Chapter 240
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"Am I seeing things?"
"Those Elite Realms of the Black Peak were bullied by a group of mortals?"
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On the Black Peak.
Jiang Nan grabbed his sword hilt, his eyes gloomy.
"Eldest Senior Brother is wise. If we had agreed with Feng Shao, we would be the ones losing face now!" Someone behind him said.
"Yeah, how did this group of mortals improve their fighting strength so quickly?"
"Yan Chuan?" Jiang Nan squinted his eyes, his tone extremely heavy.
On the square in front of the Great River Hall.
Sect Leader Feng Tairan led a group of people and looked down.
"Sect Leader, as I said earlier, this group of mortals is extremely strong. Last time, the two hundred demon snakes were killed by them!" Jiujiansheng said worriedly.
"Too arrogant, Yan Chuan is too arrogant!" Mo Wuhui said coldly.
Feng Tairan shook his head gently and said, "No! Well done! "
"Ah?" Jiujiansheng and the rest were confused.
Feng Tairan stroked his white beard and smiled, "He has Yan Tao's style!"
"But Sect Leader, I am worried that the disciples are not a match for the Jin Yi Army. What if …!" Jiujiansheng said worriedly.
"Yan Chuan did not kill them! Don't worry! "Feng Tairan said with a smile.
"But, he said to kill?" Jiujiansheng still did not understand.
"He said to kill, but there was a precondition. 'Anyone who dares to block the path, kill!' The precondition was to block Yan Chuan's path. These third generation disciples attacked from both sides, so the Jin Yi Army left them a way out! "Feng Tairan said with a smile.
"Ah?" Jiujiansheng said in surprise.
"With such a disciple, Yan Tao can smile in the underworld!" Feng Tairan suddenly sighed.
"Sect Leader, your evaluation of Yan Chuan is too high. Can he be compared to Yan Tao?" Mo Wuhui frowned.
"Didn't you notice? From the beginning to the end, Yan Chuan's eyelids did not even twitch! "Feng Tairan said with a smile.
"Oh?" Everyone looked over again.
In the distance, cultivators flew into the air, kicking up dust and smoke from the battlefield. Two thousand Embroidered Uniform Army soldiers suppressed the cultivators. One thousand Embroidered Uniform Army soldiers protected Yan Chuan as they continued their journey to the Dahe Sect.
Yan Chuan sat on the Dragon Platform. He continued to lazily rest his chin on his hand, allowing the Dragon Platform to steadily move towards the interior of the Dahe Sect.
Huo Guang led the way.
There was only one person standing in Huo Guang's way: Feng Shao.
Feng Shao still felt like his head was stuck.
"How could that be? How could Yan Chuan dare to make a move? How dare he! "Feng Shao said with an ugly expression.
"Ta, ta, ta!"
As the army drew closer, Feng Shao's expression turned increasingly ugly as he listened to the screams of his martial nephews.
"Martial Uncle, save me!" Someone cried out.
"Martial Uncle!"
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As the cultivators shouted, Feng Shao also felt very anxious. He wanted to stop this chaotic battle, but he realized how powerless he was.
"Yan Chuan, stop! Stop!" Feng Shao roared.
Naturally, Yan Chuan would not listen to him. The army ignored him even more. They slowly advanced, getting closer and closer.
"Martial Uncle!"
The shouts all around made Feng Shao's immature mind unable to bear it.
"Capture the ringleader first? Yes, yes. I will control Yan Chuan. This group of mortals will not dare to make a move! "Feng Shao's eyes suddenly lit up.
"Shing!"
Feng Shao swung his sword and charged towards Yan Chuan, who was in the middle of the army.
"How dare you!" Huo Guang stepped forward.
Feng Shao did not care about Huo Guang's advance. He was just a mortal. What could a mortal do to him?
"Great River Chop!" Feng Shao glared. The sword in his hand immediately drew a bright sword beam.
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