Chapter 3405: go one's own way
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"Here, they are all disciples of the Yanlong Sect. Is that right?"
Deacon Feng pursed his lips, but was greeted by Lin Yan's indifferent gaze.
After swallowing, Deacon Feng put away what he was about to say, and could only bow his head and obey.
There was no strange expression on Zhang Yifeng's face, and he took Nanfeng to the side.
After a while, the monks in the entire inn were called down by Qinghuang and gathered in the lobby on the first floor of the inn.
Seeing that everyone was coming, Lin Yan nodded slightly and hummed softly.
"It seems that everyone is here. In this case, I have a question for all of you. If no one answers, then you don't want to leave today."
Lin Yan coldly swept towards the group of monks who were forcibly driven down, and said with a look of contempt.
"The people of Yanlongzong are a little too arrogant!"
When Lin Yan was about to ask questions, a cultivator in a blue robe walked out of the crowd, got up and followed by four cultivators in the same clothes.
"People from Qinghai Sect? Tsk tsk, how dare you be arrogant in the realm of our Yanlong Sect?"
Lin Yan saw the identities of these people at a glance, sneered and looked down at them.
"What about the realm of your Yanlong sect, my Qinghai sect is the same size as your Yanlong sect, how dare you kill us?
Get out of the way quickly, or don't regret it when our Qinghai Zong soldiers arrive at the door! "
The blue-shirted monk shouted angrily, trying to scare Lin Yan away.
Unexpectedly, Lin Yan actually silently gave way to the door. Seeing this, the blue-shirted cultivator became more confident and greeted the juniors behind him and walked out of the inn.
However, when he came to Lin Yan, suddenly a cold light flashed across, and a long sword exuding a scorching aura stabbed out from the neck of the blue-shirted cultivator.
Withdrawing the long sword, Lin Yan threw off the blood stained on the sword, and looked at the blue-robed cultivator who fell stupefied.
"A trash looking for a dead end, do you really think I'll let you go?"
The monk in blue who had his neck pierced had not yet died completely. He tried his best to cover the wound on his throat with his hands, but he couldn't stop the blood from flowing.
Lin Yan looked at him coldly, and stabbed the long sword in his hand again, which directly ended the life of the monk in blue.
A mass of fire exploded on the sword, directly swallowing the corpse of the monk in blue.
"Go ahead."
Lin Yan said with a cold expression, and immediately the figure of Deacon Feng flickered around him, and several sword lights flashed across the inn.
When Deacon Feng's figure returned to its original position, the Qinghai Sect cultivators were already clutching their necks and fell straight down.
From beginning to end, the monks in the inn, except Zhang Yifeng, did not see Deacon Qingfeng's actions.
This person is indeed as his name suggests, and he moves his hand like a gust of wind.
"Now, does anyone want to leave?"
Lin Yan swung the long sword in his hand, and a few **** of fire covered the bodies of the Qinghai Sect cultivators, burning the bodies of these people to ashes.
A group of onlookers were waiting, watching Lin Yan kill these Qinghai Sect cultivators with just a few words, all with angry expressions on their faces.
But surprisingly, none of these people dared to take a step forward.
"Wouldn't it be better to do this sooner?"
Lin Yan said indifferently, and the long sword in his hand turned into a spiritual light and received it at his fingertips.
Known as the sword-blade twins of Yanlongzong, of course he couldn't only use bows and crossbows, but he was slightly less talented than his brother in swordsmanship.
"Now, you can tell me, does anyone know about the Demon Sect?"
Lin Yan's indifferent eyes swept across the faces of the monks gathered on the first floor of the inn, quietly waiting for someone to stand up and answer.
"If no one answers my question, none of you will be able to leave this inn after a stick of incense."
After Lin Yan finished speaking, he motioned the disciples on the side to light the prepared incense candles.
Time passed bit by bit, but none of the monks came out to answer Lin Yan's question.
Because they didn't know any demon religion at all, looking at the burning incense candles, despair flashed in their eyes.
Qinghuang and his juniors stood beside Zhang Yifeng, looking at the incense candles that were burning faster and faster, with a look of decisiveness in his eyes.
