Chu Yan was in a hurry to go out at this moment, so he naturally had no good expression and said to Ma Dong coldly: "Hurry up, I'm in a hurry."

Hearing Chu Yan's words and tone, Ma Donglai opened his mouth wide and looked at Chu Yan carefully.

"It's right that a traitor is a traitor. When will a traitor dare to speak to the deacon in such a tone?"

"Bold, you little servile disciple, dare to talk to me like this. Do you want to die?" Ma Donglai was so angry that his fat flesh shook his face. He raised his heavy palm and slapped Chu Yan's face.

There were many disciples on the first floor, and when they heard Ma Donglai's furious voice, they all looked at him.

Chu Yan's face darkened, and he punched out, collided with Ma Donglai's palm, and with a bang, he raised his spiritual power and rolled backwards. While the wooden signs on the wooden frame fell, the expressions of the others on the first floor changed drastically.

Most of the people here are low-level disciples, who were forced to retreat to the ground by the spirit, and looked at Chu Yan and Ma Donglai in horror, imprinting this shocking and terrifying scene deeply in their minds.

They not only saw a servant fighting against the deacon like a mantis arm, but also saw that the servant not only did not die under the deacon's palm, but also incredibly knocked the deacon back and fell on the seat.

The servant himself only took a few steps back without any damage.

"No way, the servant knocked me down?" Ma Donglai's little eyes widened and stared at the servant in front of him.

"Is he... a servile man?"

"This... this mailman is so crazy. He can actually compete with the deacon?"

"Who is he? How could he be so powerful? Could he be an inner disciple who is rare in daily life?"

Ma Donglai forced himself to suppress his overwhelming mood, stood up from the seat, and reexamined Chu Yan.

"His cultivation should be in the middle stage of Dao base, and is stronger than Peng Zheng. If he does his best, I have no chance of winning." Chu Yan looked at Ma Donglai with a gloomy face.

Ma Donglai thought of the sect command he had received before, and his breathing became a little rapid.

"This son's cultivation is comparable to the early stage of the Taoist foundation. He will never be a servant. He is very likely to be the person he is looking for. If he captures him and handes him over to the sect, it will be a great achievement."

When Ma Dong looked at Chu Yan, his eyes narrowed into a slit and confirmed, "What's your name?"

Chu Yan frowned slightly and said, "Chu Yan."

He also needs to have a mission wooden sign to make a sect. The wooden sign cannot be used without Ma Donglai's activation and is planned to settle the score with Ma Donglai the next day.

At the same time, Chu Yan was also thinking about how to expose this matter. After all, Chu Yan was not sure of defeating Ma Donglai.

"Are you Chu Yan?" Ma Donglai's heart beating wildly, his eyes suddenly opened, and he reached out to pinch his hands and pointed at the void. The formation on the first floor of Bailian Tower suddenly opened and sealed the floor.

The sudden change shocked Chu Yan, staring at Ma Donglai with a ugly expression, turning his cultivation level and ready to fight at any time.

The other disciples on the first floor changed their faces and retreated one after another. They looked at Chu Yan and Ma Donglai from afar. They were very nervous. If the two fight, they would likely affect Yuchi and hurt them.

Ma Donglai was so excited that his body was trembling with fat, his eyes were filled with tears, and he laughed to the sky: "Hahaha... The Demon Lord is sympathetic. After so many years, I, Ma Donglai, are finally going to make a fortune."

Just two hours ago, Ma Donglai received a command from the senior management of the sect, with only one sentence.

"All those who receive the order will obey the order. As long as they find a servant disciple named Chu Yan, they will report it immediately. No mistakes must be made. The sect will receive many rewards!"

In Ma Dong's view, Chu Yan must be a spy arranged by other sects and is being secretly hunted by the sects. When he heard Chu Yan say his name, he was completely excited.

However, Ma Donglai took out the token on his body calmly, leaned his fingers as if in front of his mouth, suppressed his excitement and said respectfully to the token: "Ma Donglai, the deacon of Bailian Tower, has captured the spy Chu Yan, please send someone to capture it quickly."

"Spy?" Hearing Ma Donglai's words, Chu Yan looked strange and his sword eyebrows slowly stretched out, and he couldn't help but want to laugh.

Chu Yan already understood that what he did in the Demon Palace and the accident that happened should be seen by the top leaders of the sect through the mysterious light mirror, so the sect is looking for him.

The top of Moshan.

The ink trees here are full of vitality, and each tree is full of towering trees. There are many flowers and plants among the peaks. Against the backdrop of the ink trees, it is particularly eye-catching, embellishing the top of the Mo Mountain, giving it a unique scenery.

There are three main peaks on Moshan, and countless small peaks are available.

The first main peak, Demon Seed Peak, the second peak, Sudden Peak, and the third peak, Jiujin Peak, is located above the sea of ​​fog. Under the bright sunshine, it is like a mountain range floating in the sky.

A large number of lofts and halls were built on each mountain, mainly ink trees and bluestone. They looked majestic and grand, with many pavilions and lofts, and were full of spirituality everywhere.

On the main peak, Demon Seed Peak, there is a magnificent hall. The main hall has carved beams and painted pillars and wooden pillars. There are many statues of monsters with fangs and claws on both sides of the hall, and the main direction is a statue with a two-horned human figure.

The statue is as tall as the hall, and is more than ten feet tall, standing tall, like a true demon standing in the world.

But strangely, the statue's face is very blurry, and it seems that there is some kind of force that makes people unable to see his face clearly, making people feel awe.

Under the statue, there were incense burners and offerings on the table, and on the futon in front of the table, a young man in black sat cross-legged.

This man has a handsome face, thin eyebrows and white face, and his eyes are as deep as stars, as if nothing can escape his wise eyes.

At this moment, he looked a little bad, and there was not much expression on his face. His eyes swept over the people standing in front of him, but made them silent and lowered their heads.

The atmosphere in the hall was a little nervous. Standing in front were the great elder Wu Huai and the sect leader of Mo Ying Sect Yu Chengfeng. Obviously, they did not dare to straighten their bodies in front of the young man.

Behind Wu Huai, Wan Qianshan's body was trembling, and the clothes on his back were soaked with sweat. He buried his head deep and did not dare to look at the young man in front of him.

The token on the waist of thousands of mountains suddenly shone with light, but he didn't dare to pay attention.

The young man looked plain and said, "Thousands of mountains, your token has news."

"Yes, thank you... Thank you for reminding me!" Wan Qianshan's body shook and his heart beat wildly.

The veterans of thousands of mountains kept shaking, tremblingly pointing to the token, and a sound came out.

"Ma Donglai, the deacon of Bailian Tower, has captured the spy Chu Yan. Please send someone to capture him quickly."

Hearing the sound, Wan Qianshan seemed to hear the sound of nature, which made his nerves that were about to break loosen in an instant and he gasped.

"News are finally available!"
Chapter completed!