Improper stepping stone for men

Yang Yan raised his hand to lay down a few traps, Yu Jinghuan rushed left and right in it, but it was futile, no matter how Shen Weiyang pushed it, it still couldn't get out of the trap.

At this time, she no longer cared about the idea of ​​subduing this man, and directly recited the mantra to speed up the speed of absorbing his spiritual energy, and at the same time, she called the senior brother who was stunned by the side to deal with him.

However, when the monk in white came over, Yang Yan had already set up a protective formation for himself and the sect disciples beside him. When the monk came, he couldn't break it for a while, let alone the little Nascent Soul.

The white-clothed cultivator's continuous attacks could not shake the guardian formation at all, Shen Weiyang said "it's useless" in his heart, mobilizing all the true energy in his body to maximize the speed of absorbing spiritual energy.

However, Yang Yan had already started his own actions. He didn't care about the rapidly draining spiritual energy, and focused on looking at the jade ring that was shining with light blue light. In an instant, countless nodes of lines appeared in front of him.

As early as two years of continuous study, he had already figured out the principle of the formation formation in the cultivation world. In the eyes of ordinary people, this top-level spirit absorption formation is unpredictable, but in his eyes, it is composed of password formulas.

And to crack the formation, you only need...

He floated near the jade ring, stretched out his fingers and clicked on several nodes to input spiritual energy, and the high-speed formation stagnated instantly, and collapsed from the nodes bit by bit.

And the previous suction force naturally no longer existed, Yang Yan operated the exercises, and instead sucked back the aura stored in the jade ring.

"Impossible!" Sensing that the spiritual energy in the jade essence ring was continuously draining, Shen Weiyang cried out in disbelief, and wanted to push it again but found that she couldn't control it at all now!

"What did you do?" She was shocked and said repeatedly, "Stop, I order you to stop, otherwise you will wait for the revenge of Luohai Palace!"

How could Yang Yan care about her?Speeding up the exercise, he sucked back the spiritual energy he had lost before, but he didn't stop, and continued to suck all the spiritual energy in the jade ring.

The jade ring that had lost all its aura became dull and dull to the naked eye, and then cracks began to appear on the smooth surface, cracking little by little under Shen Weiyang's horrified eyes, and finally turned into dust and dissipated in the air.

She spat out a mouthful of blood with a "plop", and the talisman of her life was destroyed, causing her to suffer severe backlash, seriously injured, traumatized, and her realm was in danger of falling at any time.

"Young Palace Master!" Seeing this, the monk in white hurriedly stepped forward to support her limp body, and said anxiously, "How are you doing?"

"Senior brother Zhuo, he dared to destroy my talisman, you killed him for me!" Shen Weiyang gritted her teeth.

"This..." The white-clothed cultivator looked troubled, he couldn't even break through the opponent's protective formation, so what are you talking about killing?

He hesitated and persuaded, "Why don't we go back to the palace first, gather people and come to settle accounts with them."

Shen Weiyang's eyes sharpened, but before she could speak, Yang Yan had put away the formation and came out, and said coldly: "The account of bullying me, Donghemen, has not been settled yet, you still want to leave?"

"Aren't you just relying on knowing some formations? How dare you speak out here and think that there is no one in the world?" The monk in white stepped in front of the young palace master, "If you have the ability, don't use formations, we will fight in an upright manner .”

Who first relied on the formation to attack?

Yang Yan was amused in his heart, he didn't bother to argue with him, he crossed his sword and said: "Yes."

The white-clothed monk was determined. The only thing he was afraid of was the opponent's unpredictable tactics. Now that he was provoked to give up what he was best at, he didn't believe that if he was a level higher than him, he would not be able to defeat him.

However, he didn't know why this person deserved it so simply when he actually fought against him. Obviously his cultivation was higher, but he was always under pressure and beaten as soon as he fought.

The other party's true energy was strong and his fighting consciousness was super strong, no matter if he was making fake moves or sneak attacks, he could easily see through them all, and soon he began to be at a loss, and the whole person fell into deep despair.

Yang Yan's sword was faster than the sword, just like what he had done before, he did not kill him immediately by the sword, but left a scar on his body from time to time.

After being beaten like a gourd of blood, the white-clothed monk's fighting spirit collapsed, and he shouted in a broken voice: "If you want to kill, kill, why humiliate people?"

"So you know this is humiliation, so how did I do it before?" Yang Yan said coldly.

The friar in white was speechless for a moment. When he teased others, he only felt happy and funny, but when the same thing happened to him, he felt the powerlessness and grief in it.

Seeing that he couldn't beat his opponent no matter what, he thought to himself that he would definitely die, and that it would be better to die with the opponent than to suffer humiliation and die.

Looking at a gap, the white-clothed monk suddenly jumped up and grabbed his hand tightly, with a strange smile on his face, urging his true energy to detonate the Nascent Soul in his body.

