Chapter 36 Kill or not, who has the final say?

Two rows of candles as thick as children's arms reflected the bright lights in the ancestral hall, but they could not dispel the gloomy atmosphere. The village elder Han Likong looked at Cai Rong alone and calmly entered the ancestral hall. No one spoke, but the big resentment in his eyes became stronger and stronger.

Zhang Yan and Ma rushed behind. When they were about to step into the ancestral hall, they were stopped by two villagers. "No outsiders are allowed to enter the ancestral hall!"

"Huh, joke, I want to come in, can you stop me?" Ma Chong looked cold, raised his arms at will, easily lifted the two people out, fell to the ground, and grinned in pain.

Everyone was hesitating whether to come forward to rescue. Han Likong's cold voice came from the ancestral hall: "Let them come in."

When everyone heard the words, they were no longer restless, but they looked more and more bad.

Ma Chong glanced at the crowd carelessly and said respectfully to Zhang Yan, "Your Excellency, you go ahead."

Zhang Yan took a good look at the somewhat dilapided ancestral hall before walking in, and the horse rushed to follow closely.

In the ancestral hall, a case is placed in the center, with a dense spiritual position on it. When Zhang Yan and Ma rushed in, they saw Cai Rong standing in front of the case with Xue's brothers and sisters, surrounded by dozens of villagers. In the upper position, there was a tall old man in brown clothes, with a majestic look, but transparent A trace of gloomy color must be that this is the village old man Han Likong. On the way here, Xuelou has introduced everything to Han Likong to Zhang Yan. Of course, there are all the viciousness of Han Likong's cruelty in his words. At this time, Zhang Yan did not pay attention to it when he saw that he was just an ordinary old man, but looked behind Han Likong. , that is a cold and arrogant young man. He is tall, dressed in white, standing among a kind of villagers, standing like a crane, especially conspicuous.

This young man is Han Shuo, the youngest son of Han Likong. Zhang Yan did not know him, but from the faint aura emanating from his body, he saw through his bottom at a glance, which was just a sword cultivation in the middle of the foundation.

After judging that there was no danger in the ancestral hall and that Ma Chong was enough to deal with all the variables, Zhang Yan shook his head slightly and turned his eyes to the ground, chewing the changes in his body carefully.

It seems that... the cultivation is more refined.

After yesterday's battle, after a night of adjustment, Zhang Yan came to this small village called Qingyuan Village. He had not had the opportunity to experience the changes in his body and summarize his post-war skills. At this time, he looked at Dantian and couldn't help but find that the magic elixir was composed of three top-quality flying swords. After three talents, there was a slight change.

The three flying swords are top-quality spiritual weapons with fire, earth, wood and triple attributes. They stand together according to the finished glyphs of the three directions of heaven, earth and people, forming a three talent array. The method of sacrificing the sword array is the polar rotation method, a fast rotating true whirlpool, standing in the three-talent array as stable as gold, buzzing and rotating.

Wisps of purple magic yuan were spit out by the magic elixir, and then flowed into the whirlpool, flying in the three talent array, quenching and honing three flying swords, and the magic yuan also contained unparalleled sharpness in this process.

The method of sacrificing swords was sacrificed by Zhang Yan in this way, and at the same time sacrificed three flying swords with different attributes, which is a successful pioneering move by unprecedented people.

Since leaving Yingsu Jianzong and stepping across the cold diamond river to Liangyue County, Zhang Yan's method of sacrificing the sword has successfully quenched half of the magic yuan. In yesterday's battle, he fought Deng Che and a wisp of spirit in the clouds, and it was too late to notice the change. How sharp the magic element was, it was consumed. At this time, looking at the new magic element in Dantian, he suddenly found that there were many small dusty particles in the purple magic element, which were red, blue and yellow.

The purple magic element is like a curved river. On the river, the red, blue and yellow particles are like stars falling into the river, rolling and extremely bright, with a different charm. Red leaps lightly, cyan floats, and yellow is pure and thick. At a glance, Zhang Yan judged that these were probably caused by sacrificing three flying swords of fire, wood and earth.

But what are these... Zhang Yan was puzzled and was about to dissect it with divine knowledge. Suddenly, a shout came from his ear: "Why don't you kneel down!"

