Brother, this showman

Feng Lianchen stood up in embarrassment, raised his eyes to look at the enchantment around him, and Ye Wenqing standing outside the enchantment.

Ye Wenqing pressed Qingshuang against the ground, put his hand on the hilt of the sword, bent his body in a relaxed state, opened his palms towards Feng Lianchen, and smiled brightly: "If you want to go home, you have to leave your things first. "

"Master Ye is really persevering." Feng Lianchen brushed the dust off his clothes, his eyebrows slightly curved, "I thought Master Ye was reluctant to part with me."

"Who says it's not." Ye Wenqing tilted his head, and said with a smirk, with a hint of gnashing of teeth in his words, "I just can't bear it, tell me, why are you leaving me in such a hurry? What? Are you in such a hurry to die?"

Ye Wenqing took a step forward, his face stuck to the barrier, his eyes were red, and his voice was hoarse: "Feng Lianchen, I've told you so much, but still can't change your mind? Get up and carry it, can't you?"

The affection and pain in Ye Wenqing's eyes made Feng Lianchen lose his mind for a moment, his eyelids drooped, and the slender eyelashes cast a light shadow on the eye sockets, quietly hiding all his emotions in them.

Feng Lianchen tightened his hands behind his back slightly, pulled the corners of his mouth, and said mockingly: "After talking so much, Master Ye just wants me to hand over the fallen wood."

"You clearly know that's not what I meant!" Ye Wenqing roared at him angrily, like an annoyed lion, a little more aggrieved in his anger, "I just want...to love you so much, I His mother loves you! Feng Lianchen, do you really think I'm a fool?"

Wen Yu, who was standing by the side, couldn't stand it any longer. His face was burning hot when everyone looked at him, and he was immediately annoyed: "Lu Yan, go and bring this unworthy thing back to me!"

Lu Yan stepped forward and grabbed Ye Wenqing's arm, looked at Feng Lianchen with a complicated expression, and turned his head away hastily.

"Ye Wenqing, don't you think it's embarrassing enough?" Lu Yan whispered, "You dare to be so presumptuous in front of everyone, so you can't consider Master?"

"Did I kill someone or set fire to it?" Ye Wenqing wiped his eyes, and gave him a blank look, "I won't allow my sweetheart to talk to each other from the bottom of my heart? What kind of embarrassment is it? They listen to what they want If you don’t like to hear it, cover your ears, anyway, it’s not for them.”

"Why bother Immortal Master Ye?" Feng Lianchen turned his back to Ye Wenqing, his slender back was mixed with rejection and indifference, as well as a trace of indescribable loneliness.

"I'm happy." Ye Wenqing didn't care.

"Ye Wenqing!" Seeing Ye Wenqing's rascal appearance, Lu Yan wished he could slap him a few times to wake him up, "If you insist on protecting Feng Lianchen, all the immortal sects will consider you his Tongdang, all your previous actions will be regarded as ulterior motives. Yan Rantai will also be accused of adultery with the ghost clan for no reason, you have a clear mind, it is impossible not to know this."

Ye Wenqing raised his hand to cover his eyes, smiled wryly, his face was full of pain and struggle, shook his head helplessly, and sighed: "This world is really boring, smart people are not allowed to pretend to be stupid."

"Prisoners can still have a meal of decapitation before execution. How come I don't allow it?"

Ye Wenqing glanced at Feng Lianchen, then looked at Lu Yan, opened his mouth, but couldn't utter a word, and stared at Feng Lianchen's back in a daze like a watchdog.

The blood ghost who had entered the Soul Market hadn't seen Feng Lianchen for a long time, so he fled out again.As soon as he saw Feng Lianchen trapped in the barrier, with thousands of monks gathered around him, the alarm bells rang out, and years of grievances spewed out.Opening his teeth and claws, he stared at everyone and threatened everyone.

The evil spirits rushed towards the face with overwhelming momentum, and the light of spirit martial arts and spells shuttled back and forth in the endless darkness, turning into stars and embellishing the darkness.

Shouts, insults, and muffled sounds of flesh being ripped apart followed one after another, and there was no idle moment.

"Feng Lianchen, quickly hand over the fallen wood!" Wen Yu yelled at Feng Lianchen while beheading the evil spirits who were chasing after him.

In the chaotic fight, monks kept falling down, and every three steps there was a corpse, blood and flesh flying everywhere.

Feng Lianchen's face sank, he raised his palm to shatter the barrier, leaped forward, and landed on the top of a towering mountain, setting off a wind blade, rolling up the sand and stones in the sky and turning them into a burning flame, trapping the crazy ghosts in the in.

"Your Highness?" All the ghosts on Xing's head were restrained, and they all looked at Feng Lianchen in puzzlement.

Feng Lianchen raised his eyebrows, and his eyes were filled with coldness: "Who would allow you to come out without the permission of the hall?"

"I'm worried when I see His Highness's late arrival." Scrawled Ghost rushed to answer.

"Go back to the Soul Market!" Feng Lianchen shouted.

"Your Highness!" Feng Lianchen sternly interrupted the scribbled nonsense, "You still want to lose your soul? Go back!"

All the ghosts lowered their heads awkwardly. Although many monks died, they didn't get any benefits. In addition, they didn't have an advantage in numbers, and they would lose if they continued.

"Go back and stay here!" Feng Lianchen snorted coldly, and with a sweep of his palm, the flame that locked the ghosts slowly moved towards the Soul Market.

