At the banquet, except for Zhang Yan, the rest of the people had no expression on their faces, obviously they had a tacit understanding.

A soft voice sounded in his ears, "The elite disciples of the five factions of Longshan have formed a gang, and there are many people who inquire and spy on them. In the past few days, Xiaomei and others have been cleaning up separately and arresting 28 spies. Senior Brother Tempest is determined to kill ...... in one piece"

Zhang Yan nodded slightly, and raised his glass to thank him. The sound transmission came from the direction of Yuan and Qi, and it was impossible to tell whose voice it was.

A human head, a pool of fresh blood.

Peel back the surface, this is a more brutal world than the pre-time commercial society.

Zhang Yan's psychological endurance is quite strong enough, and it is still extremely uncomfortable to see his hand rise and fall with his sword falling, and a person's head falling to the ground. Gastric juice churns all the way to the chest. He didn't dare to open his mouth, for fear that he would vomit if he opened his mouth.

This feeling is a thousand times more terrifying than seeing bloody scenes in movies in the news.

Although it is just a simple sword fall, compared to the tricks of the restricted film, I don't know how simple it is to sprinkle blood plasma. The impact was even stronger.

Zhang Yan barely held back his fear and desire to vomit. His face only changed slightly, which was enough to show that he had a strong heart.

Seeing Zhang Yan's face change color, several people present showed contemptuous smiles on their faces at the same time, and said in his heart: "Zhang Yan is nothing more than that!"

The Storm Daoist stroked his black beard, his heart relaxed slightly, and he immediately thought deeper, "No! Could it be him...... Is he so shrewd, to see through my arrangement, or is someone secretly communicating with him?"

The eyes are suspicious, and there is no clue. The current situation does not allow him to think too much.

The pre-arranged captives were carried to the top floor one by one, and the Storm Dao people slashed out one by one, and their heads fell to the ground.

One person cut and the other caught, and the big head was built up more than half a person high in front of the banquet.

Time seems to have passed a long time, and it seems to be extremely fast. The number of prisoners downstairs was dwindling, and only the last man remained.

Zhang Yan breathed a sigh of relief, his right hand trembled slightly, and he hurriedly put down the wine glass that was hidden by his lips.

A killing almost made him have no courage to raise his hand.

The lilac upstairs is intertwined.

Zhang Yanshen swept over the last monk to be killed, and his body suddenly shook: "Wang Shiyuan?"

The last person who was being escorted to the ninth floor, with a familiar appearance and figure, compared with three years ago, only changed his clothes and weapons. However, even though the memory will become blurry and the appearance can be faked, how can the true qi that faintly hooks the Great Dao of the Mountains be hidden from him?

"Yunshui Shifang True Qi! It's Senior Brother Wang of Shuiyun Mountain!"

Nearly three years ago, it was at the Shuiyun Mountain Wanshan Conference that Zhang Yan came to prominence. And the young monk who was being escorted upstairs was clearly Wang Shiyuan, a disciple of the inner sect of Shuiyun Mountain!

"What's going on? Shui Yun Shan will send inner disciples to spy on the five sects of Longshan? Well, it's not impossible!" Shui Yun Mountain has been coveting the Longshan region for a long time, and the establishment of the Shan Sect is actually one of the manifestations of this coveting. It's just that after the years went by, after the Shan Sect gained a firm foothold in Longshan, its attitude changed.

It is not impossible to say that Wang Shiyuan is a spy!

"But what should I do?" Zhang Yan was anxious.

The Mountain Sect and Shuiyun Mountain will not be broken. On the one hand, with the help of Shuiyun Mountain, it became one of the five factions of Longshan, and on the other hand, it was necessary to rely on the five factions of Longshan to resist the control of Shuiyun Mountain.

Whenever there is calm in major events, Zhang Yan forces himself to calm down and analyze the pros and cons. With the special relationship between Shuiyun Mountain and the Shan Sect, Wang Shiyuan must be preserved. But to protect Wang Shiyuan...... Zhang Yan looked at the black-bearded Taoist on the main seat, and the wind raised his glass from afar, and his eyes were profound.

