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

Chapter 380 Outside the Cangyan Sect, when has the reputation become so noble?

Yan Ci ignored the two young men who were still shouting arrogantly in the name of his disciples.

Instead, he turned around and asked Bei Wan two very important questions:

"Your fourth senior brother asked you to call me here? Is that right?"

Bei Wan nodded: "Yes!"

Just now, it was the fourth senior brother who urged her to ask the senior brother to come over as soon as possible. It was an urgent matter.

Now she still believes in the fourth senior brother, and even because the fourth senior brother had an adventure in the gate of hell, she has a little more love for the fourth senior brother. It can be said that Mo Yan kills people, and she can hand him a knife.

Yan Ci took a deep breath: "Has his cultivation recovered?"

After getting along with the senior brothers for a long time, Bei Wan also had some premonitions. After all, the fourth senior brother had escaped a lot of beatings that he should have received some time ago due to his lack of cultivation.

Now... I might have to pay it back.

There was no immediate reply from Bei Wan.

From the corner of his eye, he saw the fourth senior brother next to him silently gesturing to himself and starting to run away quietly.

Therefore, even if Bei Wan did not give an answer, Yan Ci still got useful information.

It was Mo Yan who did it, that’s right!

Mo Yan, who had already run away a little on tiptoe, heard the familiar sound of breaking wind coming from behind, accompanied by the sound of Jun Guo and others sucking in the cold air.

The next second, a huge mace hit Mo Yan hard in front of him. With excellent prediction, it almost hit a finger directly in front of Mo Yan's outstretched right foot.

Seeing this, Bei Wan just said that she was used to it, especially when she first came to the sect, Yan Ci beat Mo Yan with a mace all day long.

He didn't beat Mo Yan to death at that time, so there's no need to worry now.

At this time, Junguo and the others didn't even dare to eat the fruit with a bang. They tried their best to squat in a corner and try to eat all the big melons.

Wonderful, really wonderful.

Mo Yan took his feet back angrily, turned his head, and said with a flattering smile on his face: "Senior brother."

Trying to regain Yan Ci's affection for his fellow disciples.

But, it's of no use.

"Turn back, just stand there!" The stern words fell, and the mace buzzed in response to the occasion, creating a strong sense of oppression.

Think about your mistakes in front of the mace and take a good look at yourself.

Mo Yan:......

Forget it, whoever made him Mo Yanjian and Noodle Stick think about it, just think about it.

Anyway, something embarrassing happened in front of Yan Ci. His habit of watching the excitement without taking it too seriously should be something he can never change in his life.

Goudan: "Yo! You also use a mace, you must have followed suit and learned from our master!"

Erniu: "That's right, if you look like this, you still won't let us go. After you go back, maybe you can take advantage of the fact that you let us go and ask Master to show you a trick."

Now many people under the mountain have learned about such a good thing as mace, just because of Yan Ci.

Anyway, news and gossip spread the fastest, and there are always one set of stories, whether true or false.

Yan Ci's gentle face showed a rare expression of embarrassment, confusion and confusion:?

No.

He is here in person, but watching the two children in front of him use his reputation to tout and support him in front of him, it really feels a bit...an awkward feeling with his toes on the ground.

Mo Yan stood still in front of the mace, but that didn't mean that his mouth could be free.

"Is Yan Ci really that powerful?" The young man's voice was solemn and unruly, and he was trying to stir up the already muddy water, making it even muddier.

Goudan: "That's not true, our master is the world..."

Yan Ci's hand hanging by his side suddenly tightened, and while using his spiritual power to force the two of them to shut up, the Luoquan Sword in his right hand went straight towards Mo Yan.

Mo Yan was not afraid at all.

Bei Wan looked at Mo Yan with some admiration. Fourth senior brother was really not afraid of death.

Fortunately, the Falling Spring Sword only brushed two strands of Mo Yan's hair.

Mo Yan let out a low tsk, with a "Sure enough" look on his face.

Five years ago, Yan Ci was reluctant to kill him, and now he would not do it anymore. At most, he would be frightened and then beaten.

Senior brother, your heart is soft! I've figured it out a long time ago.

in the corner.

Junguo complained silently with his expression: Look, Fourth Master Uncle, does he look like a scoundrel?

The companion next to him looked confused: What? Are you constipated?

Another companion: Is the stewed chicken with potatoes that I ate for lunch poisonous?

Another person nodded directly: Anyway, I don’t quite understand what these people want to express, so I just nodded perfunctorily!

There is no tacit understanding at all.

Yan Ci sighed helplessly and looked at the two people in front of him who were forced to shut up by him because they kept praising Yan Ci.

"This is Cang Yan Sect, and I am Yan Ci."

The two people who were still trying to struggle fell silent for a moment.

Seeing that the two of them became quiet, Yan Ci was about to withdraw his pressure, but at that moment he saw the anticipation on Mo Yan's face and the light in his eyes that seemed to light up because he wanted to watch the fun.

Yan Ci didn't quite understand. Just when he hesitated, the pressure had been withdrawn.

It was at that moment.

Goudan: "I'm laughing so hard. You are still the master, this is still the Cangyan Sect, and I am still the leader of the Qingya Sect!"

Erniu: "You dare to say more than us! Do you think you can become a master if you are stronger, more handsome, and hold a mace in your hand?"

The two of them are quite awesome, and now they are talking about Master.

If Yan Ci himself were not here, unsuspecting people might really be fooled.

What a joke, how could the two of them go to Cangyan Sect, which even countless talented monks may not be able to enter, and meet Yan Ci, it is simply a big joke!

Yan Ci:...

Bei Wan watched quietly, thinking constantly in his little mind. The current situation was a bit complicated.

It turns out that if you tell the truth, no one may believe you.

Mo Yan's face was almost bursting with joy.

wonderful! Wonderful!

His guess was indeed correct.

In fact, it's easy to understand. The two people in front of them are just young gangsters with a little talent. They have been together since childhood to make a living. For ordinary people like this, the stern words of Cangyan Sect are like characters in a dream.

They can get excited because in their perception, people like Yan Ci are mysterious and rarely seen by others, let alone appear in front of them.

What kind of identity, status, and bad luck did they have to meet a half-step god-like powerhouse like Yan Ci?

Therefore, now it is time for Yan Ci to prove that he is Yan Ci himself.

But the smile on Mo Yan's face changed slightly before it stayed there for long.

Goudan scratched his neck: "Cang Yan Sect is the largest sect in the world, so they will not kidnap people at will!"

Erniu also echoed: "The Cangyan Sect is noble and sacred, punishes rape and eradicates evil, and spends all the time with children. How could it be like you!"

The image of Cangyan Sect suddenly became tall and holy, as if he were a god or a kind-hearted Bodhisattva.

Mo Yan was sluggish:?

Outside the Cangyan Sect, when did the reputation become so noble?

No, he, Mo Yan, cannot let Cang Yan Sect be restrained by his talk of benevolence, righteousness and morality!

Cang Yan Sect cannot be labeled!

Mo Yan knows very well that if you win a favor with rice, you will earn a lot of rice with enmity!

The world is like this. People who have always done good things will be pushed into the endless hell with invisible hands as long as they do one wrong thing.

But bad people, people with a bad reputation, once they do a decent good deed, they will be praised and called to change their evil ways.

Being a good person is the hardest thing to do, and being a holy sect is even harder.