Chapter 865 Return to Yangzhou

At this moment, Wei Qianlong walked over and spoke loudly and aggressively, his words were aggressive and without any scruples, and he completely demolished Xuan Xiang's stage in an instant. If the Xuanyin Sect had any dignity left because of the changes in the Huan family in Jingzhou, now it doesn't even have the slightest bit left. As Wei Qianlong said, they are a group of completely shameless bandits.

No one can see Xuan's face under the black robe, so no one knows what his expression is at this moment. However, everyone could feel from his trembling body that he was very angry now and was on the verge of exploding.

No one has ever welcomed Xuanyin Sect's arrival in Yangzhou. Even without today's various changes, even if Xuanyin Sect is truly justified, they are not welcome. However, at this moment, no one is willing to really anger the super strong man Xuan**, because no one can check and balance him now.

At this moment, all the Yangzhou monks scolded the vicious Xuan** people thousands of times in their hearts, and they have been scolded by their ancestors for eighteen generations. However, they all felt that Wei Qianlong was too aggressive now, and this approach would probably only bring greater disaster to Yangzhou. Especially since they all felt the increasingly terrifying pressure gradually emanating from the Xuan** people, they thought so even more.

After Wei Qianlong finished speaking, the entire arena fell into a long silence. This was a good opportunity to crusade against the Xuan** people, but no one dared to stand up. For a long time, the coercion on the Xuan** man's body has been so intense that the weak people around the ring felt that their hearts were about to stop beating. His extremely sinister voice also came out: "Okay, very good, what a Jingzhou Huan." Family, what a Qingzhou Wuliang Sect! As you said, my Xuanyin Sect Master is coveting the treasure of your ancestors, but so what? I want to know, so what!"

At this point, Mr. Xuan's words suddenly sounded like a thunderous explosion, causing the group of Yangzhou monks closest to him to faint on the spot.

The power of one drink is so powerful!

The Xuan** man went on to say: "On this arena, I am invincible. In this Yangzhou land, I am invincible! No matter the thieves or bandits, my Xuanyin Gate was robbed today, so what? Today I Not only do I want to rob things and seize the orthodoxy, but I also want to kill you all, what can you do to me?"

"It's good that things have come to this. Anyway, you all know that whether I am justified or not, I am here for the treasures of this land. You have never welcomed me, and I have never wanted to But you will welcome it. Since it is a robbery, I prefer an honest and unscrupulous robbery! Hahahaha, it makes me happy!"

"Emperor Qingzhou, people of the Huan family, don't you admire your ancestors very much? Everyone in Yangzhou, don't you regard the old land of Wuliang Sect as a holy place? Now, I will step into that land and get the Xuanyuan Sword, if you have the ability, come and block it!"

At this point, the black robe of Master Xuan swelled fiercely, and it looked like he was about to rise into the air and fly towards the old land of Wuliangmen not far away.

And at this time, a very calm voice came into the field: "If you want to use my sword, have you asked me?"

The voice was calm, without any emotion. But when this sound entered everyone's ears, it was inexplicably shocking. It seems that this person's cultivation level is too high, so high that even a casual word can affect everyone's heartbeat.

The cultivation level of Xuan** people is unpredictable, and they are extremely sensitive to the fluctuations of earth cultivation. Although the words just now were calm, they actually resonated with his heartbeat. This made his heart tighten. He steadied himself and looked in the direction of the sound.

The Xuan** people reacted the fastest, but the others were not slow either. And when all the monks present focused their attention on an avenue south of the arena, they all saw the dozen monks walking slowly towards them.

Among the dozen or so monks, those at the back looked very ordinary. They all wore uniform blue Taoist robes, and anyone with a keen eye could tell at a glance that they were descendants of the Huan family in Jingzhou.

The disciples of the Huan family in Jingzhou naturally had mediocre cultivation. At least when looking at the boundaries of Yangzhou, it's nothing more than that. But in today's situation, you can only stand aside.

However, at this moment, the faces of the Qianhuan family members were filled with indifferent confidence. It seemed that even if the sky fell on them today, there would be someone to support them.

In front of the Huan family disciples, there were two people standing in total. These two people have extremely outstanding temperaments. Although they are walking together with the Huan family's children, they stand out from the crowd, with their own outstanding demeanor.

Among the two, the old man also wore a green robe, but it was more simple and it was an ordinary linen robe. However, this old man in linen robes, not only his temperament is outstanding, but once everyone feels it, they can find in him something as unfathomable as the mysterious man and the alchemy ghost.