"What the Tempest Dao people and I are fighting for is nothing more than the leadership of the younger generation of the five factions. Protect Wang Shiyuan, my reputation has plummeted, and the odds of winning are few points. Seeing Wang Shiyuan being killed, Shuiyunmen couldn't explain it, and neither did the Jishan Sect. Without the support of the Shuiyun Sect, the status of the Shan Sect in the five factions of Longshan will also decline, and both sides will be disadvantaged!"

Looking at the meaningful eyes of the first person, Zhang Yan couldn't wait to raise a glass and smash him in the face. The fear of the dead disappeared most of it.

The sound of stairs and the footsteps are getting closer.

Wang Shiyuan was forbidden to cultivate, and he didn't know who was upstairs, but when he saw Zhang Yan, he hurriedly shouted for help: "Senior Brother Zhang, save me! I'm Wang Shiyuan from Shuiyunmen!"

Everyone was shocked.

Zhang Yan didn't know what to do for a while, so he was empty and wronged, and went around in circles with the wind.

The Tempest Dao people are not in a hurry.

After a few words, Chu Rou couldn't help but say, "This ...... Is it the senior brother of Shuiyunmen? I'm afraid it's the wind, have you misunderstood?"

As soon as the words came out, Zhang Yan suddenly woke up, and the corners of his mouth curled slightly.

His eyes swept by, and in addition to Chu Rou, Yuan Miaozhen, Qi Nanqing, and Shan Hongmiao were each worried in the depths of their eyes.

The rest of the people behaved even more unbearably, as if they didn't expect the Storm Dao people to dare to make a move on the disciples of Shuiyun Mountain.

The Bai Pu Chen family, the Xu family in Xiluo City, the eyes of the two monks from small families wandered, as if they would flee with the sword at any time.

Only Wu Ma Letian's face did not change, and his peach blossom eyes glanced at Yuan and Qi in confusion.

"I'm struggling, but if I let it go, will the wind really dare to kill?"

The disciples of Shuiyun Mountain are different from the scattered cultivators and children of the family who were killed before.

The five factions of Longshan together occupy a spiritual vein. Shuiyun Mountain and Shuiyun Beppu each occupy a spiritual vein, and the strength of this sect alone exceeds the total number of the five factions of Longshan. The branch lineage is not to pass the East Lake Sword Sect, the Tieyun Sect, the Tieshan Sect, and the Jieshan Sect are all overlords.

Shuiyunmen also has influence on the various branches.

Does the wind really dare to kill?

Even if he did, the rest of the room wouldn't.

Left and right is just a matter of face. In the world of cultivation, what is ultimately important is strength.

The sword technique of the mountain has been upgraded to a supernatural level, and Zhang Yan is confident that his strength is stronger than the wind.

That's not a bad thing. Maybe you can first brush a wave of points in reverse, wait until you defeat the Tempest, and then farm a wave of points.

"Senior Brother Tempest must have made a mistake!"

A thought rose, and Zhang Yan's momentum suddenly grew. Without looking at the blood on the floor that had not completely congealed, and the human heads piled up in the shape of a pyramid, he got up and helped Wang Shiyuan up.

Click, snap

Zhang Yan helped Wang Shiyuan to sit in front of him.

Seeing him make a move, Chu, Yuan, Qi, Shan, including the Storm Dao people, all flashed a touch of relief in their eyes.

As expected, the situation turned in the direction of accusing Zhang Yan.

Zhang Yan secretly sneered in his heart: "Through the relationship between the Jieshan Sect and Shuiyun Mountain, my prestige is attacked, but who is the reputation of a cultivator really from being amiable and selfless?"

The mood of the crowd fluctuated strongly, but unfortunately the number of people was too small, and there were not many points after all.

Zhang Yan regretted in his heart: "In this way, if you want to earn more points, your short-term behavior is still unreliable." If what happens here spreads, the reversal will happen, and fame is the fundamental. ”

Both sides deliberately pushed, and the situation quickly reached the point of speaking with flying swords.

Zhang Yan stretched out his hand and pointed, and flew into the air with the yellow sword.

"Senior Brother Tempest, please advise!"

The Storm Daoist shook his black hair and was about to talk.

Upstairs in the light purple building, a voice suddenly came, "Senior Brother Zhang, let me this scene!"

Its voice is like jade, and its people are like dragons.

