A five-year-old junior sister, she is the group favorite of four crazy critics

Chapter 331 The third senior brother took off the black veil that bound his eyes: If you go, you will die.

"Uncle Pancake!"

The little guy's voice had a rare hint of joy, it was obvious.

The three-legged Golden Crow immediately looked at his cub.

The little guy was holding the Bamboo Burning Sword, staring at him with bright eyes, and pursed his moist thin lips, but the shallow arc could still be seen clearly.

Love and happiness are all written between the eyebrows.

The three-legged golden crow really liked his cub. Feeling Xiao Beiwan's happiness, he became even happier instantly, feeling like he had endless energy all over his body!

Immediately, the three-legged golden crow looked at Mo Yan and Yao Wen.

Mo Yan held the Demon Suppressing Knife in his right hand, cupped his hands into fists, and saluted to the three-legged Golden Crow.

If I remember correctly, when his body was occupied, he seemed to have strangled the demon clan.

This gift is apologetic.

"Three-legged Golden Crow... Demon King!"

Yao Wen stared at the man who suddenly appeared, and instantly understood who this man was.

The features were so obvious, how could he not recognize them?

If this man hadn't taken action together with those from the Demon Clan's East Palace, disrupting the Demon Clan's desire to join forces with the Demon Clan, maybe he wouldn't have had to wait so long.

The three-legged golden crow looked at Yao Wen. He had not seen Yao Wen's true appearance and did not know Yao Wen's identity.

But based on the situation at hand, the Three-Legged Golden Crow naturally knew who to attack.

The flames were overwhelming, and the bright firelight and the black mist were equally matched.

Bei Wan looked at the fire that filled the sky, and without hesitation, quietly spread the news again.

But he quietly tried again to crack the formation below that could absorb resentment.

Her intuition told her.

This formation may not be simply used to improve strength.

……

Seeing that the place of change was getting closer and closer.

Zang Yunzhi stopped suddenly. He held the sound transmission jade pendant in his hand and stopped Liao Jin in front of him without any hesitation.

"Go back! Don't go there!"

With their current strength, even if they go to the little guy's side, I'm afraid they won't be able to help, and may even become a burden.

Since Bei Wan had conveyed this news to him, what he could do now was to control the overall situation with the Prisonless Sect as soon as possible and try his best to reduce casualties.

We cannot let the snowball of Yao Wen get bigger and bigger.

Yan Ci and Yan Fengmian, who received the news from Bei Wan at the same time, thought the same way.

The Hundred Sect Alliance, as the name suggests, is a temporary alliance formed by the major immortal cultivating sects to resist the demon clan.

On the discussion peak.

A group of strong men who were all trying to overcome the tribulation looked melancholy and their air pressure was extremely low.

Yan Fengmian was wearing a red and white long-sleeved gown, sitting among a group of old men with elegant colors, standing out particularly brightly.

The tea cup in front of me smelled of the refreshing aroma of wine.

The fingertips rubbed the carved patterns on the tea cup, and his eyes passed over the group of old men who were arguing incessantly.

Everyone is noisy, but he is quiet.

A friend next to him who had a good relationship with him wanted to persuade these old men.

But because he was not very strong and he was not that strong, no one listened to him.

Yan Fengmian raised his eyes and drank the wine in the teacup in one gulp.

Without saying a word, with a flick of his fingertips, the valuable tea cup fell heavily in the center of the meeting hall.

The crisp sound of the teacup falling to the ground made the noisy arguments around him disappear.

In an instant, everyone's eyes fell on Yan Fengmian, and they all fell silent.

"It is quite now?"

"No more noise?"

Yan Fengmian asked back, leaning back with calm eyes, looking at the group of tribulation-riding experts in front of him that made the monks outside look up to him, as if he were looking at the rebellious disciples of his own sect.

Those difficult things were all handled by him submissively.

Can these old guys in front of us be as difficult as the young ones?

"Everything in the world is connected. Since the demons can use their resentment for their own purposes, why not cut off the connection between them?"

"It's easy for you to say, how can I kill him!" an elder asked.

What's more, they don't even know how the two are connected, so they still cut it off, how can they cut it off!

Immediately, almost everyone looked at Yan Fengmian.

"Ah……"

Yan Fengmian seemed to be amused by this man's words. He sneered and glanced at the people who were waiting for him to speak.

Very few of these old guys are on his side.

He's not stupid.

During the few days after leaving the Cangyan Sect and heading to the Hundred Sect Alliance.

There was no time when he was not the most troublesome demon to take on, and no time when he was not allowed to rush into danger alone because of his strength.

When discussing matters, if you confront him and have different ideas, you will form cliques, not daring to take risks or be radical.

