Infinite true path

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, scolding 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, Mr. Xuan's black robe suddenly swelled in the wind, and it looked like he was about to rise into the air and fly towards the old land of Wuliangmen not far away.

And it was at this time that 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 fell into 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 profound and unpredictable, and they are extremely sensitive to fluctuations in 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 eyes 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 if you look 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 temperament. Although they are walking together with the Huan family's children, they stand out from the crowd and have an outstanding demeanor of their own.

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 to mention his outstanding temperament, everyone could feel that he was 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 ones who reacted fastest were the puppets from the Huan family in Jingzhou. They saw the Patriarch Huan Lin among the people at a glance, so while everyone was in turmoil, they squeezed out of the crowd, ran to Huan Lin, knelt down in front of Huan Lin, and shouted: "Principal, we...we don't have Insulting the name of our ancestors, we did not betray our ancestors!”

Huan Lin's eyes showed deep pity, and he said: "You are all good, why don't you quickly pay homage to the ancestor? Today, the ancestor is supporting 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 an indifferent expression. After a long time, the face that I had seen countless times in the portrait finally overlapped with that of this young man.

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

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

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

Beside the arena, the one who is most familiar with Huan Yin is Shen Ling and her son. The moment Huan Yin appeared, their eyes never moved away from Huan Yin's face. However, everything was like a dream, and they couldn't believe that the person who had vanished into ashes back then was actually back!

Hearing the shouts of Wei Qianlong and others, Shen Ling finally woke up from her dream. In other words, she finally realized that she was not dreaming. As a result, her eyes were completely blurred and filled with tears in just a moment.

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

At this moment, Huan Yin was helping the disciples in front of him to stand up. When he saw the middle-aged Shen Ling, he felt endless emotions in his heart. A few strides rushed to Shen Ling and said: "Ling'er, I'm back!"

"It's the uncle, it's my uncle who's back!" Ye Lingyu was so excited that he knelt down directly at Huan Yin's knees and said: "Ling Yu pays homage to the uncle. Ling Yu will never forget the kindness of the uncle back then. The uncle taught the swordsmanship to Ling Yu day and night. Don’t dare to neglect your cultivation!”

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

Beside the ring, the voices gradually became louder, and more and more people recognized Huan Yin's face with expressions of disbelief.

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

Huan Yin took a look and found that although this man was old, he could still vaguely see what he looked like back then. He is an old friend of Yu Dan Dao, Huan Yin's life and death friend in Yangzhou - Wang Luo!

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

Everything happened until an extremely cold voice came over: "Is your Excellency really that Huan Yin?"

This voice naturally comes from Xuan** people. There was pressure in the voice, which instantly woke up all the excited people. They subconsciously retreated behind Huan Yin and glared at him.

Huan Yin looked at the man in black robes and said calmly: "Why, you are so interested in my Tao and my treasures, but you don't recognize me?"

Mr. 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 reincarnation and was thrown into the bottom of hell. However, my thoughts and obsessions are endless. Now, I came from hell, but I didn't expect to come back. You directed such a big drama for me, you are very good!" Huan Yin's tone became more and more cold, and what he said shocked the Xuan people.

In this life, Mr. Xuan claimed to have cultivated the ghost path of hell. Although he has never been to hell, he also knows some of the conditions there. Now, Huan Yin actually said that he came from hell and entered Taoism at the bottom of hell. So what kind of terrifying existence is Huan Yin now?