Chapter 271 Cen Guanling 2

On their way, not far down the slope, I don't know when dozens of people have quietly appeared.

It seems that there is an invisible force surrounding them, and Qin Yan can't feel their breath. But judging from the behavior of these people, each of them is a master above the local realm.

Qin Yan also saw several faces he had seen in it, which further confirmed this.

What is extraordinary in the Cangliu Hall, Zhang Mingda. Wang Long of Yandang Mountain, Hao Chengang, He Lianshan. The Wuqing Dome of Guiyun Pavilion. There are even wild goose indifference. The eldest brother ten years ago was also here. A gorgeous green-shirted woman stood side by side with him, which should certainly attract Zhou Qinglian, the bright heart tower, who defected from the devil's door. And behind the two of them, Qin Yan saw a figure that made him unexpected - Mu Chengxue! Her dress is the same as Zhou Qinglian, but it is simpler. It seems that she has also joined the Mingxin Building. In the past, I didn't want to meet on such an occasion. When he saw her, Qin Yan suddenly had a throbbing in his heart and could hardly help exhaling.

However, the murderous atmosphere of these people immediately made him concentrate. With so many masters, at least three or four of them are not inferior to him. No matter how arrogant he is, he does not have the courage to fight against the whole martial arts.

At this time, the vibration of clothes sounded in the rear. Qin Yan turned his head and saw that dozens of masters jumped out of the village and completely blocked his way.

Cangliu Hall, Yandang Mountain, Tianji Pavilion, Mingxin Tower, Guiyun Pavilion, Pei Luoshan, Tianhai Hall, Huanglong Island, Hunjiang Gang, Ming Destruction Building, Driving Crane Residence, Wucheng School... Good guy, in addition to the destroyed Qingweiju and Compassionate Fantasy Island, the right sects and small sects actually gathered here. If this is not an elaborate plan Qin Yan himself will never believe the ambush!

There was a dead silence in the field, and many masters came one after another, surrounding Qin Yan, Wei Fei and the carriage in the middle, but no one spoke. Many people's eyes focused on Qin Yan's face, but as soon as they touched the strange silver mask, they suddenly felt dizzy and dared not look directly.

Qin Yan looked around the crowd and said, "You are all face-looking people in the world. Now the laborers are rushing here, isn't it just for Qin?"

No one answered.

Mu Chengxue, who was indifferent behind Yan, changed his face because of this sentence. She has been with Qin Yan for many days and has been familiar with his body and voice for a long time. At first, she just felt familiar. When Qin Yan opened his mouth, he heard the essential tone that could not be changed under the gloomy and strange tone of the mask, also known as "Qin", and immediately recognized him. Her heart trembled and almost lost her voice.

At this time, Qin Yan had no time to see her. Everyone's eyes were gloomy and cold, and they did not hide their murderous atmosphere. Qin Yan's heart also sank and said, "Gentlemen, I have no hatred with you. I think there may be any misunderstanding in this."

"What else is the misunderstanding!" There was a sneer from the heroes. The speaker was a middle-aged scribe with a heroic face. He did not dare to look directly at Qin Yan's mask, so he stared at his chest and said in a chilling voice, "You, such a thief, dare to hide your evil heart and want to mess up the Central Plains. Everyone in my generation will be killed. How can you be rampant!"

Qin Yan frowned and said, "The Demon Gate has not set foot in the Central Plains for more than ten years. Qin went down the mountain this time just to send something, and did not mean to be an enemy of the major decents. You are probably provoked by evil traitors, so you will have this misunderstanding..."

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by the middle-aged scribe: "When you die, you dare to quibble! Let me ask you, are you the chief disciple of the Demon Sect? Is it a spider disk where you are going this time?

Qin Yan's heart was shocked. It turns out that everything has been calculated by others! Qin Yan's thoughts turned around and concluded that this must be a conspiracy set by the people inside the demon gate!

Cong Gang, singing fiercely? No, it's too late. They are self-reliable and will definitely not make such an arrangement when there is no victory or defeat. Others, Fang Yiyuan, Song Qingsha, Yan Yu, Lv Tong, Du Gusheng... Yes, it must be several people from Du Gusheng's faction. They hate me and Ge Xinglie to the bone. No matter who wins, they will suffer this bad luck...

Ha! It is absolutely a thing to be proud of being able to attract righteous martial arts masters out by one person. But at this time, Qin Yan only felt a burst of bitterness in his mouth.

He was silent for two seconds and said slowly, "You guessed well. But Qin is not aimed at you righteous chivalrous men. On the contrary, I intend to help you in order to maintain the balance of martial arts..."

"Smart words! Like you, a demon traitor--" In the middle-aged scribe's passionate words, he suddenly felt a chill pouring up. It was Qin Yan's cold eyes, exuding a strong breath of fear, which filled his heart and was so heavy that it almost suffocated him. Although it did not come from, it pressed over like a mountain, covering all life on the ground in a deep shadow.

It seems that firewood fell into the river, and it was cold from the inside out. The middle-aged scribe woke up in horror, and his instinctive reaction prompted him to raise his arm to protect his chest and take three steps back in a row, with an involuntarily panicked expression on his face.

But Qin Yan's move also aroused the reaction of the heroes. Countless murderous spirits suddenly concentrated on him. There was a violent spiritual fluctuation in the air, and the war of Voldemort was imminent.

Qin Yan just stared at the middle-aged scribe and said coldly, "Isn't you the accomplice of the evil traitor? Can you tell me your name? Qin will be rewarded in the future!"

The middle-aged scribe's face turned red and said, "If you don't change your name or change your surname in the lower line, how can you be afraid of you, a thief!"

Some of the heroes said, "This chief disciple of the devil's sect, I don't know what his cultivation is, but he is very arrogant!" Qin Yan knew that it was the Wuqing dome of Guiyun Pavilion without looking at the strange tone of Yinyang.

He snorted coldly and said, "The righteous people are not necessarily gentlemen, and the disciples of the demon sect are not necessarily traitors and evildoers. Brother Yan, don't you think so?

Yan touched his eyes indifferently, nodded and said, "I also think there may be something hidden here..."

At this time, a pleasant voice sounded behind Qin Yan and scolded rudely: "Indifference, how can you still remember the private feelings of the past at this critical moment! If you talk nonsense again, Qinglian will really see the wrong person!"

The person who spoke was Zhou Yueyi, the head of Mingxin Building, and also the indifferent mother-in-law. Under her harsh rebuke, Yan was indifferent and dared not say anything more.