Or they agree, but always cut corners and violate the rules.

Now, when they encountered a real problem, everyone put their hopes on him, and even acted as if it was a matter of course.

Yan Fengmian just couldn't stand it. After holding it in for so many days, he couldn't help but start talking directly.

"I didn't do it, how do I know? There are so many of you, could it be that they are just decorations?"

"I have to tell you everything. What do you want me to do?"

In fact, Yan Fengmian is not a stingy person, not to mention that this is about the lives of too many living beings in the world. If he knew there was an accurate way now, he would not hide it.

"Master Yan..."

An old man with some gray hair spoke, as if he wanted to persuade others.

Yan Fengmian stood up directly.

The sound of the wooden chairs scraping against the ground was a bit harsh, and it also made everyone present tremble.

The Cangyan Sect won’t just ignore it.

Yan Fengmian looked at them with cold eyes, turned around, and walked towards the door without saying a word.

It seems...it really doesn't matter.

Everyone present was shocked.

Suddenly, the figure walking to the door stopped.

He turned around against the light and couldn't quite see the expression in his eyes, but could only hear the calmness of his voice.

"Look for the formation master. The formation master from Wuhemen will teach them how to break the formation."

Yan Fengmian held the sound-transmission jade pendant in his hand. Xiao Beiwan had just told him the method of breaking the formation between the demons and the black mist.

Although they don't have a good relationship with the group of people in front of them, the people of Cangyan Sect still know things clearly about important matters.

There are only a few people he can't stand, and there is no need to implicate more innocent people because of these few people.

After Yan Fengmian finished speaking, he was about to leave.

Fortunately, an elder reacted quickly and blocked Yan Fengmian directly, stopping him and asking:

"where did you go!"

Yan Fengmian didn't talk nonsense, and with a not very gentle force, he directly kicked away the "stumbling block" in front of him.

His brows were slightly furrowed, as if he looked like someone with a weak brain or a serious illness.

"Who am I? Wherever I go I have to ask for your permission!"

After Yan Fengmian finished speaking, he walked away directly.

He had left Xiao Beiwan behind and came to help for a few days, which was already the end of his kindness and righteousness.

At that time, Wen Rangchen and others would rather have no news of themselves than to keep the stability of the world. He said that what Fengmian had to do was to keep their only daughter safe.

Now it is natural to return to Xiao Beiwan.

Cang Yan Sect.

A figure headed straight to the third peak anxiously.

"Qi Youqing!"

Yan Ci walked quickly and didn't even knock on the door. He pushed the door open rarely and didn't even care about the etiquette that was deeply ingrained in his bones.

Inside, the house is elegant and chic, and it no longer has the cold feeling it had at the beginning.

Elegant rice paper is hung on the wall, and mahogany carved shelves are filled with various ancient books.

Qi Youqing held a cute little red fox with shiny fur in his arms, and on his shoulders stood the little white feathered bird that Bei Wan and Liao Jin came back to.

He sat quietly on the gently swaying wicker chair, calmly, and looked at the sudden intrusion of his senior brother, who seemed not surprised at all.

The feeling of calmness and calmness in Qi Youqing's body made Yan Ci, who was particularly anxious, calm down a little.

Looking at his junior brother who still didn't know anything, Yan Ci asked:

"There is something strange now in Beiwan. Yao Wen has begun to wage war at the interface between the mortal world and the monks."

"With the help of resentment, the strength of the demons has been greatly improved. Now, whether the monk dies or the demon dies, the strength of the demons is improved!"

"Cang Yan Sect, do we still have to stay here?"

"Stay there."

Qi Youqing's voice was as light as the spring breeze blowing the lake water, with only a slight fluctuation.

He raised his hand to grab a small handful of spiritual rice from the small clay pot on the side, and fed the small feather bird on his shoulder leisurely and elegantly. Under Yan Ci's gaze, he said unhurriedly:

"Not only do I have to stay, but it's also best for you, senior brother, to stay here."

Seeing his junior brother's somewhat too indifferent look, Yan Ci didn't feel the slightest bit at ease in his heart.

"Give me an explanation." Yan Ci looked directly at Qi Youqing and asked.

Qi Youqing remained silent and took back the hand that was feeding the little feathered bird in a leisurely manner.

The black gauze that had been binding on his eyes slipped quietly. Qi Youqing raised his hand and took away the black gauze that fell on the bridge of his nose. His eyelashes fluttered and his eyes opened, revealing a pair of eyes of different colors.

One eye is golden and the other is silver. More importantly, these eyes seem to have been crossed by gods, holy and indifferent, like gods.

Qi Youqing looked at his senior brother and said word by word: "If you go, you will die!"

Is this reason enough?