Yan Lan looked at the people who were also puzzled and said in a deep voice: "Dark clouds are over the city. The person who comes here is not good. Let's go and take a look."

After saying that, Yan Lan ran straight towards the door, pushed it open, and saw everyone on the bustling street standing there, looking at the black clouds in the sky. No one seemed to know the reason.

Yan Lan raised her head, and the black clouds were getting closer and closer. In the entire sky, only the sky above her head was exposed to sunlight, and the dark clouds gradually gathered towards the middle like ink dripping into the water. After a while, there was only a gap of a thousand feet in diameter in the sky above her head.

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"Everyone remains vigilant and ready to fight," Yan Lan said solemnly.

"Yes, Alliance Leader!" Everyone shouted in unison, and the surrounding space suddenly trembled. Everyone gathered their spiritual power and took action at any time.

"Young man, if you want to run away, run away quickly. This is Xuanzong coming to arrest you. If you don't run away, you will never be able to escape."

Yan Lan looked up at the sky, and suddenly an old voice sounded in his ears. He looked closely and saw an old man in linen standing in front of him. His hair was gray and his eye sockets were sunken, but his eyes were bright. At first glance, he was an extraordinary person.

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"Xuanzong? Dare you ask me your senior's name? Why don't you run away?" Yan Lan asked, cupping her hands.

"Haha." The old man in sackcloth shook his head and smiled and said, "I have my own way to save my life, but this time Xuanzong sent out all the forces of the two Yiding branches to encircle and suppress this town. You should have escaped earlier, but now I'm afraid

It’s too late.”

Yan Lan frowned and whispered: "Senior, it seems that he knows Xuanzong very well."

The old man in sackcloth nodded and sighed: "We have been enemies of Xuanzong for many years, so we know a little bit about it. Although you are strong, Xuanzong sent out two hundred black-clothed members this time, and there are seven or eight people above the Nascent Soul stage, including

Two elders at the Wuyan Nascent Soul stage. In addition, although the ordinary team members are only at the Yuan Dan or Hua Dan stage, they form a formation to capture and kill, with ten to one, and capture mainly, so even if they are Nascent Soul monks

, if you are not careful, you will be captured, so please be careful."

Yan Lan nodded and said: "Senior, it seems that he is not a weakling. Since you and I are enemies of Xuanzong, why not join us and fight against the enemy together."

The old man in sackcloth's eyes lit up and he chuckled, "I have exactly what I mean."

The old man with dead leaves glanced at the old man in sackcloth, frowned, said nothing, and then shifted his gaze to the dark clouds.

Yan Lan felt that the air was filled with increasing pressure, but the coldness in her eyes became more intense, and she faintly chanted: "Xuanzong, I didn't look for you, but you took the initiative to come to me. This time, I will not be lenient.

"

He clenched his fist suddenly, and the veins on his fist were exposed. A faint aura of death slowly rose up, exuding a strong murderous intention.

When the black clouds in the sky were about to swallow up the last circle of light, Yan Lan's eyes flashed coldly, and she jumped up. The golden light from her right hand suddenly struck the center where the black clouds were about to close.

Suddenly, a golden ripple spread out, like a golden blazing sun, and the surrounding black clouds were driven away by the golden light and instantly retreated hundreds of feet away.

"On top of my head, only the sky can be allowed. I won't allow it. Who dares to cover the sky!"

Yan Lan shouted suddenly, the sound was like thunder, and spread out in all directions.

He stood suspended in the air, with hunting clothes and long hair, like a god, releasing a powerful majesty.

Immediately, the black clouds thousands of feet away rolled violently, as if they were extremely dissatisfied with Yan Lan's arrogant behavior.

On the earth, Jian Pingchuan looked up at the sky. Yan Lan's pride made his blood boil. The sword on his back began to tremble slightly, and the swordsman's will was also increasing rapidly.

"The alliance leader is the alliance leader. Such a momentum is not something ordinary people can possess." Hu Rong's eyes widened and he said in surprise.

Old Man Gu Ye nodded and said with a smile: "This is natural. The leader of an alliance should be domineering."

The rest of the people nodded upon hearing this, staring at Yan Lan with their expressions showing respect. Even with the black clouds in the sky, even if they had the Nascent Soul stage cultivation, they would not dare to be like Yan Lan, soaring to the sky alone.