As for the other person, he is a young man. He was dressed in a white robe, with silver hair, and his outstanding temperament and demeanor, making it difficult for people not to pay attention to him. There was no joy or sadness on his face, and the heroic spirit between his brows was compelling, like that of an unparalleled king. Even if you look at him, you will feel that he is too sharp and you must hide.

The puppets of the Huan family in Jingzhou reacted the fastest. They saw the head of the family, Huan Lin, among the visitors at a glance, so they squeezed out of the crowd while everyone was in a state of turmoil, ran to Huan Lin and knelt down, shouting: "Head of the family, we...we did not disgrace the name of the ancestor, we did not betray the ancestor!"

Huan Lin showed deep pity in his eyes and said: "You are all good, why don't you pay homage to the ancestor? Today, the ancestor supports us!"

Several people were stunned and did not react immediately. They looked at Huan Lin for a long time, and then looked at the young man standing at the front of the crowd with a calm face. After a long time, the face that had been seen countless times in the portrait finally overlapped with the face of this young man.

The three of them opened their mouths at the same time, looking at the white-robed silver-haired young man in disbelief, and even forgot to pay homage.

At this time, Wei Qianlong also came over with his people, bowed directly in front of the white-robed silver-haired young man, and shouted: "Wei Qianlong, a disciple of Qingzhou Wuliangmen, leads all the unworthy descendants to pay homage to the ancestor!"

The voice was clear and deep, and it spread far away and fell into the ears of everyone beside the ring.

Beside the ring, the most familiar people to Huan Yin were Shen Ling and his son. The eyes of the two of them never moved away from Huan Yin's face the moment Huan Yin appeared. However, everything was like a dream, and they couldn't believe that the person who was wiped out in the past was back now!

Hearing the shouts of Wei Qianlong and others, Shen Ling finally woke up from her dream. Or rather, she finally realized that she was not dreaming. So, her eyes were completely blurred in an instant, filled with tears.

Trembling forward a few steps, Shen Ling shouted: "Brother, is that you?"

At this moment, Huan Yin was helping the disciples in front of him up, and seeing the middle-aged Shen Ling, he suddenly felt endless emotion in his heart. He rushed to Shen Ling with a few big steps and said, "Ling'er, I'm back!"

"It's uncle, it's my uncle who's back!" Ye Lingyu was so excited that he knelt down at Huan Yin's knees and said, "Lingyu greets uncle, uncle's kindness in the past, Lingyu will never forget it. Uncle taught me the way of swordsmanship, Lingyu practiced day and night, and dared not neglect it!"

Huan Yin nodded heavily, "Good boy, good boy!"

Beside the ring, the voices gradually became more and more, and more and more people recognized Huan Yin's face, with disbelief on their faces.

After a while, an old man squeezed out from the crowd, rushed to Huan Yin, hugged Huan Yin, and said, "It's Uncle Huan who's back, it's Uncle Huan who's back in Yangzhou!"

Huan Yin took a look and saw that although this man was old, he could vaguely see his appearance in the past. He was an old friend of the Imperial Alchemy Dao, and Huan Yin's best friend in Yangzhou in those days-Wang Luo!

More and more old friends recognized Huan Yin, squeezed out from the crowd, and recognized Huan Yin. Huan Yin was also a little excited for a while, and his emotions were finally written on his face.

Everything, until a very cold voice came over: "Are you really Huan Yin?"

This voice, naturally, came from Xuan**. The voice was full of pressure, and instantly awakened all the excited people. They subconsciously retreated behind Huan Yin and glared at him.

Huan Yin looked at the black-robed man and said lightly: "Why, you are so interested in my Tao and treasure, but you don't recognize me?"

Xuan** hesitated for a moment and said: "You are not..."

"You want to say that I didn't die a long time ago? So what, I entered the reincarnation and was thrown into the bottom of hell. However, my Tao thoughts are endless and my obsessions are endless. Now, I came from hell, but I didn't expect you to direct such a big show for me just after I came back. You are very good!" Huan Yin's tone became more and more cold, and what he said shocked Xuan**.

Xuan** claimed to be practicing the hell ghost way in his life. Although he had never been to hell, he knew some of the conditions there. Now, Huan Yin actually said that he came from hell and entered the Tao at the bottom of hell. So how terrifying is Huan Yin now?