Just when these diehard fans of Han Yun were secretly happy in their hearts, Lin Tiannan, who was on the high platform of the martial arts arena, cleared his throat, coughed lightly, and then opened his mouth again, and said half of what he said before:

"But...... In view of the fact that the person killed by Ji Miaofu and the other five people was Han Yun, who had a bad character and a bright appearance, but in fact his heart was extremely dark, and he had done despicable things such as deceiving his superiors and subordinates, and even using disdainful means to coerce his peers. ”

"This move prevents my Lingxin Valley Lord from falling into the hands of this person, and then affects my Lingxin Valley's thousand-year-old foundation, so although it is indeed against the door rules, it is also a great achievement......

When Lin Tiannan said this, the audience was looking up at the people in the Spirit Heart Valley here, except for a very small number of people who were born with a lack of tendons in their brains, how could the other disciples not understand?

The high-level leaders in the valley must be to protect Ji Miaofu and others!

For a while, the originally excited scene fell silent in an instant, and everyone showed expectant expressions on their faces, and began to prick up their ears and listen carefully to what Lin Tiannan was going to say next.

And those diehard fans of Han Yun who were mixed in the crowd had a sudden burst in their hearts, and the resentment on their faces that originally pretended to be directly evolved into a true portrayal of their hearts at the moment.

They looked at each other across the crowd and their companions scattered everywhere, and they completed the exchange in an instant.

Get ready to get your hands dirty!

Their eyes flashed with cold light, their faces showed ruthlessness, and they began to quietly approach the high platform, intentionally or unintentionally.

Since you, the Lord of the Forest Valley and the deacons and elders, are unwilling to uphold justice for my Senior Brother Han Yun, then don't blame us for not abiding by the rules of this Spirit Heart Valley!

At this moment, on the high platform, whether it was Lin Tiannan, who was about to announce the verdict, the nine deacons and elders, or Ji Miaofu, who was waiting quietly, they failed to notice the abnormality in the audience.

To be precise, the actions of these people moving closer to the high platform cannot be regarded as abnormal.

Whether it is a casual gathering or a gathering of sect disciples, it has always been a chaotic area, and there are basically no rules.

It's not that you don't want to make rules, but you can't make rules.

There are two main reasons for this.

For one, the monk is a rather casual existence, not bound by too many rules and regulations.

In addition to absorbing the aura of heaven and earth every day and enhancing one's self-cultivation, the cultivation of monks is also an extremely important part of the cultivation of the state of mind.

An environment with many rules and regulations is obviously not suitable for the growth of the state of mind.

Nothing but suppressing the monk's growth rate and making it easier for him to develop demons.

Even if it is a righteous path cultivation sect, it will only set a few core rules for its own disciples to follow.

For example, you must not do anything that harms the interests of your own family, you must not do evil, you must not wantonly kill, and you must not kill each other......

As for the casual cultivation sects, they don't even set up core rules at all, and let their disciples mess around.

In the history recorded in the Tianlan Realm, there are many examples of sects killing each other because of their own insiders.

Although it may seem a bit absurd, it is indeed a real thing.

Therefore, the non-orthodox sects of the Tianlan Realm basically can't become any climate.

The vast majority are huddled on the fringes of chaos where one force borders another.

In addition, the reason why the monks seem to be more casual when they gather is also related to the identity of the monks themselves.

Disciples who can awaken the spiritual root, stand out from the mortals, and finally join the cultivation sect are as rare as a few in the first place.

If a mortal kingdom with tens of billions of people develops for a hundred years, only a few hundred such beings can be born.

The barren number determines that when they fight, unlike the mortal army, thousands of people can be pulled out to form a neat military formation.

As for the matter of lining up, no matter which sect of monks or no sect of loose cultivators, they have never cared much about it.

The fighting methods between the monks are basically to fight alone or in small groups of threes and threes, and watch and support each other, just like Jiang Fan and the others besieged and killed Han Yun that day, all depending on their respective abilities.

Although there are scenes of dozens or even hundreds of people dividing into two factions to attack and kill each other, it is rare, unless there is an ownerless treasure born in a certain place, it is possible to cause such an incident.

But when they fight, they often fight separately and cooperate with each other as supplements, and they have nothing to do with the four words of neat formation.

It is only in an extremely special situation that requires the cooperation of many monks.

That's when one sect of cultivation poured all its strength into waging war against another, opening up some kind of large circle that required the cooperation of many monks to form.

And to activate this kind of magic circle, the monks need to find their own spiritual power nodes and make appropriate responses according to the current situation, which is complex and changeable, and simple array exercises have little effect.

To sum up, there is no cultivation sect in the Tianlan Realm, and there are particularly strict rules on the words and deeds of the disciples when they gather.

No one cares if you're standing or sitting, walking around to chat with your classmates, or being alone in the shadows of a tree.

As long as you have arrived, and there is someone in the podium.

Due to the existence of this relaxed environment, coupled with the large number of people off the field, it can be described as a chaotic uproar.

The actions of these Han Yun diehard fans, if they are not specially paid attention to by people with intentions, it is difficult to find the clues.

However, Jiang Fan is not included.

Jiang Fan was standing on the high platform at this time, squinting lazily, and his whole standing posture was loose, as if he was about to fall off the high platform.

It looks like it's swaying, but it just doesn't fall.

In short, it's not standing.

He can't be blamed for this, only the temperature of the sunlight projected from forty-five degrees in the sky is just right, and ...... The fragrance that seems to be absent with the breeze is too good.

This fragrance penetrated into his nostrils, and Jiang Fan unconsciously recalled the good times when he was lying on his back on his senior sister's big white legs, and he found that he actually had an urge to sleep.

It was the wrong place and occasion that made him temporarily dispel this idea.

Eh...... This damn sense of security!

Jiang Fan sighed, shook his head slightly, squinted his eyes slightly, and seemed to be pretending to sleep, but in fact, his eyes were through the slits of his eyes, scanning the crowd under the high platform.

Since the luck modification system was upgraded and the luck copy function was added, every time he saw a new face, he would sneak a glance at the luck above the other party's head.

After all, how fierce the upper limit of this function is depends on how many types of luck entries Jiang Fan has seen.

This kind of opportunity to meet but not seek, more than 10,000 monks gathered together, and let Jiang Fan enjoy watching all kinds of luck entries, he naturally couldn't let it go.

In his eyes, it was not a monk standing under the stage, but a sea formed by Bai Huahua's luck entries.

His gaze scanned back and forth in the crowd, pausing briefly as he moved to the top of a monk's head, and then moved on to the next target.

In less than one morning, the number of Qi Luck entries he had harvested far exceeded the total number of Qi Luck entries he had seen since he crossed over to this world.

After Jiang Fan finished the luck entry of a certain inner disciple, she suppressed her excitement, her eyes continued to move, and finally stopped at the head of a monk who was striding and seemed to be walking casually, but in fact the general direction was intentionally or unintentionally approaching the high platform.

Suddenly, his gaze suddenly froze.