Zhou Yan is not afraid of losing face, what he is afraid of is not being ashamed.

The purpose of his coming here is nothing more than to make himself a rotten person and force Bei Shao Mingyue to give up.

It's just that what I didn't expect was that I met my father, and I am afraid that things will not be done.

I was scolded, and everyone knew that I had been here, so that's it.

That's it... I didn't do anything, and I carried a scumbag's pot, which is a little regretful.

But... It's a long time coming.

Thinking of this, Zhou Yan gradually retreated in his heart, but at this moment, a loud shout spread all over the world:

"Shut up!"

The sound was like a lion and tiger roaring, roaring endlessly, carrying a domineering momentum, which actually made the entire Drunken Dance Pavilion tremble.

Zhou Yan was startled, and saw a burly figure jumping directly from the balcony on the top floor, with a flash of light on his body, dancing wildly like a match, but his strong body was like a fallen leaf, and he fell steadily in front of Zhou Yan.

He has a Chinese face, angry eyebrows, and is nearly two meters tall, and his terrifying muscles hold up the gray clothes, and his gestures are full of strength.

Everyone around them shuddered, obviously showing fear, and they all closed their mouths.

Masters!

Zhou Yan's heart moved, and he suddenly remembered the identity of this person.

He is the big boss behind the scenes of the Drunken Dance Pavilion, Murong Shi, who is known as "Tianshi", and his cultivation is similar to the previous "Zhou Yan".

And "Zhou Yan" fought with him more than a month ago, lost a little, and lost three moves.

Murong Shi looked at the people around him, his eyes were filled with murderous intent, and he said sharply: "He is Zhou Yan!"

"Even if he's dead, it won't be your turn to taunt you bastards!"

How dare the people around them refute, they retreated one after another, their faces pale.

After a while, Murong Shi set his eyes on Zhou Yan and said in a deep voice, "I didn't expect you to come to me so soon." ”

"Looking for you?"

Zhou Yan was stunned for a moment, and then recalled it carefully, and suddenly chuckled in his heart.

He remembered that more than a month ago, after "Zhou Yan" lost to Murong Shi, he seemed to have said a word.

"It's not that I'm weak, it's that you're more than twenty years older than me, and I'll come to challenge you next time. ”

So, after Murong Shi saw me, did he think I was here to challenge him?

Grass, it can't be so coincidental, Lao Tzu is really here to play, not to fight.

Zhou Yan hurriedly wanted to explain, but before he could do so, Murong Shi continued: "Your cultivation is in vain, many people don't believe it, but now it seems that it is really fake, otherwise you would not have come to the door to challenge me." ”

When everyone around heard this, their faces suddenly became ugly for a while, and they were all trying to ridicule just now.

But Zhou Yuanxiong's eyes lit up, could it be that my son was really pretending?

At this moment, Zhou Yan didn't speak, he was pondering.

The previous "Zhou Yan" was too powerful and impressive, so even if it was announced that the cultivation would be abolished, there were many people who didn't believe it.

Since some people don't believe me and think that I am in Taoguang, they will definitely secretly keep their hands or calculate me...

How do you want me to quit the rivers and lakes? How can I eat and wait for death in the future?

Daddy is here today, and he definitely can't do anything in bed, but it seems that he can use this Murong Stone to solve those unbelievers.

Well, not bad!

As long as you lose to Murong Shi and let the news get out, won't everyone believe it?

With a little wisdom, this is easy to do.

Hey, hey, what a wit!

Thinking of this, Zhou Yan sighed and said slowly: "I went into the demon cave alone, and my cultivation is indeed useless, but the Dao heart still exists, and there is still a chance to reverse." ”

Murong Shi's body was shocked, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he said solemnly: "So you came to me to attack me, if you win me, you can naturally return to the peak, if you lose, you will completely sink." Right?"

Damn, you're my confidant, stupid big man, you said everything I wanted to say.

Zhou Yan suddenly admired this Murong Shi a little, and he was really appetizing.