No matter what, he couldn't let Zhang Yifeng die because of himself.
After thinking about it, Qinghuang planned to come forward and lead the death.
Zhang Yifeng saw what Qinghuang was thinking, and silently stretched out his hand and grabbed the corner of Qinghuang's clothes.
"Don't worry, just wait and see. Now even if you go out and admit your identity as a demon cultivator, the ending will not change in any way."
Zhang Yifeng used his divine sense to instruct Qinghuang in his ear, even if Qinghuang took the initiative to show up, Lin Yan would not let the entire inn go.
Instead, they would riot on the spot and kill everyone in the inn.
After hearing Zhang Yifeng's persuasion in his ears, Qing Huang pursed his lips and stopped.
Time passed bit by bit, Lin Yan looked at the half-burned incense candle with a look of impatience on his face.
Anyway, from the beginning to the end, he never thought that there were really magic cultivators in this group of people. In this case, he might as well do it directly according to his original intention.
With a cold snort, Lin Yan raised his finger and shot out a bit of sword energy from his fingertips, cutting off the burning incense candle.
"It seems that you are ready to fight to the end. If that's the case, then don't even think about going out alive, just die here for me!"
Lin Yan's eyes flashed coldly, he turned around and shouted to the disciples of the Yanlong Sect outside the inn.
"This group of people ignores the majesty of the Yanlong Sect, and even delusionally wants to resist, they will all be punished by the crimes of the demon sect and kill them for me!"
Lin Yan gave an order, and the disciples of the Yanlong Sect outside the inn swarmed up and rushed into the inn.
Lin Yan, on the other hand, watched Deacon Yufeng coldly, turned around and walked out of the inn.
Deacon Shan and Deacon Lie, who were sitting at the wine table, had angry expressions in their eyes, and they could only slap the wine table and walk out of the inn angrily.
"Tsk tsk tsk, this kind of **** scene is not suitable for me to watch!"
The sloppy middle-aged man who had been drinking silently, seeing a **** massacre about to be staged, also turned around and walked out of the inn with a tsk tsk.
"Damn Yanlongzong!"
A large group of monks roared incompetently, but only the disciples of the Flame Dragon Sect who kept rushing towards them were greeted.
At the critical juncture, Zhang Yifeng moved his fingers slightly without his expression, and suddenly a barrier rose in front of all the monks, protecting everyone within the formation.
Zhang Yifeng looked at all this indifferently, turned his head and shouted to the monks.
"This formation won't last much time. If you don't want to die now, do your best to supply energy to the formation!"
Zhang Yifeng's voice didn't have much effect, these cultivators already had a sense of death in their hearts, and it was difficult to raise their resistance.
Seeing this, Zhang Yifeng snorted coldly and said indifferently.
"You can't even control your own life, you adults are not as good as our two children!"
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"Here, they are all disciples of the Yanlong Sect. Is that right?"
Deacon Feng pursed his lips, but was greeted by Lin Yan's indifferent gaze.
After swallowing, Deacon Feng put away what he was about to say, and could only bow his head and obey.
There was no strange expression on Zhang Yifeng's face, and he took Nanfeng to the side.
After a while, the monks in the entire inn were called down by Qinghuang and gathered in the lobby on the first floor of the inn.
Seeing that everyone was coming, Lin Yan nodded slightly and hummed softly.
"It seems that everyone is here. In this case, I have a question for all of you. If no one answers, then you don't want to leave today."
Lin Yan coldly swept towards the group of monks who were forcibly driven down, and said with a look of contempt.
"The people of Yanlongzong are a little too arrogant!"
When Lin Yan was about to ask questions, a cultivator in a blue robe walked out of the crowd, got up and followed by four cultivators in the same clothes.
"People from Qinghai Sect? Tsk tsk, how dare you be arrogant in the realm of our Yanlong Sect?"
Lin Yan saw the identities of these people at a glance, sneered and looked down at them.
"What about the realm of your Yanlong sect, my Qinghai sect is the same size as your Yanlong sect, how dare you kill us?