A faint white shadow flashed, and a white-clothed jade belt, like the gentle son of the immortal in the painting, appeared at the end of the stairs.

No one knows when or how he got up to the lilac floor.

"Who?"

There was a lot of chaos upstairs, the flying sword was unsheathed, and the magic weapon radiated all kinds of light.

"Big brother!"

Wang Shiyuan's eyes flowed with tears.

"Situ ...... Senior brother......" Zhang Yan exclaimed hesitantly.

The person who came was none other than Situ Erya, the contemporary great disciple of Shuiyun Mountain, a real genius of Tianzhong!

Three years ago, at the Wanshan Conference, Zhang Yan had a relationship with him.

The difference between the Shuiyun Mountain Wanshan Conference and the Chunmingmen Lotus Porridge Banquet is similar. Just because Shuiyun Mountain has a vast influence and a far-reaching reputation, there are more relationships that need to be maintained, and the stage built for the disciples is even bigger.

The Wanshan Conference is not only larger than the Lotus Porridge Feast, but also more frequent than the Lotus Porridge Feast. With an interval of only five years, Situ Erya and Zhang Yan were the first talents in the two Wanshan Conferences.

In terms of age, Situ Erya is seven years younger than Zhang Yan, but he is one session earlier than him and won the championship at the Wanshan Conference. In terms of identity and qualifications, Zhang Yan has to call him senior brother.

"It turned out to be the face of the Shui Yun Prince!" "The Storm Daoist got up and said slowly, "Everything in the world can't be bypassed by a single word." Although Shuiyun Mountain is powerful, there is no reason for the five factions of Longshan to be snooped on!"

"Oh, so what?"

"The wind and thunder watch the wind, and lead the master of Erya!"

In recent years, monks of the same generation as Zhang Yan and Storm have gradually emerged. Among them, Chunlin Mountain Fang Tiange, Sunset Gate Hai Jinyuan, Xiangxue Haiwang Wushi, and Situ Erya have four origins, cultivation qualifications, and peers, collectively known as the Four Sons.

If Zhang Yan and the others are the talents of Yishan, the fourth prince is the young monk who is the crown of the concubine.

Situ Erya people are like their name, Si people are like jade, gentle and elegant.

"You're not worthy. Come along!"

The slender five fingers held the long sword and swung it, the clouds were scorching, the water vapor was confused, and a Qinghua sword qi directly took the wind Dao people. Immediately afterwards, the long sword in Situ Erya's palm flashed again and again, and the long rainbow flew and was colorful. Red, yellow, white, green, and black, the five-colored sword qi flew vertically and horizontally.

The sword did not leave his hand, but it seemed to send out more than a dozen flying swords at the same time.

Everyone present, except for Zhang Yan and Wang Shiyuan, everyone has a share.

"It's too deceitful!" Hurricane gritted his teeth and roared, his right hand waved the flying sword of the same name behind him, and the long tail of the dust in his left hand was raised high, turning into ten thousand silver threads, and brushed towards Situ Erya.

Every flick of his hand and a sword are ancestral magic weapons.

Looking through the system interface, the sword and the dust are a deep red.

Therefore, according to legend, tens of thousands of years ago, the demons were rampant. Gou Chen Shanggong Emperor and Emperor of the Nether Realm subdued demons and subdued demons, and the two portable boys of Wind and Thunder collected in the Nether Realm were the patriarchs of the Wind and Thunder Conception School.

Among them, the wind attendant makes the wind sword and the soul blow, and the thunder attendant uses the thunder ring and lightning knife.

Although the sword in the hand of the Wind Dao people is not the original magic weapon tens of thousands of years ago, it is also a magic weapon that has been inherited for many years by the Wind and Thunder Temple, and it is enough to have a fourth-order high grade. The wind on the sword, the power of shaking the soul emitted by the dust, fell into the sword light of the clouds, as if the stone sank into the sea.

Situ Erya, the famous Tempest Daoist of Shuiyun Gongzi, has long heard of it, he holds himself as a high-level Divine Light, and he has two fourth-order magic weapons in his hands, although he thinks he is inferior, he doesn't think there is much difference. Fighting head-to-head, all the means were exhausted, and he still couldn't shake Situ Erya's faint and smoky sword qi, and he couldn't help but be anxious in his heart.