Qingcheng Jiangbei, Yan's family riverside villa.

The defeat of the Commercial Law Alliance was definitely a catastrophic blow to the Yan family, perhaps before this, no one would have thought that the Commercial Law Alliance, which they had been planning for a long time, would eventually have such a huge change.

At the meeting of the Commercial Law Alliance, the Yan family not only gave up the position of president and made a wedding dress for the Huo family, but even Han Xin, the second heavenly master in his own family, was also bombarded and killed in the ring, and even Yan Yunxiong's son Yan Yufeng also went down to Huangquan.

And this series of changes and blows all came from the hand of one person, that eighteen-year-old young Heavenly Master Huo Xing.

On the second day after the end of the Commercial Law Alliance, Yan Yunxiong held a funeral for his son Yan Yufeng, on the funeral, Yan Yunxiong was grief-stricken, watching his son lying motionless in the coffin, this kind of grief of the white-haired man sending the black-haired man made Yan Yunxiong's heart like a knife, he swore in front of his son's corpse that he must slash Huo Xing, pick his skin, pull his tendons, and eat his meat!

The Yan family contacted Yan Wu through various means, but Yan Fu's whereabouts could not be determined, and the Yan family could not contact him in a short time, but according to the time agreed when Yan could not leave before, he should be back soon.

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At this time, the largest city in the Sanjiang area, Shu City!

The sun is shining, at this time on a hillside on the outskirts of Shu City, there is a gazebo, in the pavilion, there is a gray-haired man sitting cross-legged, he is wearing a black Tang suit, combing his hair in a bun behind his head, hooked nose, eyes like torches, and the resolute outline of his face is full of domineering.

This man was behaving strangely at this time, because he was flying a kite, and he was controlling five kites at the same time, and each of them was flying very high, and if you looked closely, you would see that it was not a kite that was actually flying in the air, but five yellow flags.

And what he was holding in his hand was not a kite plate, but a very old-looking compass.

The compass rotated gently in the man's hand, revealing a faint true qi, and the strings for flying the kite were all condensed from the true qi. At the same time, on the stone table in front of the man, there was a black tablet engraved with dense runes on the surface, and the whole body of the tablet exuded a dark aura of death, which seemed to contain some very terrifying power.

This stele is by no means ordinary, the only fly in the ointment is that in the lower right of this stele, a corner is missing.

The man gently shook the compass in his hand, but he didn't know what he was muttering, and at this time, a large black cloud suddenly floated in the originally sunny sky, the black cloud came extremely strange, and the surrounding sky was still sunny, but the sky above this small hillside was shrouded in such a black cloud.

The sky seemed to have darkened at this time, and there were even strange gusts of wind blowing around.

At the foot of the hill, suddenly more than a dozen figures rushed up towards the pavilion, they were very fast, like a gust of wind, and after a while, these people surrounded the entire pavilion.

There were a total of 12 people, all dressed in different attire, including a strong man in a black suit, a Taoist priest with a peachwood sword on his back, and even a monk with a Zen staff and a samurai with a katana.

These people come from different backgrounds, have different cultivation methods, and rely on different forces behind them, the only thing they have in common is the purpose of their coming to the pavilion this time, that is, to work together to kill the man in front of them.

Everyone, exuding the aura of a strong man, among them, there is even a possibility that there is a heavenly master, their eyes are staring at the man in the pavilion, looking like they are ready to move.

The man was still flying a kite with a compass, and he didn't look at these people at all, he was calm, and he didn't seem to put these people in his eyes at all, or rather, these so-called strong people in front of him were just ants in his eyes.

What is called domineering, this is domineering! Just a quiet attitude, that kind of momentum, crushed everyone present.

Although these people around wanted to rush forward, no one dared to take a rash step for a while.