Get out of the way quickly, or don't regret it when our Qinghai Zong soldiers arrive at the door! "
The blue-shirted monk shouted angrily, trying to scare Lin Yan away.
Unexpectedly, Lin Yan actually silently gave way to the door. Seeing this, the blue-shirted cultivator became more confident and greeted the juniors behind him and walked out of the inn.
However, when he came to Lin Yan, suddenly a cold light flashed across, and a long sword exuding a scorching aura stabbed out from the neck of the blue-shirted cultivator.
Withdrawing the long sword, Lin Yan threw off the blood stained on the sword, and looked at the blue-robed cultivator who fell stupefied.
"A trash looking for a dead end, do you really think I'll let you go?"
The monk in blue who had his neck pierced had not yet died completely. He tried his best to cover the wound on his throat with his hands, but he couldn't stop the blood from flowing.
Lin Yan looked at him coldly, and stabbed the long sword in his hand again, which directly ended the life of the monk in blue.
A mass of fire exploded on the sword, directly swallowing the corpse of the monk in blue.
"Go ahead."
Lin Yan said with a cold expression, and immediately the figure of Deacon Feng flickered around him, and several sword lights flashed across the inn.
When Deacon Feng's figure returned to its original position, the Qinghai Sect cultivators were already clutching their necks and fell straight down.
From beginning to end, the monks in the inn, except Zhang Yifeng, did not see Deacon Qingfeng's actions.
This person is indeed as his name suggests, and he moves his hand like a gust of wind.
"Now, does anyone want to leave?"
Lin Yan swung the long sword in his hand, and a few **** of fire covered the bodies of the Qinghai Sect cultivators, burning the bodies of these people to ashes.
A group of onlookers were waiting, watching Lin Yan kill these Qinghai Sect cultivators with just a few words, all with angry expressions on their faces.
But surprisingly, none of these people dared to take a step forward.
"Wouldn't it be better to do this sooner?"
Lin Yan said indifferently, and the long sword in his hand turned into a spiritual light and received it at his fingertips.
Known as the sword-blade twins of Yanlongzong, of course he couldn't only use bows and crossbows, but he was slightly less talented than his brother in swordsmanship.
"Now, you can tell me, does anyone know about the Demon Sect?"
Lin Yan's indifferent eyes swept across the faces of the monks gathered on the first floor of the inn, quietly waiting for someone to stand up and answer.
"If no one answers my question, none of you will be able to leave this inn after a stick of incense."
After Lin Yan finished speaking, he motioned the disciples on the side to light the prepared incense candles.
Time passed bit by bit, but none of the monks came out to answer Lin Yan's question.
Because they didn't know any demon religion at all, looking at the burning incense candles, despair flashed in their eyes.
Qinghuang and his juniors stood beside Zhang Yifeng, looking at the incense candles that were burning faster and faster, with a look of decisiveness in his eyes.
No matter what, he couldn't let Zhang Yifeng die because of himself.
After thinking about it, Qinghuang planned to come forward and lead the death.
Zhang Yifeng saw what Qinghuang was thinking, and silently stretched out his hand and grabbed the corner of Qinghuang's clothes.
"Don't worry, just wait and see. Now even if you go out and admit your identity as a demon cultivator, the ending will not change in any way."
Zhang Yifeng used his divine sense to instruct Qinghuang in his ear, even if Qinghuang took the initiative to show up, Lin Yan would not let the entire inn go.
Instead, they would riot on the spot and kill everyone in the inn.
After hearing Zhang Yifeng's persuasion in his ears, Qing Huang pursed his lips and stopped.
Time passed bit by bit, Lin Yan looked at the half-burned incense candle with a look of impatience on his face.
Anyway, from the beginning to the end, he never thought that there were really magic cultivators in this group of people. In this case, he might as well do it directly according to his original intention.
With a cold snort, Lin Yan raised his finger and shot out a bit of sword energy from his fingertips, cutting off the burning incense candle.
"It seems that you are ready to fight to the end. If that's the case, then don't even think about going out alive, just die here for me!"
Lin Yan's eyes flashed coldly, he turned around and shouted to the disciples of the Yanlong Sect outside the inn.
