the only savior

Chapter 132 Qin Yan
As soon as his words came out, there was a commotion immediately.

Many masters also reacted at this time, and looked at the people on the stage with unkind eyes.

When the man saw such an accident, he suddenly panicked. Under the cool central air conditioner, even the sweat dripped from his forehead. It can be seen that the man's inner quality is not strong.

Seeing that the situation was not good at this time, Master Liao quickly stood up and said:
"Don't be impatient, everyone. As we all know, this evil spirit is invisible and invisible, and it will be generated in crowded places. Although there are 'ten real people' sitting in the presence, it is inevitable that there will be a new generation of evil spirit. This time, Fellow Daoist Pei can It is not surprising to use true energy to force it into shape."

After listening to him forcefully explaining, everyone slowly calmed down at this time, even the old man who spoke out and reprimanded him before was silent.

After all, this is how it is in their circle, you can fool around, you can brag, but you must save face for other colleagues.

Everyone is lying, and no one will expose others, otherwise they will really tear their faces and never die.

"Pei Banxian" saw that Liao Zhenren helped him out of the siege, quietly wiped the cold sweat off his face, and then continued the performance just now.

"Dryness is the sky, Kun is the earth, the thunder is pure, and the Xunfeng eliminates evil spirits! Hurry up like a law! Take it!"

He held the gossip compass in his palm, and connected the dots on it with the other hand, and then suddenly shouted, which startled several nearby guests.

As he said "receive", the faint white mist around him began to slowly move towards the giant dragon in his hand.

Although the speed is very slow and there is little visibility, but as long as you observe carefully, you can still see one or two.

"What the hell is going on? What is he doing?"

"It should be absorbing the mist, right? The thing in his hand is a bit weird..."

"Really? But why do I feel like he's playing us... That gossip compass should be an air filter, I seem to hear the sound of the machine running."

"No, be more confident and get rid of the feeling, he is just playing us..."

"Then shall we expose him?"

"Uh...forget it, let's follow the rules, don't tell the truth if you see through, the master will do it together..."

"..."

Seeing what the person on the stage did at this moment, Zhang Xiaoman felt familiar for a while, why did it look so much like the spirit-absorbing technique he used at Su Fu's house back then?
It's just that this person is a little too unprofessional, and he is full of loopholes.

Many masters who participated in the parasitic event on the spot before were also a little dumbfounded at this time.

They all stood up at this moment, wanting to see the appearance of that person more clearly, so as to distinguish it from the person they saw back then.

Obviously, they also began to doubt whether the so-called "Pei Banxian" was himself.

On the other side, on a large table not far from the center stage, a muscular middle-aged man was watching the scene in front of him with a gloomy face.

When he saw "Pei Banxian" driving the modified gossip pan to absorb smoke everywhere, he even slammed the teacup in his hand on the table and said angrily:
"Who the hell is this person? Did he treat us all as fools? How did this kind of person come in!?"

On one side, the assistant in black quickly winked at a staff member, and the latter hurriedly stepped forward and said:
"I have an impression of this name. A very famous Pei Banxian was actively invited to the conference this time, and the transportation fee was provided to the second class. But later, many masters who also came from Jiangnan said that Pei Banxian was fake. Comparing the data, I found that there is indeed a mistake, they should just have the same name."

"What's the matter with this person on the stage?"

The staff member wiped the sweat from his head and said:

"The one on the stage...maybe...should be the real Master Pei. After all, according to the dictation of the monks in the Jiangnan area, Master Pei is not very old, only about 25 years old..."

"It's bullshit!"

The muscular man slapped the table.

"Before you invite someone to come, how can you not even find out the identity and details of the other party? If a cat or a dog who just mixes in like this can be displayed on stage, what credibility does this National Cultivation Conference have!?"

As he spoke, his already pale face became even uglier, and he couldn't help but let out a series of coughing sounds.

"Boss, pay attention to your body, why don't we go back earlier, the doctor said, don't be tired..." The assistant beside him said quickly.

"It's okay, I'm in good health, don't worry." The man drank a cup of tea, waved his hand and said, "By the way, is Mr. Ye Cang here?"

The assistant said: "The Ye family has been notified, and the old man will come over soon."

"Well, thank you for your hard work."

The man nodded, but the expression on his face was a bit painful. He could feel that he might not be able to hold on for long.

The man's name was Qin Yan, and he was the biggest investor in this cultivating conference. He used to rely on some gray industries that wandered on the edge of the law to start his business. After he successfully made money, he switched to investing.

Because I usually believe in legends such as ghosts and gods, and I also took a fancy to the blankness of this area in the country, and decided to invest in it. This is how the annual National Cultivation Conference is now.

This monasticism conference is not so much for the masters to exchange ideas, it is more like a large-scale exchange exhibition.

They took this opportunity to invite celebrities from all walks of life to participate. At the same time, they also set up auction houses, stone gambling, and antique profiteering institutions. The income of just this day is a very scary figure.

However, something unexpected happened in this year's conference. Before Qin Yan came, he got a bad news. His younger brother who had depended on him since childhood fell ill while traveling in Qionghua City.

Moreover, the hospital did not find any problems at all, but the patient remained unconscious and his vital signs continued to decline.

As a last resort, Qin Yan had no choice but to rush back to take care of his younger brother, and thus postponed the Cultivation Exchange Conference. After all, there were some important guests, and he, the host, had to be present in person.

But what made him desperate was that even though several well-known experts from all over the country were invited for diagnosis and treatment, his brother's condition still did not improve at all, and even a frightening thing happened in the end.

On the younger brother's belly, there was a human face!
Qin Yan could see clearly that the face was exactly the same as that of his younger brother!This made him, who has always believed in the theory of ghosts and gods, immediately think of something.

"This is retribution! It's retribution!"

Qin Yan scratched his hair vigorously, his eyes were bloodshot.

The younger brother is dead.

And now...

It was his turn.

(End of this chapter)