Chapter 137: The Name of the Blood Massacre 1

Xue Leng was also stunned by Yang Chen, and he didn't know what to say.

"Don't count me, didn't I say it?"

At this time, a monk stood up, and Yang Chen raised his eyes.

Chang Wei, one of the six heroes of the imperial capital, didn't expect him to be alive.

The people of the Sword Sect did not speak, and they were embarrassed to speak.

Looking at Chang Wei, Yang Chen once again seemed to be thoughtful;

"These people's hearts are full of jealousy, greed, hatred, and they still haven't been grateful to me for taking their lives, not to me as the savior, but they have begun to want to deal with me, which makes the savior very sad. ”

Savior?

Whoever seals it, there must be a limit to boasting.

The masses of the people have given a high degree of affirmation to his shameless spirit.

However, it seemed that Yang Chen had indeed saved them, and many people quietly lowered their heads, feeling ashamed.

"You need to talk nonsense, the cruelty of your methods is obvious to everyone present, do you still want to quibble?"

"Yes, this is evidence that you have fallen into the devil's path. ”

"If you don't give an explanation to the heroes today, don't think about leaving,"

"Yes, where did the demon cultivator go?"

"What did he do you for?"

"If you can't prove that you have not entered the Demon Dao, for the sake of the common people in the world, you can only correct the Fa on the spot. ”

"If such a powerful demon cultivator is killed by you, he will definitely leave something behind, and hand it over as well. ”

......

Another wave of questioning, as long as someone starts, someone will follow suit, and this is how this world is.

Of course, some people chose to attack and smear Yang Chen, and some people also watched coldly. Right and wrong are not so important, public order and good customs are not important, what matters is what you can obtain.

Listening to their questioning, Yang Chen's face was expressionless, and of course there was a very discordant figure.

Duan Tianya was holding a medicinal herb to lure Erleng at this time, and Erleng ignored him, for Yang Chen's questioning, they seemed to be awake, and they were alive and well.

There were more and more monks in the crowd who targeted Yang Chen, Yang Chen scratched his temples and stretched out his hand with a smile on his face to stop the chaotic noise;

"That, so many people want me to explain, I don't know if it's those heroes who need me to explain, please come forward, otherwise there are so many people, I don't know how to explain, right?"

Yang Chen seemed extremely modest, coughing a few times from time to time, and he was extremely weak.

The crowd suddenly fell silent, looking at one by one, not knowing what to do. No one wanted to make a head bird, because they weren't sure what it meant.

Seeing that there was no movement, Yang Chen asked curiously;

"What's the matter, Righteous Representatives? If you don't need to explain, then I'll go. ”

To Yang Chen's surprise, not far away, a trembling monk who seemed to be about to fall at any time, and his whole body was covered with strange runes, walking towards him with difficulty, his eyes were excited, excited.

When Chifeng saw it, he immediately stepped forward to help.

Unexpectedly, someone really needs to give an explanation by himself, Yang Chen looked at this old man and smiled happily.

When the other monks saw that such a monk who was about to die stood up for justice, what reason did they have to be cowardly?

"Hmph, I'm afraid you won't be ......"

"And my ......"

"I ......"

So, the emotions of that part of the monks were aroused by this old man, and their morality was awakened.

Of course, the so-called morality is the heart that is greedy for fear that the world will not be chaotic.

Speechless, this old man, everyone is going to die, what kind of excitement are you making, you see that you can't walk steadily, go back and rest, don't be strong.

Hey, hey, don't look at me with such hot eyes, am I so handsome, and I still need to explain to you too much.

More than a thousand monks, but more than three hundred people really stood up and approached Yang Chen step by step.

There is a great tendency to merge Yang Chen.

Looking at this situation, Yang Chen's eyes narrowed into a slit with a smile.

At this time, the sage, with the support of Chi Feng, finally came to Yang Chen, he signaled to Chi Feng not to help him, and then under the gaze of everyone, he tidied up his clothes and patted the dust, this is enough.

It can be seen that the closer he gets to Yang Chen, the more excited he becomes.

"Yang Chen, as long as you are a righteous person, you will crusade against you, look, this is the representative of our righteous people......"

The Sage has become the representative of justice, and this hat can be worn.

"Seniors, don't worry, we are here. ”

"We are your strong backing, he doesn't dare to ...... you badly"

"Yes, let Yang Chen see the power of our righteous people......"

"Yang Chen, accept the trial"

"Senior, what you do is what we want to do. ”

"Let justice shine through......"

And shouted the slogan!

They need to set a model and let everyone deal with Yang Chen.

Yang Chen's gaze crossed the Sage, and saw the punishment clan not far away, the faces of the punishment tribe at this moment were either frightened or painful, many people couldn't cry, they lost their families, their homes, they lost everything, and now they are homeless and have nowhere to go.

Sadness is written on the face, there is sadness in the eyes, there is hatred.

This situation made Yang Chen wonder why, it was all like this, why did this old man still have trouble with himself, but the strange thing was that Yang Chen did not feel any negative emotions in his body.

Finally, the old man seemed to have sorted out his appearance, standing straight in front of Yang Chen, and his wrinkled face couldn't help but tremble.

But at this time, Yang Chen found that the old man's eyes were full of tears, what was the situation.

Those monks were still cheering him on, but he didn't seem to realize it, and there was only Yang Chen in his eyes.

But the next moment, it was quiet now, and everyone was stunned.

Syllable......

The old man suddenly knelt in front of Yang Chen, holding Yang Chen's calves with both hands, and cried undisciplinedly.

"Whoa, whoa, a......a That's great...... Ahh......hhh Great......"

petrified, petrified on the spot, especially those monks who shouted that this old man was their representative, and their jaws dropped to the ground at the moment, is this our righteous representative?