"This group of people ignores the majesty of the Yanlong Sect, and even delusionally wants to resist, they will all be punished by the crimes of the demon sect and kill them for me!"
Lin Yan gave an order, and the disciples of the Yanlong Sect outside the inn swarmed up and rushed into the inn.
Lin Yan, on the other hand, watched Deacon Yufeng coldly, turned around and walked out of the inn.
Deacon Shan and Deacon Lie, who were sitting at the wine table, had angry expressions in their eyes, and they could only slap the wine table and walk out of the inn angrily.
"Tsk tsk tsk, this kind of **** scene is not suitable for me to watch!"
The sloppy middle-aged man who had been drinking silently, seeing a **** massacre about to be staged, also turned around and walked out of the inn with a tsk tsk.
"Damn Yanlongzong!"
A large group of monks roared incompetently, but only the disciples of the Flame Dragon Sect who kept rushing towards them were greeted.
At the critical juncture, Zhang Yifeng moved his fingers slightly without his expression, and suddenly a barrier rose in front of all the monks, protecting everyone within the formation.
Zhang Yifeng looked at all this indifferently, turned his head and shouted to the monks.
"This formation won't last much time. If you don't want to die now, do your best to supply energy to the formation!"
Zhang Yifeng's voice didn't have much effect, these cultivators already had a sense of death in their hearts, and it was difficult to raise their resistance.
Seeing this, Zhang Yifeng snorted coldly and said indifferently.
"You can't even control your own life, you adults are not as good as our two children!"
"Here, they are all disciples of the Yanlong Sect. Is that right?"Deacon Feng pursed his lips, but was greeted by Lin Yan's indifferent gaze.After swallowing, Deacon Feng put away what he was about to say, and could only bow his head and obey.There was no strange expression on Zhang Yifeng's face, and he took Nanfeng to the side.After a while, the monks in the entire inn were called down by Qinghuang and gathered in the lobby on the first floor of the inn.Seeing that everyone was coming, Lin Yan nodded slightly and hummed softly."It seems that everyone is here. In this case, I have a question for all of you. If no one answers, then you don't want to leave today."Lin Yan coldly swept towards the group of monks who were forcibly driven down, and said with a look of contempt."The people of Yanlongzong are a little too arrogant!"When Lin Yan was about to ask questions, a cultivator in a blue robe walked out of the crowd, got up and followed by four cultivators in the same clothes."People from Qinghai Sect? Tsk tsk, how dare you be arrogant in the realm of our Yanlong Sect?"Lin Yan saw the identities of these people at a glance, sneered and looked down at them."What about the realm of your Yanlong sect, my Qinghai sect is the same size as your Yanlong sect, how dare you kill us?Get out of the way quickly, or don't regret it when our Qinghai Zong soldiers arrive at the door! "The blue-shirted monk shouted angrily, trying to scare Lin Yan away.Unexpectedly, Lin Yan actually silently gave way to the door. Seeing this, the blue-shirted cultivator became more confident and greeted the juniors behind him and walked out of the inn.However, when he came to Lin Yan, suddenly a cold light flashed across, and a long sword exuding a scorching aura stabbed out from the neck of the blue-shirted cultivator.Withdrawing the long sword, Lin Yan threw off the blood stained on the sword, and looked at the blue-robed cultivator who fell stupefied."A trash looking for a dead end, do you really think I'll let you go?"The monk in blue who had his neck pierced had not yet died completely. He tried his best to cover the wound on his throat with his hands, but he couldn't stop the blood from flowing.Lin Yan looked at him coldly, and stabbed the long sword in his hand again, which directly ended the life of the monk in blue.A mass of fire exploded on the sword, directly swallowing the corpse of the monk in blue."Go ahead."Lin Yan said with a cold expression, and immediately the figure of Deacon Feng flickered around him, and several sword lights flashed across the inn.When Deacon Feng's figure returned to its original position, the Qinghai Sect cultivators were already clutching their necks and fell straight down.From beginning to end, the monks in the inn, except Zhang Yifeng, did not see Deacon Qingfeng's actions.This person is indeed as his name suggests, and he moves his hand like a gust of wind."Now, does anyone want