The eyes of everyone present converged on Xuan Yan's body.

Xuan Yan took a step forward, first glanced at the group of survivors covered in blood, and then said lightly: "It doesn't matter how you get it, you can steal, you can rob, you can kill people and sell goods, of course, you can also come to my witch gate to redeem it." ”

In the previous words, Xuan Yan seemed to be speaking to the group of survivors, and when it came to the last sentence, he looked at the newcomers.

When this group of newcomers heard this, they all looked behind Xuan Yan.

Behind Xuan Yan, there are a lot of Wusha Sect disciples, so in their hands, there will be identity tokens?

As if seeing what they were thinking, Xuan Yan also turned around and glanced at the disciples of the Wusha Sect.

"It's okay, but only if you can enter the Wusha Gate!" Xuan Yan said with a light smile.

The newcomer's eyes flickered, but he didn't speak, and behind him, with a whoosh, a wizard couldn't help but rush towards the disciples of the Wusha Gate in the Wusha Gate.

The disciples of the Wusha Sect were like a great enemy, and they looked at Xuan Yan with an incredulous expression, thinking that Xuan Yan was going to kill them.

But the newcomer who rushed out first, as soon as he stepped into the boundary of the Wusha Gate, popped, and the whole person fell to the ground, and the corners of his mouth, his nose, his eyes, and his ears were all covered with blood.

"Something is wrong!"

"What's going on?"

"Is it a formation?"

"How can there be such a powerful formation?"

The eyes of the newcomers shrank slightly, and there was a strong vigilance in their expressions as they looked at the Wusha Gate.

As for the survivors who had been kicked out of the Wusha Gate before, they were not surprised at all.

This Xuanyan has obtained the inheritance of the witch master, and he is already the blood lord of the Wusha Gate, and he is even more able to control the "Blood Cliff" witch weapon of the Wusha Gate.

This Blood Cliff Witch Weapon, after all, was once owned by the Blood Lord, and its power can be said to be only under the Heavenly Dao Witch Weapon, even if Xuan Yan's cultivation is not particularly high, but with the Blood Cliff in his hand, even if it is an ordinary Great Witch, I am afraid that he will not be able to help him.

"I've warned you, you are not allowed to enter unless you are a disciple of the Wusha Sect. Xuan Yan smiled faintly, and he said to the newcomers.

The newcomer led by him took a deep breath, then he looked at Xuan Yan and laughed, "Hey, isn't it just an identity token, you just said that we can get it at the mountain gate?"

Xuan Yan nodded lightly.

"Then give one to each of us, what kind of bloody identity token you are talking about!" said the leader decisively.

"Only gray and black identity tokens can be obtained, and if you want a blood identity token, you must become my witch gate. Xuan Yan said again.

"You-that's a big deal, I'll grab a blood-red identity token!" Seeing that Xuan Yan actually had so many rules, a newcomer said dissatisfied.

"I'm sorry, now I don't have a heavenly pride in the door, you are afraid that if you rob it, there is nowhere to rob it. Xuan Yan laughed lightly.

The original Wushamen Tianjiao were all killed by Yi Jue and others, so there is really no Tianjiao in the Wushamen at the moment.

"Are you making things difficult for us?" said the leader with an impatient expression.

It's just a small witch brake door, what bullshit rules are you talking about?

"Do you want to get an identity token and become a disciple of my Wusha Sect?" Xuan Yan asked lightly as if she hadn't heard his words.

"Oh, by the way, I forgot to tell you, now my Wusha Sect disciples, all here, outside the door, there are no disciples, yes, have also given up the identity of the Wusha Sect disciples. After Xuan Yan finished speaking, she immediately said.

"It seems that we can't do it if we don't receive it?" said the leader in a cold voice.

"Unless you don't want to be my Wusha Sect disciple. Xuan Yan put her hands behind her back and looked up with a light smile.

"Black disciple token, give me a piece!" said the leader angrily.

"Fang Ping!" Xuan Yan shouted behind him when she heard this.

Fang Ping suddenly came to Xuan Yan's side and bowed his hand to greet him, "Your Excellency!"

"According to the tradition of my witch gate, give him an identity token. Xuan Yan said lightly.

Fang Ping was stunned for a moment when he heard this, what kind of tradition is the Wusha Sect? It is impossible for him Fang Ping not to know, but - is he really going to use this tradition on this group of newcomers?

Fang Ping looked back at the newcomer in charge, and felt a little worried in his heart, he didn't dare to approach for a while.

"Huh, you don't believe me?" Xuan Yan frowned slightly.

"Order!" Fang Ping hurriedly said.

Compared to this group of newcomers, it was still Xuan Yan who was even more powerful in Fang Ping's heart!

Fang Ping said, taking out an ownerless identity token, he moved his footsteps, and came to the front of this group of newcomers.

"You want an identity token, right? Now, drop a drop of essence blood. Fang Ping casually threw the identity token to this group of newcomers.

The leader raised his hand to take it, and looked left and right at the black identity token that Fang Ping threw over.

After watching it for a long time, this person didn't see anything special.

Suspicious, he squeezed a drop of essence blood from his finger and dripped it into the identity token.

With a buzz, the man suddenly felt dizzy.

And Fang Ping saw the opportunity, and reached out and reached for this person's waist - there, there was a bag of brocade.

Grabbing the cloth bag in his hand, Fang Ping opened it easily, and then spilled the contents of the brocade bag on the ground.

This bag is not simple, it is the same as Xuanyan's picture scroll, it is its own space, in the small bag, but there is everything, not only a few witches, but also a lot of treasures.

Fang Ping's eyes were quick, and he directly carried the most precious items into his arms, and then he quickly retreated and retreated to Xuan Yan's side.

Fang Ping's series of actions completely blinded the newcomers.

What's the situation, how could their senior brother's bag be easily opened by this person?

These newcomers were only in a daze, but they forgot to stop Fang Ping, and by the time they reacted, Fang Ping had already returned to Xuan Yan's side.

"Your Excellency!" Fang Ping arched his hand and said, "It's a poor ghost, and there are few decent things." ”

As he spoke, Fang Ping presented what he had gained in front of Xuan Yan.

Xuan Yan glanced down and didn't accept it, but said with a light smile: "The tradition of the Wusha Gate, whoever grabs it is theirs, and you put it away!"

"You-" The leader of the newcomers had already recovered from his dizziness, and he almost vomited blood as he saw his brocade bag rummaged through by Fang Ping, and took away several of the most precious things.

The identity token of this witch brake gate is quite weird, when it confirms his identity, it will actually invalidate the prohibition on his bag of tips, so that Fang Ping can take advantage of it-

(End of chapter)