Chapter 884: I can help you

Chu Yan looked deeply at this Wanhaimen disciple.
The other two Wanhaimen disciples were speechless at this moment.
The only one in front of me can still say something intermittently.
"I, I learned two days ago ... you, you don't kill us ... I, I can tell you ..."
"Are you threatening me?" Chu Yan blinked, suddenly grinning, and strode towards this Wanhaimen disciple.
Seeing the other's murderous approaching, this Wanhaimen disciple was frightened, and even forgot to cry.
This style of painting ... seems a bit wrong.
Doesn't he care what I want to say?
When this disciple stunned God, Chu Yan's arm trembled, and he already carried the Eight Desolate Demon Halberd, pressing the blade on the opponent's shoulder.
High above, His Royal Highness Chu's eyes were impatient: "Speak out first, I'll decide not to kill you."
Strong and domineering at this moment.
You are not qualified to discuss the terms with me.
Your fate is up to me!
This disciple of Wanhaimen, I am afraid I have never met anyone like Chu Yan in my life.
At this moment, he was obviously stupid, two packs of tears, dangling in his eyes.
To be honest, being watched by a man with such tearful eyes is really a bit unbearable for His Royal Highness.
So the eight desolate halberds of his hand pressed down.
The sting coming from the neck instantly made this Wanhaimen disciple awake.
He hurriedly exclaimed: "I said I said! Don't kill me! Let me finish first!"
At this time, even if you can live for a moment, that's good.
Under the blinding eyes of Chu Yan, this Wanhaimen disciple said, "I have received the message before. There is a disciple who is with you, and appears on the side of the mountain."
"Which side of the mountain?" Chu Yan stared, "How many people?"
"Nine or so-seven or seven to ten?" The disciple stuttered.
Chu Yan turned his head and looked at Lin Miaoran.
Disciples of Broken Star House, seven to ten, are you here to pick yourself up?
"What realm are they?" Chu Yan looked at the disciple and continued to ask.
"Ning and Ningmai, I'm not too clear about the details," the disciple quickly said. "The news didn't go into details, it just said that they appeared on the other side of the mountain, which may be related to you."
"Well, is that so?" Chu Yan looked dimly.
Feeling the dissatisfaction of Chu Yan's tone, this disciple brazenly said, "Besides, because of your coming, Wan Haimen has already convened many monks and is coming towards you, but if we lead the way, we can Take you safely out of the gaps around the circle. "
Hearing here, the monks all around looked scornful.
They were all killed in this 10,000 demon burial grounds to gain further opportunities for Xianlu.
Such monks are always on the verge of falling, so they pay extra attention to trust.
Because of a loyal companion, you can be pulled at a critical moment and save your life.
A disinterested companion can kill the killer while you practice, and take away all your gains.
At this moment, the behavior of this Wan Haimen disciple is almost the same as the betrayal of Shimen.
This is also the most detested behavior of the monks on the spot.
"You, you think about it? We, we can really help you, just asking you to, can spare us our lives.
We and you have no grudges. This disciple did not seem to see the shameless eyes of the people around him, and saw Chu Yan groan, so he said quickly.
"We are just ordinary disciples in Wanhaimen. In fact, we are already upset by the high-level disciples who have oppressed us.
Especially Chuxing!
Since he came, almost all our resources have been taken to him by Zongmen.
This makes our scarce cultivation resources even more scarce.
In fact, inside Wanhaimen, he was quite dissatisfied with the high-level behavior of favoritism.
Really!
I'm telling the truth!
Helping you now is actually helping us! "
The words of this disciple were loud.
His eyes were sincere, staring at Chu Yan without blinking, as if to dig out his sincerity.
Chu Yan lowered his eyelids and seemed to be thinking.
At this moment, Lin Miaoran also jumped from the stone and looked over here.
After a while, Chu Yan looked up and glanced at the monks around him: "Leave the storage bag, and then roll."
"Why!" Someone asked indignantly.
Anyone who can gamble on the future at Wan Yao Burial Ground cannot be a good stubble.
You know, the chance of falling down here can be much greater in Zongmen and the family.
Everyone's storage bag is filled with hard work. It can even be said to be a net worth of life. How can you throw it away with your words?
Count you have just beheaded Di Yuanjing.
But we have so many people here.
Are you really going to commit anger?
"You don't seem to--" Chu Yan looked faintly, looking at the monk who had just shouted, "Place yourself in the right place."
The words fell, Chu Yan stepped forward.
There seemed to be a strong wind at the scene.
A flower in front of everyone!
Huh!
At the next moment, the heads rose.
The crowd saw in shock and horror that Chu Yan had rushed forward a few dozen feet in a short while.
A drop of blood was flowing slowly along the blade of the Eight Desolate Excalibur, then dripped down.
And the monk who bumped up and disobeyed him in public, at this moment his head was already flying in the air, and his face was still in doubt, confused and surprised.
As for the body without a head, after a while, the blood was sprayed from the cavity, and after a few shakes, it fell to the ground.
"Well, I want to say it again?" Chu Yan looked at the crowd.
This time, no one dared to oppose it.
Which of life and storage bag is important, as long as it is not a fool, can be distinguished at this moment.
Suddenly, each storage bag was thrown to the ground.
And their master, panic-stricken, ran back in the direction they came from.
I am lucky enough to have a life today.
They dare not ask for more.
Suddenly, only Chu Yan, Lin Miaoran, and the three disciples of Wanhaimen remained on the scene.
He went to eat the corpse handsomely.
Lin Miaoran picked up Chu Yan's eyes and picked up the storage bags scattered around.
These storage bags are all bulging, and they must be full of resources required for various cultivations.
Lin Miaoran couldn't help sighing that the income obtained at this moment may require more treasures than the natural treasures obtained after hard work in various tombs.
Chu Yan turned around at this moment and walked back to the disciple of Wan Haimen.
This disciple now looked at him with anticipation: "How are you thinking?"