"No way, is there something wrong with the Myriad Tribulation Sect's brain? To kill Daoist Wuchen, the Saint Realm guardian?”
"Hiss, my goodness. He provoked so many people in one go. Has Dao Ming gone crazy?”
"I might know the reason. Dao Chengkong's death is very likely the doing of Old Daoist Wuchen.”
Seeing this scene, everyone was terrified.
This was a big event!
In this era where saints were not prominent, the appearance of a saint represented absolute terror.
At this moment, Yan Ling 'er and the others stood in the distance and watched everything without blinking.
They had long expected such a situation. After all, their status was there and they could not be humiliated!
"This matter is my fault, my Myriad Tribulation Sect will naturally compensate.”
Dao Ming's expression was ugly. He did not expect to be attacked at this time.
"Old Daoist Wuchen, there might be a misunderstanding about this matter. I didn't kill you, but the fight for the underground palace is a fight between you and me. It's just a normal battle between geniuses. Why do you have to slander my Myriad Tribulation Sect like this?”
As soon as he said this, many people nodded.
Dao Ming's words were not unreasonable. On the contrary, they were very reasonable. Many people stood on Dao Ming's side when they heard it.
Of course, they were right to think this way. However, when their disciples were killed, it might be a different situation.
"You want me to get evidence? Who are you to talk to me like this?”
Old Taoist Wuchen's divine might was vast and mighty, and his eyes were burning.
A loud rumble suddenly appeared in the sky as a large green hand appeared. It pierced through the clouds and struck Dao Ming.
"Boom!"
The sky and earth were in chaos, and all living things trembled. Violent auras flowed and drowned the territory of the Myriad Tribulation Sect.
Those who were close to the Myriad Calamity Sect fell to the ground. They could not help but tremble. Facing the saint's might, they could not resist at all and could only tremble.
"No!"
The disciple of the Myriad Calamity Sect looked at the thug with a furious expression.
Dao Ming turned around and fled. He crushed a talisman and his figure surged. His speed was so fast that even mighty figures could not catch up to him.
"A junior is also worthy of playing tricks in front of me. You don't have that qualification, and Old Daoist Wuchen is not someone you can call.”
The cold voice echoed in the sky.
"Puff!"
The huge green hand crushed everyone from the Myriad Tribulation Sect. Then, it reached out again and scattered the clouds. It broke through the starry sky and crushed Dao Ming in the distance.
"Hiss!"
Seeing this scene, everyone present sucked in a cold breath.
Old Taoist Wuchen's strength terrified many people. He attacked without a word of disagreement.
At this moment, many people fell silent. This was the strength of an expert.
What was the use of what you said being reasonable? If others wanted to crush you, it would be as easy as crushing an ant. In the end, the strong were respected, and reason was only controlled by the strong.
Looking at this scene, the elites fell silent. Their eyes sparkled as they were greatly moved.
"That little girl can't be provoked. Damn it, how can we kill the supreme elder of the Myriad Calamity Sect just like that?”
Some people were in a daze and didn't dare to be confident. Their expressions were frozen and they couldn't say a word. Their hearts were pounding and they were about to rush out of their chests.
As soon as he said that, the people around him subconsciously nodded.
They looked at the little girl who was sleeping soundly in Yan Ling 'er's arms in horror. She was rich.
The current Saints protected the Dao. Even the Holy Sons and successors of large sects might not receive such treatment!
Mu Yan and the others opened their mouths and looked at each other. They saw the bitter smile in each other's eyes.
They had underestimated Little Nan Nan's position in Old Taoist Wu Chen. She had killed the Supreme Elder of the Myriad Calamity Sect in public. This was a slap in the face. The Eastern Barren Territory would probably be shaken tomorrow.
After doing all this, Old Taoist Wuchen disappeared into the void as if nothing had happened.
When no one else noticed, Old Taoist Wuchen glanced at the little white tiger that was lying on Hua Feng's head with narrowed eyes.
At this moment, Yang Hui appeared in the east.
The first rays of the morning sun shone on the earth, dyeing the ground golden. The barren Gobi Desert was covered in a layer of gauze, like a poetic scene.
Unknowingly, a day and a night had passed.
Without any pause, the competition for the top talents of the Eastern Barren Territory ended with Old Taoist Wuchen killing the Myriad Calamity Sect's group. Everyone slowly left the area.
"There are too many things in the world that make people sigh.”
Hua Feng thought of Old Taoist Wu Chen's strength and shook his head with a sigh.
At this moment, they were sitting on the carriage pulled by the strange beasts, preparing to return to Heaven Covering Pavilion.
"Dao Ming of the Myriad Calamity Sect dared to attack Little Nan Nan. I'm afraid the Myriad Calamity Sect has a foundation that doesn't lose to a Saint.”
Shen Feizhou picked up a cup of tea and took a sip.
"That's right. I'm afraid this matter won't end so easily.”
Yan Ling 'er looked at the little Darling who was sleeping soundly beside her with a worried expression.
However, she soon smiled bitterly.
She looked at the little white tiger that was resting next to Little Nan Nan.
What am I worried about? With "Little White" around, who in this world can harm Little Nan Nan?
When they noticed Yan Ling 'er's gaze, the others fell silent. They could not help but recall the scene in the underground palace, and the corners of their mouths curled up.
Before coming out of the underground palace, Li Fan told Yan Ling 'er and the others.
That was, he could not tell anyone about his identity, let alone Little Nan Nan.
This was not because Li Fan wanted to pretend to be a pig to eat a tiger, but because he instinctively did not want Little Nan Nan to know about him. Or rather, he wanted Little Nan Nan to know about his matters with his identity as the little white tiger.
Yan Ling 'er and the rest agreed without saying anything in the face of Li Fan's words. They knew that some of the seniors had strange tempers. They were happy to not tell anyone else about this matter that only they knew.
After all, the fewer people who knew about Li Fan's identity, the better it was for them. It was just that they were worried about not telling the people close to Li Fan, which made them a little depressed.
"Yi, right, little…Senior Li Fan, can you tell us what your relationship with Old Daoist Wu Chen is? Why are you protecting little Nan Nan?”
Yan Ling 'er seemed to have thought of something and said to Li Fan, who was resting with his eyes narrowed.
Hearing this, the other people in the carriage trembled.
They also looked over without blinking. They were afraid of missing a word.
Hearing this.
Li Fan raised his head lazily and glanced at Yan Ling 'er.
" He is my servant."
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