to leave?"Lin Yan swung the long sword in his hand, and a few **** of fire covered the bodies of the Qinghai Sect cultivators, burning the bodies of these people to ashes.A group of onlookers were waiting, watching Lin Yan kill these Qinghai Sect cultivators with just a few words, all with angry expressions on their faces.But surprisingly, none of these people dared to take a step forward."Wouldn't it be better to do this sooner?"Lin Yan said indifferently, and the long sword in his hand turned into a spiritual light and received it at his fingertips.Known as the sword-blade twins of Yanlongzong, of course he couldn't only use bows and crossbows, but he was slightly less talented than his brother in swordsmanship."Now, you can tell me, does anyone know about the Demon Sect?"Lin Yan's indifferent eyes swept across the faces of the monks gathered on the first floor of the inn, quietly waiting for someone to stand up and answer."If no one answers my question, none of you will be able to leave this inn after a stick of incense."After Lin Yan finished speaking, he motioned the disciples on the side to light the prepared incense candles.Time passed bit by bit, but none of the monks came out to answer Lin Yan's question.Because they didn't know any demon religion at all, looking at the burning incense candles, despair flashed in their eyes.Qinghuang and his juniors stood beside Zhang Yifeng, looking at the incense candles that were burning faster and faster, with a look of decisiveness in his eyes.No matter what, he couldn't let Zhang Yifeng die because of himself.After thinking about it, Qinghuang planned to come forward and lead the death.Zhang Yifeng saw what Qinghuang was thinking, and silently stretched out his hand and grabbed the corner of Qinghuang's clothes."Don't worry, just wait and see. Now even if you go out and admit your identity as a demon cultivator, the ending will not change in any way."Zhang Yifeng used his divine sense to instruct Qinghuang in his ear, even if Qinghuang took the initiative to show up, Lin Yan would not let the entire inn go.Instead, they would riot on the spot and kill everyone in the inn.After hearing Zhang Yifeng's persuasion in his ears, Qing Huang pursed his lips and stopped.Time passed bit by bit, Lin Yan looked at the half-burned incense candle with a look of impatience on his face.Anyway, from the beginning to the end, he never thought that there were really magic cultivators in this group of people. In this case, he might as well do it directly according to his original intention.With a cold snort, Lin Yan raised his finger and shot out a bit of sword energy from his fingertips, cutting off the burning incense candle."It seems that you are ready to fight to the end. If that's the case, then don't even think about going out alive, just die here for me!"Lin Yan's eyes flashed coldly, he turned around and shouted to the disciples of the Yanlong Sect outside the inn."This group of people ignores the majesty of the Yanlong Sect, and even delusionally wants to resist, they will all be punished by the crimes of the demon sect and kill them for me!"Lin Yan gave an order, and the disciples of the Yanlong Sect outside the inn swarmed up and rushed into the inn.Lin Yan, on the other hand, watched Deacon Yufeng coldly, turned around and walked out of the inn.Deacon Shan and Deacon Lie, who were sitting at the wine table, had angry expressions in their eyes, and they could only slap the wine table and walk out of the inn angrily."Tsk tsk tsk, this kind of **** scene is not suitable for me to watch!"The sloppy middle-aged man who had been drinking silently, seeing a **** massacre about to be staged, also turned around and walked out of the inn with a tsk tsk."Damn Yanlongzong!"A large group of monks roared incompetently, but only the disciples of the Flame Dragon Sect who kept rushing towards them were greeted.At the critical juncture, Zhang Yifeng moved his fingers slightly without his expression, and suddenly a barrier rose in front of all the monks, protecting everyone within the formation.Zhang Yifeng looked at all this indifferently, turned his head and shouted to the monks."This formation won't last much time. If you don't want to die now, do your best to supply energy to the formation!"Zhang Yifeng's voice didn't have much effect, these cultivators already had a sense of death in their hearts, and it was difficult to raise their resistance.Seeing this, Zhang Yifeng snorted coldly and said indifferently."You can't even control your own life, you adults are not as good as our two children!"
