Nodding towards Nangong Mi'er, Yan Wubian's eyes swept towards the fat and thin elders.

The fat and thin old men in front of him had rosy faces. Apparently they had not suffered much damage or exhaustion in the battle with the Murong family. This really surprised Yan Wubian.

Yan Wubian had previously learned from Nangong Mi'er that participating in the qualifying competition this time, in addition to the head of the Murong family, Murong Feng, who had perfect cultivation of Ling Ling, there were also several elders of Xiao Cheng and Dacheng Ling Ling.

These are the disciples participating in the competition. Such a formation, to be honest, is not strong.

You must know that in previous ranking matches, except for the Long family as the host, the other seven major forces would have two spiritual masters who had perfected their souls to follow them to participate in the ranking match.

The role of these strong men, in addition to demonstrating their strength, is more importantly to protect the safety of their disciples.

After all, the disciples in every competing force are all geniuses. It doesn’t matter if they die in the trial field. That means their skills are inferior to others. But if someone is jealous and is secretly eradicated on the road, the loss will definitely be huge.

It is unprecedentedly huge, and no force, no matter which force it belongs to, can bear this kind of loss.

But this time, the Murong family only had Murong Feng, a strong man with perfect spiritual integration, leading the team. This situation seemed a bit abnormal.

If the Murong family didn't have other powerful people who have perfected the soul, he wouldn't believe it even if he beat Yan Wibi to death. Even the Yan family, which has been in decline for a long time, still has some strong people who live in seclusion and practice in Shenfeng Island. The Murong family

How could Murong Feng be the only one left?

If that were the case, the Murong family would have been replaced by other forces long ago! How could they still firmly occupy the title of one of the eight major forces?

Either these powerful soul-melting perfectionists from the Murong family are in seclusion at a critical moment, or something happened to the Murong family and these powerful people need to be in charge, so that no other strong people will follow to protect these talented disciples.

After a slight thought, combined with the current chaos of dark creatures in Dongzhou, Yan Wubian believed that the second situation should have occurred in the Murong family.

However, even so, facing two powerful men of the same level, Yan Wubian still did not believe that Murong Feng, the head of the Murong family, would die in the hands of these two old men in front of him.

How can the head of the Murong family, one of the eight major powers, be an ordinary person? His strength is not to say that he can defeat the fat and thin old men in front of him, but there will definitely be no problem in self-protection.

If Murong Feng tried his best, the two powerful men of the Netherworld Holy Cult in front of him would never be able to appear in front of him intact.

The more he thought about it, the more Yan Wubian felt that things might not be simple, and there was a high chance that Murong Feng would have escaped from the hands of these two people.

These people should be the old man who escaped from him before. He led these people to the door after discovering that they had also arrived in Shuiyun City.

The many thoughts in his mind were just a breath of time. Looking at the people of the Netherworld Holy Cult who surrounded the entire courtyard, Yan Wubian couldn't help but sneered and said slowly:

"If you want to kill us, I'm afraid you guys are not qualified enough. Now get out of here and I'll pretend it never happened. Once I take action, I hope you won't regret it then."

"You..., okay, okay, you are really arrogant. Just this old guy Yan Xunzhong, do you really think he can protect you? It's really ridiculous."

After hearing Yan Wubian's words, the fat old man's eyes changed slightly. The other party didn't seem to take them seriously, as if he had something to rely on.

However, the matter had come to this, and he could no longer retreat. Just when he was about to order everyone to take action, his face suddenly showed a hint of joy. Then, from outside the courtyard, there was another sound of breaking through the air, and another

Several figures suddenly appeared in mid-air.

"Hey, Roman moon!"

As soon as the figures of the visitors stopped, Yan Wubian discovered that one of them was the Roman Yue he met in the trial place.

At this time, Roman Yue, who was suspended in the sky, seemed not to recognize Yan Wubian. After taking a look at him, he stood quietly behind a middle-aged man with an expressionless face.

This middle-aged man is not wearing the clothes of the Netherworld Holy Cult, but is wearing a green shirt. His face is extremely handsome, but slightly feminine. One look at it, and you will unconsciously think that this man is that kind of scheming person.

Scholars.

"Yin Lao, Yang Lao, what's going on? Weren't you asked to look for Murong Feng's traces? What do you want to do by leaving a signal and bringing people here? Don't create unnecessary complications."

A cold voice came out from the mouth of the middle-aged man. He seemed to be a little afraid of the middle-aged man in front of him. The two fat and thin men, known as Yin Lao and Yang Lao, looked serious and were about to speak.

Unexpectedly, before the two of them could say anything, a roar exploded in everyone's ears like a thunderbolt from the blue.

"Romak, it's you!"

As the words fell, everyone in the courtyard felt a blur before their eyes, and a figure exuding a terrifying aura was already suspended in the air.

Yan Wubian only felt a strong wind blowing beside him. Yan Tianyu who was originally behind him had disappeared and appeared opposite the middle-aged man in an instant.

"Yan Tianyu? I didn't expect that you didn't die when you fell into the space crack."

Yan Tianyu's sudden appearance was obviously beyond the middle-aged man's expectation. His originally calm face could not help but reveal a look of shock at this moment.

"Hahaha, you're not dead yet, how could I die before you? Kill!"

As if he had a deep hatred for the middle-aged man opposite him, Yan Tianyu's face was slightly distorted with anger. As soon as he finished speaking, he turned into a blurry figure and attacked the middle-aged man.

This sudden change not only stunned the people on Yan Wubian's side, but also the people of the Netherworld Holy Sect.

"this……!"

Soon, Yan Wubian came back to his senses, seemed to remember something, and immediately turned his head to look at Feng Caiyi.

I saw Feng Caiyi at this moment, with round eyes, staring at the middle-aged man in the air. I don't know whether it was because of excitement or meeting the enemy, but he was trembling slightly uncontrollably.

The ultimate murderous aura had already penetrated his body, causing some of the weaker Yan family disciples around him to shiver.

"Is this middle-aged man the enemy of my parents back then?"

Feng Caiyi's strange behavior further confirmed Yan Wubian's thoughts.

After getting to know Yan Tianyu and his wife, Yan Wubian once asked them who the enemy was that caused their family to separate. However, they did not tell him and only said that they would avenge the hatred themselves.

Yan Wubian was also extremely depressed.
Chapter completed!