After this catastrophe, nearly a hundred monks died, and everyone's faces were full of sorrow, and their dissatisfaction with Feng Lianchen increased a lot, and they even complained about Yan Rantai.

"Zhan Mingzun still refuses to make a move, is he thinking about the relationship between master and apprentice?" A man with bloodstains on his clothes bluntly said, his eyes were full of suspicion.

"Feng Lianchen refuses to hand over the sunken tree, so kill him directly!" A thin female cultivator said viciously, "Anyway, the sunken tree is hidden on him, so block him together in the soul market and then inflict more damage on him." Why not seal it?"

As soon as the female nun finished speaking, the crowd fell into a brief silence, and then burst out with strong admiration.

"It makes sense! The girl's words are wonderful!"

"Yes, yes, since the sinking tree is on Feng Lianchen's body, he can simply put a seal on his body, killing two birds with one stone!"

"Hey, hey, don't forget, Feng Lianchen is the ghost king of Danshu!"

"What is the ghost king afraid of? Hasn't he still not entered the soul market? In addition, falling into the water and sinking trees can suppress his mana."

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Everyone was like grass and trees watered by nectar, instantly came to life, their eyes shone with excitement, and finally fixed their eyes on Xuan Yan, waiting for his decision.

"Dare to ask Zhan Mingzun, is this plan feasible?" The female cultivator was a little proud when she saw that her idea was praised by everyone.

Xuan Yan was silent for a moment, then nodded slightly: "Yes."

With Xuan Yan's words, everyone looked at Feng Lianchen with more certainty in their eyes, swept away the gloomy clouds before, raised their heads and chests, and their faces were flushed.

"Then what are you waiting for, arrest Feng Lianchen immediately and avenge the dead immortal friends!" Someone raised his hand excitedly, eager to try.

"Feng Lianchen used to be Yan Rantai's disciple anyway, so I'm afraid it's inappropriate for me to take the lead." Ma Huateng frowned in disapproval, and glanced at Xuan Yan from time to time, which was self-evident.

Wen Yu looked at Shang Ma Huateng with calculating eyes, and said before Xuan Yan: "Sect Master Ma's words are very true, but Zhan Mingzun just repaired the barrier and lost a lot of spiritual power. This time, the old man will take the lead. .”

Wen Yu held up the long sword in his hand, turned around and gave orders to the disciples of Yanrantai: "All disciples in the gate obey the order and line up! Open the swan geese formation!"

Yan Rantai's disciples took the order and spread out in an orderly manner along the direction of Feng Lianchen. They quickly went to different directions to form formations, placed the spirit martial arts in their hands on top of their heads, imbued their palms with spiritual power, and imitated the cry of wild geese.

A huge wild goose with a white body glowing in the air leaped into the air, its spread wings wrapped Feng Lianchen tightly, and the clear voice lingered for a long time.

After Feng Lianchen sent all the ghosts back to the Soul Market, he looked up at the wild geese in the sky and Wen Yu and others approaching aggressively, and smiled: "Why such a big battle."

"Feng Lianchen, ask me one last time, if you fall into the water, should you hand it over or not?" Wen Yu glared at him with a long sword in his hand.

"Since everyone plans to take me to the Duhun Market, what's the point of asking this now?" Feng Lianchen shrugged and smiled lightly.

Wen Yu stopped talking nonsense with him, picked up a spell with her fingertips and flew towards Feng Lianchen, and at the same time threw the long sword in the air, which happened to be held by a wild goose.

Severe winds blew up all around, and the sound of tree branches snapping was as shrill as ghosts, and a gigantic ax shining with purple light appeared out of nowhere, and it struck Feng Lianchen with the momentum of splitting mountains.

Feng Lianchen's spiritual power was more or less suppressed by the swan geese formation, and his movements were a little slow, unable to dodge in time, he received a blow on his left shoulder, his skin was ripped open immediately, and blood scattered around like broken jade in the wind.

"Okay, let's take advantage of it now!"

Seeing Feng Lianchen deflated, everyone's morale was boosted, they spread out in different directions, and attacked him together.

Feng Lianchen stabilized his precarious figure, swung his sword to repel the attacking monks, and was caught off guard by another axe. The pain spread wantonly, his spiritual power gradually dissipated, and he fell weightlessly.

The monks who had been waiting on the ground for a long time were gearing up, waiting to tear Feng Lianchen into pieces the moment he landed.

Ye Wenqing, who was restrained by Lu Yan, couldn't stay still anymore. He slapped Lu Yan on the shoulder and forced him back a few steps. With a light tap of his toe, he took Feng Lianchen into his arms, and then summoned Chiyu Huofeng, the two of them Land on it firmly.

The cooked ducks flew away after reaching their mouths. The smiles on everyone's faces froze instantly, and anger arose spontaneously.

Even Wenyu was so angry that he was going to explode at this moment, and shouted at him: "Ye Wenqing, do you know what you are doing!"

"Mr. Wen, the fallen wood is here." Ye Wenqing untied the Qiankun bag from Feng Lianchen's waist, threw it into Wenyu's hands, and said in a hoarse voice, "I can't just watch my brother die, I would like to replace him be punished."

Everyone on the ground was furious: "Then we can bear to see our best friend die in front of our eyes? Today, no matter what, Feng Lianchen must die! Regardless of whether the drowned tree is handed over or not, he must die! You Ye Wenqing have repeatedly opposed us , right from wrong, you are in vain!"