Chapter 567 Search for vengeance

When Qin Yan saw Liu Wanyun resting beside him, he waited patiently for a while and listened to the "highly valued" predecessors comment on Liu Wanyun's truth.

Zhou Fuping probably sensed his murderous spirit, and his face was very ugly. When commenting, he was obviously absent-minded. After a few words, he wanted to go back.

Qin Yan was so low that he paced forward and shouted loudly, "Elder Zhou, please stay!"

The voice overwhelmed the whole audience, and the voices were quiet, and everyone looked at him, a good guest.

After seeing his face, people began to whisper:

"It's him again, Mr. Sun!"

"What's wrong? What has Mr. Sun done before?

"Ah, you didn't come yesterday, but you missed a good play! Mr. Sun is really not a mortal! I don't know what happened this time?"

"Good play, what kind of good play?"

"Slow down, let's stay away from him first, and then watch slowly..."

At this time, Pei Luoshan's 90-year-old senior Liu Qufeng had just walked to the front desk. Before he said a few words, he was interrupted by this sudden shout. He couldn't help blowing his beard and staring at Qin Yan and said angrily, "The Taoist conference is a solemn occasion. How can it be so noisy? If there is anything, let's talk about it until the meeting!"

Everyone made way for Qin Yan. He walked to the stage, looked up and smiled, "No, I'm in a hurry, and the food will be cold in a moment."

"You--" Liu Qufeng stamped his feet angrily and reached out to pull out the pine-patterned ancient sword on his back, but his eyes suddenly appeared beside him and pressed his sword back to the sheath.

"I heard that Elder Liu's swordsmanship is very good, but the younger generation is still rushing home for dinner, so I won't learn it today." After saying that, Qin Yan ignored him and arched his hand to Zhu Ye, the silent three ancient Zhuangzhu, and said, "I'm sorry to ask Zhu Zhuangzhu to contact Boss Zhou and ask him to prepare a well-made coffin."

Zhu Ye nodded with a heavy face.

It seems that these two people are in an endless situation!

Qin Yan then walked to Zhou Fuping in his ear, and the smile on his face gradually became cold. "Elder Zhou, what else do you have to say?"

Zhou Fuping, with his dark robe and gloomy face, had already stopped and stood down and said slowly like grinding his teeth: "I was compassionate for a moment and let go of the jade cold smoke. I was going to keep you for the last reunion for a few days, but I didn't expect you to take the initiative to come to my door. OK, that's really good! I would like to ask you, do you have any last words to explain?"

In the distance of the square, a well-dressed swordsman said in surprise, "Why did he come?"

The Taoist priest next to him said, "It's not normal for him not to come. At that time, we were so many, but we didn't stay to ambush them. As long as he thought about it for a moment, he knew that something had happened to us.

"Humph, does he think we will have an internal quarrel? It's not too late to kill him now!"

The swordsman in Huafu wanted to move forward, but was pulled by the Taoist priest.

"You can't go there!" The Taoist priest said in a low voice, "As soon as you come forward, you will expose our relationship, which will ruin Brother Wan's big plan!"

"Then watch Uncle Zhou die?" The swordsman's right hand had touched the hilt, but his left arm was clenched by the Taoist priest and trembled slightly. "If we had known this, we would rather not have accepted the biography than let him go. A good opportunity, I missed it in vain!"

"The big plan is the most important." The Taoist priest advised, "At that time, even if we had the strength of the four of us, we might not be able to keep him. Don't worry, Brother Wan said in his letter that it was going well over there, and he would be able to come over soon. At that time, you can spit out the resentment in your chest..."

On the stage, Qin Yan held his head high, carried his hands on his back, looked at Zhou Fuping, and said in a loud voice, "Zhou Zang's blood is closed, and his temples are clear and the ghost is broken.' Elder Zhou's poem number is really powerful. No wonder he dares to be so arrogant. But unfortunately, this is the last time you hear your own poem.

Zhou buping snorted coldly: "I'm young, but my tone is not small!" I'd like to see what ability you have to say so wildly!"

He said, his left arm slightly bent, his right palm was raised, and he waved his hand. He saw that his whole body was full of breath, and the air around him shook violently like water, and there was a faint thunder like gold and iron.

Qin Yan laughed and said, "It is said that the Holy Eight Poles are the most powerful martial arts in the world. Every move is to break the kettle and sink the boat, and there is no retreat. I met me today, and I see if you can return!" Before he finished his words, he had already electrocution, stepped several feet away in two steps, and slapped Zhou Buping's forehead fiercely.

But when he reached over, he found that the true spirit near Zhou buping shook violently, and even he was pulled by a strong wind, as if he had stepped into the center of the tornado, and the force of his right palm was pulled away a little. At this time, Zhou's palm banged and rested heavily on his wrist.

Qin Yanru was struck by lightning, and his whole body was shocked. He felt an unparalleled force surging and almost broke the veins of his wrist. He snorted coldly, and his right arm glowed with a layer of golden light. The power of blood turned into a steel needle, pierced into the strength of the other party and counterattacked back.

"Boom-"

With a thunder, the shock wave separated the two. Qin Yan took seven or eight steps back to stand firm, while Zhou Buping's body only shook, and his heel stepped deep into the stone slab without retreating.

The Chinese swordsman who watched the battle in the distance said in a low voice: "He actually abandoned his swordsmanship and wanted to fight with Uncle Zhou. I really don't know how to write the dead word!"

The Taoist priest frowned slightly: "It's really too arrogant. Is it because of the spirit..."

"It's because of the spirit!" The Chinese swordsman suddenly sneered, "You are so angry that you, an old Taoist priest, will not understand this kind of intention. That guy wants to defeat Uncle Zhou in the strongest way! Hey, it's really hard work. Maybe Uncle Zhou can deal with him alone without us.

"That's not necessarily the way." The Taoist priest muttered, "But in this way, he is also a normal teenager, and when he is dizzy, he is not as ruthless as the legend..."

Qin Yan adjusted his breath evenly and said to Zhou Fuping, "Good guy, it's quite tough. It's not in vain that I came here without eating. If you have the ability, continue to retreat!"

Zhou buping shook his arms, clenched his palms into fists, and said coldly, "You and Yu Hanyan deserve to die!"

"You deserve better!"

With a violent shout, Qin Yan stepped quickly and stepped over eight steps in an instant. His whole body was full of golden light. There was a faint sound of bhikkhu chanting scriptures from the void. The Buddha's power converged on his fist and hit Zhou Buping fiercely.

Two fists collided, without fancy, only a frontal fight of strength.

Qin Yan's punch seemed to hit the iron wall, and a strong force shook back, making his arm creak, as if it were about to be twisted.