It's a pity that Yang Yan never let down his vigilance. When he blew himself up, he cut off his hand with a sword, and retreated quickly, and the zhenqi on his body was also stimulated at the same time.

Amidst a terrifying explosion, he was blown away by the air wave, and he managed to protect himself in time. Although his face was a bit dusty, he was not injured at all, but the white-clothed monk had been shattered into pieces, and he couldn't die anymore.

As for Shen Weiyang, when she saw that her senior brother was invincible, she had already slipped away quietly.

Yang Yan had no intention of chasing her down. Before killing the heroine, Tiandao personally dispatched to strangle her. Who knows if he will startle it again if he takes another shot at one of the heroines?

He didn't want to try the pain that would tear his soul apart.

"Is everyone alright?" Yang Yan glanced at the deep pit formed by the self-explosion of the monk in white, turned around and walked in front of the disciples of Donghe Sect, and withdrew the protective formation.

"Eldest brother, you are so powerful!" All the disciples were protected by the formation. Although they were a little shocked by the aftermath of the shock, only those who were below the third level of Qi training turned pale, and the others were fine. looked at him with reverence.

They saw the horrible explosion just now with their own eyes, and they were still worried about him when they saw him being blown away. Who knew that he stood up again as if nothing happened in a flash.

Seeing that they were all in good spirits, and the three teachers who were meditating and healing were not affected, Yang Yan breathed a sigh of relief, and ordered: "Go and clean up, we leave here immediately."

"Ah? Why, senior brother? Haven't those bad guys been beaten away?" A disciple asked in confusion.

"Are you stupid?" No need for Yang Yan to answer, and immediately slapped the person who asked the question cleverly, "Didn't you hear that you came from a high-ranking immortal sect? Don't you leave now, stay here and wait for someone to take revenge ?”

The disciple who was taught a lesson had a broken face: "But if we leave the teacher's school, where can we go?"

The others stopped talking, and the atmosphere was a little gloomy for a while.

"Don't worry," Yang Yan said with a smile, "I've already found a better place to settle, and I came here to pick you up this time."

"Wow!" All the disciples immediately cheered, "Eldest senior brother is too powerful!"

None of them doubted what he said. In their opinion, the Eldest Senior Brother had risen to be the most powerful person in their minds if he could defeat a formidable enemy that neither the Sect Leader nor the two Elders could beat.

"But what should the brothers who escaped before do?" After cheering, they finally remembered this matter. When the guard formation was broken, although most of them were stopped by the enemy, a few escaped.

They must not know that there has been another change in the sect, and the senior brother returned in time to beat the enemy away from the sky, and they are probably still running for their lives in panic at this time.

"It's okay," Yang Yan said after hearing this, "Go back and pack your things, I'll go find them."

At this time, all the disciples had already regarded him as an idol, and they were relieved after hearing what he said, and went back to the room obediently to pack their things.

And Yang Yan re-arranged the guard formation, and then followed the direction they said to chase the escaped person.

At that time, there were only four people escaped from Donghe Gate. They didn't dare to stop along the way, didn't dare to look back, and endured the heat in their eyes, they tried their best to move the flying sword until they were exhausted, physically and spiritually exhausted. Had to stop.

The four of them descended to the foot of a mountain, and looked at each other with red eyes, and one of the little girls who had only just reached the third level of the Qi training stage suddenly cried out with a "wow."

The others couldn't bear it anymore after being affected, tears rolled down their cheeks, the teacher who taught them and protected them was gone, and the brothers who studied, practiced and fought together must also...

"Junior Sister, what should we do now?" A male disciple in his twenties at the early stage of Foundation Establishment asked.

Sheng Zhuxuan was one of those who escaped by chance. Although she was the youngest among all the people, her cultivation was the highest. For a while, they regarded her as the backbone, and they all looked at her eagerly.

"Now the head, the elders, and the disciples in the sect must have been murdered." This time, she lost not only the master, but also her only relative. She was so sad that she couldn't add more, but she had to hold back and try her best to analyze rationally, "The enemy I don't know if they will cut the weeds and hunt for us."

"So we must not reveal our identities. Starting today, we are not allowed to call ourselves disciples of the Donghe Sect. We will hide them first and wait until the news has passed before we go out to inquire. The sect's deep hatred, even if I am smashed to pieces, I will avenge it!"

"Oath to revenge!" The other three followed suit.

Afterwards, the few people found a tree, endured their grief, dug a hole for the disciple tokens on their bodies, and buried them. They changed their Zongmen costumes and were about to leave here.

When a disciple raised his head, he suddenly saw someone stepping on a flying sword coming towards them, and said in surprise: "The people who chased us are coming!"

The expressions on everyone's faces changed suddenly.