It was Han Likong. He looked at Cai Rong, who stood quietly with a pale face, and shouted loudly, shocking a buzzing sound in the narrow space of the ancestral hall.

Cai Rong's face was as calm as water: "Why kneel down?"

A villager stood up and pointed to Cai Rong and shouted, "Widow Cai, if the village always asks you to kneel down, you kneel down. Where can there be so much nonsense? Aren't you from Qingyuan Village and don't listen to the old village?

Another person also stood up and sneered, "We have endured your family of three for more than ten years. In those years, your adulter killed dozens of people in my village. Today, on this ancestral hall, in the face of the spiritual position of the dead villagers, what else do you have to say?"

"Yes, yes, kneel down, kneel down..." The rest of the people echoed one after another. For a moment, they pointed directly at Cai Rong.

Cai Rong's expression remained unchanged. He looked at Han Likong and said, "Today, the village called my family of three. Isn't it as simple as kneeling on this ancestral hall?"

Han Likong snorted coldly and said blankly, "Of course."

"What's the village's plan?"

Han Likong sneered and said, "Naturally, it is on this ancestral temple that kills you and your two wild species with stick criminal law."

Cai Rong was stunned and stopped talking.

The Xuerou and Xuelou sister and brothers beside him changed their complexion and were extremely resentful. Their little bodies couldn't help trembling. Xuelou was especially serious. He was about to jump out and scold these bloody things, but was stopped by Ma Chong.

"Leave it to me."

Ma Chong said a soft sentence, listening to Xue Lou's ears, but calmed his irritable and angry mood. He pulled his sister Xuerou's sleeves and came to his mother Cai Rong. The sister and brother stretched out their hands and held Cai Rong's left and right hands. Only then did they find that their mother's hands trembled so much. Obviously, Cai Rong's heart It's not as calm as it looks.

At this time, the ancestral hall was buzzing. The horse rushed to sweep the crowd and opened his mouth coldly. The voice was not loud, but it hit everyone's heart like Huang Lv's big bell.

"Shut up!"

Everyone's expression stagnated, unconsciously closed their mouths, looked at Ma Chong, and immediately came to their senses, with angrily on their faces. Wow, on my ancestral hall, how can you, a wild man from outside speak?

Han Likong was also angry and said in a low voice, "Master, send this wild man out for my father." The words were finished, but no one answered.

After waiting for a long time, Han Likong's face darkened and turned his head to look, but he saw his youngest son Han Shuo looking straight at Ma Chong, with an uncontrollable shock on his face, and even... There is also a trace of panic.

Han Likong was in a trance, and suddenly had a bad feeling in his heart. He quickly asked, "Shuo'er, what's wrong with you? Didn't Dad tell you?"

"Listen...heard." Han Shuo said a little nervously that his cold and arrogant look had completely disappeared.

Han Likong still didn't understand the current situation and said in a low voice, "If you hear it, why don't you do it?"

"Dad, child... child is not the opponent of this senior." Hearing this, Han Shuo smiled bitterly and said a little dementedly. When Cai Rong came in, he didn't care, but when he saw Zhang Yan and Ma Chong behind Cai Rong, his mind couldn't help but shock. He was a sword cultivation in the middle of the foundation, but he could not see through the details of these two people. Even he could feel the thrilling strong breath of the two people...

The two of them want to kill themselves is definitely more casual than killing an ant!

At this time, how can my father want to blow away the strong man in front of him!? Han Shuo is not a fool, and there are many life-saving smarts. The word "senior" in his words has shown his attitude.

Han Likong heard the fear in the word and couldn't help feeling a little creepy. He couldn't believe that he looked at the dull horse and said to himself, shouldn't this wild man also be a sword man? It must be, but what is his relationship with Widow Cai? Is his other companion also a swordsman?

Thinking of this, Han Likong's mind flashed and suddenly remembered that when Zhang Yan and Ma Chong entered the ancestral hall, Ma Chong called Zhang Yan... "Your Excellency!"

buzzing, like being struck by lightning, Han Likong felt dizzy and looked at Ma Chong in a trance. He looked at Zhang Yan with a faint smile hanging at the corners of his mouth. He was stunned and fell into a dull state.

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