The old man in sackcloth said hoarsely: "So this young man is the leader of your alliance. I just spoke so disrespectfully, so disrespectful." After saying that, he narrowed his eyes slightly and flickered, not knowing what he was thinking.

Suddenly, above a hundred miles of sky, a voice like a drum suddenly came to mind: "Everyone, listen carefully, those who are below the alchemy stage must leave the two thousand feet of the town center within half an hour, otherwise they will be killed without mercy."

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This voice was extremely overbearing. It was not because they were merciful but because they had noticed that there were more than ten Nascent Soul monks in the center of the town. In order not to do useless work, they had to separate the strong and weak people.

What they want are monks at the Alchemy Stage and Nascent Soul Stage. Only these monks are worth capturing.

On the street, most people were stunned for a few breaths. When many people came to their senses and dispersed in fear, those with low cultivation levels fled towards the outskirts of the town.

Suddenly, several rays of lightning struck down from the black cloud and hit the ground, followed by several miserable howling sounds.

"If monks in the Alchemy Stage and Nascent Soul Stage gather in the center of the town, they have a greater chance of survival."

Another indifferent voice came from among the black clouds.

Yan Lan's pupils tightened, and the powerful soul power immediately spread out. He sensed that there were hundreds of people in black hiding in the black clouds. Suddenly, a cruel smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. These people, regardless of their attire,

, or aura, all prove that they are all members of Xuanzong.

"Xuanzong, I want to see how big a splash you can make this time."

Yan Lan stood in the void with his hands behind his back, looking arrogant. His soul noticed that on the ground, more than ten monks were gathering in front of the Xuan Mie Alliance. Apparently, they found that the top ten members of the Xuan Mie League were the strongest, and only the top ten monks were the strongest.

Only by working with these people can we survive.

Yan Lan also noticed that the only Yuanying stage monk in this town also jumped up and galloped towards the Xuanji Alliance.

After burning the incense, Yan Lan lowered his head and looked down. On the originally bustling street, there were only seventeen monks standing at the moment, one at the Nascent Soul stage and 16 at the Hualan stage. They were the most powerful among the millions of people in this town.

The strongest.

Their eyes turned to Jian Pingchuan and others, obviously knowing that the strength of the seventeen of them alone would be difficult to fight against the forces in the black clouds in the sky, and they could not detect the cultivation level of Jian Pingchuan and others, so they knew that their strength was far away

above them.

Hu Rong looked at the seventeen monks, then looked at the black clouds in the sky, and said with a cheerful smile: "Stand over, we are grasshoppers on a rope now. No one is allowed to slack off in the next battle. You see

You know, the enemy is very arrogant. The best thing to do with an arrogant enemy is to completely defeat them. When the time comes, look at their pitiful eyes and humiliating expressions, and then think about their previous arrogance, do you think it feels good or not?

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The seventeen monks looked at each other, clenched their fists, gritted their teeth and shouted in unison: "Great!"

Hu Rong waved his fist and shouted in a rough voice: "Since it feels good, then use all your skills to beat the shit out of those melons."

"Okay, haha, I, Xu Yi, have been a vegetarian until now. Now it's time to start eating meat." The only Nascent Soul monk among the seventeen people drew his sword and said. He seemed to have not suffered any killings, and his body

Trembling slightly, I don't know if it's because of excitement or fear.

The old man in sackcloth smiled lowly and said: "Don't be afraid, the leader of the alliance will support you, and here he is, that young man."

The seventeen monks immediately raised their heads and stared at Yan Lan's arrogant and unyielding figure. After a moment, they frowned slightly.

"He? Leader? Can this young man defeat the strong man in the sky?" Xu Yi asked doubtfully.

"What, you don't believe it?" Hu Rong's eyes widened, slightly dissatisfied.

The expressions of the seventeen monks changed several times, and they all shook their heads slightly in denial, but there was still doubt and worry in their expressions.

At this time, the black clouds in the sky began to gather from all directions.

Yan Lan's eyes narrowed, and after a moment, she saw more than two hundred people in black appearing in the sky. These people were not standing in a scattered and messy position, but seemed to form some kind of formation.

"Jiejie, now it's time to harvest you!" Among the men in black, one with a circular badge on his shoulder smiled excitedly.
Chapter completed!