In the end, the big man in the black suit in front of the pavilion finally stepped forward and said, "Yan can't, if you know each other, hand over the Yama Tablet, otherwise this wind and rain pavilion today will be your grave!" ”

It turned out that this person was Yan Can'i, the only Heavenly Master in Qingcheng for twenty years, known as Qingcheng's Heavenly Yan Can't!

Yan couldn't fail to answer, still flying a kite, completely ignoring the words of the big man in the black suit, the big man's face sank, and he finally stepped into the wind and rain pavilion.

But when he took a step, before he landed, he saw that Yan couldn't move his fingers, and a true qi shot out from his fingertips, and with a snort, he drew a crack on the stone slab under the big man's feet: "If you dare to cross that foot over this line, die!" ”

All of a sudden, the foot that the big man lifted out suddenly hung in mid-air, and a drop of cold sweat appeared on his forehead, advancing or retreating, this is a difficult choice.

Further, maybe he will die, take a step back, he can't afford to lose face.

The eleven people around him were also staring intently at Dahan's side, waiting for his decision, but in fact, their hearts were as entangled as Dahan.

Time passed second by second, and the air around him seemed to be completely frozen at this moment, and Yan couldn't still fly the kite, calm and relaxed.

The big man's forehead burst with green tendons, and cold sweat couldn't stop running from his back, he took a deep breath, made up his mind, and said: "Yan can't, among the twelve of us, there are also Heavenly Masters, I don't believe that you are so capable that you can kill us all." ”

"This step, Lao Tzu has stepped forward!"

As soon as the words fell, the big man gritted his teeth violently, and stepped over the line that Yan could not draw in front of the Wind and Rain Pavilion, but he didn't know that his step out was hell!

The compass shaking in Yan's hand suddenly froze, he frowned, flicked his fingers, and another true qi shot out, as if a cold light flashed, and the whole body of the strong man who had just landed on the soles of his feet was instantly frozen, as if he had been hit by a fixation spell.

A second later, the strong man didn't feel the slightest abnormality, and couldn't help laughing: "Yan can't, I'll just say it, you are a paper tiger, Lao Tzu has crossed the thunder pool now, what can you do with me, hand over the Yama Tablet, spare you from dying!" ”

The strong man was laughing, but the expressions on the faces of the eleven people around him were solidified, he felt that the situation was wrong, and before he could figure out what the situation was, he suddenly felt a cold neck, followed by a sharp pain, a large stream of blood rushed out of the strong man's neck, and in the next second, his human head and bones rolled down from his neck.

The strong man's body was in a different place, and the blood stained the entire Wind and Rain Pavilion, and the audience was shocked for a while, everyone held their breath, and the sound of the beating heartbeat was even more perceptive.

Yan Wu's face still didn't have any expression, he looked up at the five kites made of flags flying in the air, gently shook the compass in his hand, and carefully controlled it.

The black clouds above the kite swirled, and it seemed to form a huge skull pattern.

After a long period of silence, the voice of a master finally sounded around again: "Everyone go up together, kill him, and take the Yama Monument." ”

The one who spoke was a Dongying samurai, he was holding a black katana, and his strength was the strongest of the twelve, and it was also the heavenly master in the mouth of the strong man just now.

As soon as the Dongying warrior made a move, the others followed closely and walked towards the Wind and Rain Pavilion.

The shaking compass in Yan's hand froze again, and he turned his head to look at the Dongying warrior who was rushing to the front, and there was a murderous intent in his eyes.

With another wave of his robe, another stream of true qi shot out from his palm, blasting towards the Dongying warrior's side.

The Dongying samurai stopped suddenly, and the black katana was instantly drawn out by him, and with a horizontal slash, a curtain of water instantly blocked in front of him.

That true qi hit the water curtain and made a pop sound, and it was actually swallowed up by the water curtain in an instant, and the Dongying warrior was unscathed, and a trace of hideousness was wiped on his face.

"The art of water escape."

Yan couldn't mutter, and the murderous intent in his eyes was even stronger.

"Not bad." The Dongying warrior replied proudly: "Look how you die." ”

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