He was overjoyed in his heart, but his face remained unchanged, and he said in a deep voice: "Yes, if I lose, I will have no hope at all." ”

Murong Shi gritted his teeth and said: "You were not my opponent before, but now it has only been more than a month, and you have been so seriously injured, you must not be my opponent." ”

Don't worry, stupid big guy, you will definitely win, but I, Zhou Yan, will never lose.

Because what Lao Tzu wants is to lose, haha!

If you lose to you, everyone will believe it, and Lao Tzu will be able to live with peace of mind.

But acting, it must conform to the character of the previous "Zhou Yan", and everyone will be willing to believe it.

Thinking of this, Zhou Yan said coldly: "Although I am injured, I may not be your opponent!"

Murong Shi said: "For me, you are too immature and too young. ”

Zhou Yan said: "Thirty years in Hedong, thirty years in Hexi, don't bully young people to be poor." ”

He smiled secretly in his heart, Murong Shi, Murong Shi, you are being used by Lao Tzu and you don't know it, and Lao Tzu will fall down directly when the fight starts later, see what you do!

"Hahahaha!"

For a while, Zhou Yan couldn't help but laugh.

But soon, he quickly covered his mouth, his face showed a look of horror, and he shouted in his heart: "Grass, it's over!"

As soon as his mind arose, a brilliant white light burst out from his body, exuding an incomparable divine aura, and swept out in an instant, filling the entire Drunken Dance Pavilion.

The pillars and beams of the Drunken Dance Pavilion buzzed, first like the sound of the piano, followed by the sonorous swords and the beating of war drums, which shook everyone's blood boiling.

The calligraphy and paintings hanging on the wall suddenly seemed to come to life, and each stroke came out through the paper, like a sword and a sword, piercing the void.

Outside the Drunken Dance Pavilion, in the sky above Qingzhou City, the sunlight suddenly became dim, and the dark clouds rose out of nowhere, completely sealing the sun.

The sky and the earth were dark, but a white light directly pierced the dark clouds and illuminated the earth.

This white light, as white as frost and snow, is extremely cold, and makes people feel awe.

Hundreds of people looked at the sky and were amazed.

And in the Qingzhou City Lord's Mansion, an old man in red clothes flashed out of the room in one step and looked at the sky in shock.

"Black clouds cover the sun, Wenxing was born, this is the appearance of Wendao saints. ”

In an ancient ancestral hall in the south of the city, thirty meters underground, a withered body said with difficulty: "Has it been discovered? ”

In the center of the city, in the Taixue Palace, the statues of saints seem to be alive, and those portraits seem to have become real people, and the holy aura is so great that the teachers of the Mathematics University hurriedly kneel down.

"The saint has appeared, could it be that there are students in my Taixue Palace who have comprehended the saint's scriptures?"

There was shock and confusion everywhere, and the entire Qingzhou City exploded.

In the Drunken Dance Pavilion, Zhou Yan's face was full of astonishment, looking at his body, there was a pure white light that gathered but did not disperse, and gradually formed a humanoid phantom behind him.

The moment this phantom appeared, an unimaginable coercion suddenly poured out, and all the tables and chairs in the entire Drunken Dance Pavilion were shattered, all the porcelain was exploded, and the floor was also cracked.

"Ahh

Almost all of them fell, trembling with fear.

Murong Shi gritted his teeth, clenched his fists, and used his spiritual energy to resist this pressure, his clothes were torn, and finally he knelt down.

"Saint!

He yelled with difficulty: "Zhou Yan, you are hiding so deeply! I didn't expect that your attainments in the Bright Literature Dao are even better than the Martial Dao!"

"Even the saint phantom has been summoned by you, then it's a fart! Lao Tzu admits defeat!"

Blood was already spitting out of his mouth.

And Zhou Yan couldn't wait to spit out a few mouthfuls of blood.

Fuck, this is a big problem with me!

Why? Why did Lao Tzu want to say that bullshit for 30 years in Hedong!