Chapter 1087: What to do

When He Yonghuan said this, everyone at the scene changed his face.
For monks, the storage bag contains not only elixir and magic weapons, but also everyone's hole cards and secrets.
In other words, the storage bag is their second life, as is their face.
Examining the monk's storage bag is more serious than the secular tuoguang clothes that are made public in public.
Under normal circumstances, everyone naturally refused immediately.
However, He Yonghuan's strong shot just now made everyone at the scene feel uneasy.
So everyone's face at this moment showed a look of anger and intimidation.
"How? Unwilling?" He Yonghuan sneered, reaching out to the closest monk.
The monk just showed a slight hesitation, and immediately felt a strong wind coming.
Before he could react, with a snap, the monk felt his cheeks as if hit by a heavy hammer, his eyes were dark, and he immediately flew out.
Everyone else at the scene suddenly felt his heart slumped.
When they originally had their own ancestors, they were all bound by ancestors' laws, and disciples in the same family were generally prohibited from fighting.
But in this End of the World, it seems that there is no such law at all.
What's more, at the moment, it feels that Tianyazong has this law, but He Yonghuan is ignoring this law while fighting for Ziweimen's identity.
"Ziweimen's power in Tianyazong is so great?" Chu Yan secretly said.
He turned to look at the brothers and sisters of the Lin family not far away.
When I was in the restaurant before, the brothers and sisters of the Lin family heard the words Ziweimen and responded very much.
It can be seen that they know something about the organization of this Tianyazong disciple.
"When you have a chance, go and inquire." Chu Yan said in his heart.
At this time, He Yonghuan had already looked at another monk: "Your storage bag, open."
The monk looked helplessly to both sides.
But no one came forward to speak for him.
The monk's face was ugly.
He had never been so humiliated in the past.
Under the gaze of He Yonghuan, the monk paled, reluctantly opened his storage bag, poured out the contents, and showed it to the crowd.
"That's it." After falling down, the monk gritted his teeth.
He Yonghuan glanced at Linglang's dazzling objects on the ground and immediately walked to the monk, spreading his hands: "Give me the storage bag."
"You don't believe me?" An anger appeared in the monk's eyes.
To check the storage bags, I have shown you now.
As a result, you have to take my storage bag and check it again, and once again humiliate me.
"You look at me again and try?" He Yonghuan smiled, his hand stretched forward.
The monk was obviously very angry at this moment, and the cheeks were shaking with the naked eye.
But the lesson learned is not far away, so at this moment he has no courage to resist He Yonghuan.
"Here ... you!" He gritted his teeth fiercely and handed the storage bag to He Yonghuan.
He Yonghuan sneered, not understanding the storage bag, but suddenly drew his sword, the sword flashed, and instantly penetrated the storage bag and nailed it to the ground.
The wrist moved again, stirring the sword.
In an instant, the storage bag was torn apart.
No matter what it contains, it must be completely destroyed at this moment as the space in the storage bag is annihilated.
In this scene, the owner of this storage bag can see his eyes broken.
The other monks couldn't help taking a breath.
He Yonghuan, it was really fierce and absolute.
"You should thank me." He Yonghuan sneered at the other person who was gnashing his teeth. "I'm helping you. If you just concealed something in the storage bag, you are now dead."
"You! Too much bullying!" The monk couldn't help it anymore and shot suddenly.
"Landslide and tsunami-"
Rolling aura, condensed in the palm of this monk.
The loud sound of the earth shaking and rolling, as if turning into a natural disaster, will be crushed towards He Yonghuan.
"The following guilty, there is no respect for the head!" He Yonghuan flashed a sharp light in his eyes, suddenly stabbed away with a sword.
Jian Mang stabbed both eyes at this moment.
The aura of this monk's palm, all of a sudden, leaked like a leaky ball.
The long sword pierced through his palm, pierced his arm, and pierced his back shoulder.
The muscles and bones in his arm were almost shredded in an instant, so that his arm seemed to swell several times as if blinking.
The monk's face suddenly appeared extremely painful, his features were distorted, and a wailing sounded.
But he was like a furious male lion, who was seriously injured by the opponent even in the middle of a move, but he still could not bear the pain.
"It seems that I really don't know how to live or die. In this case, I'll take you on the road." He Yonghuan sneered and patted his palm toward the monk's chest.
At this moment, his five fingers became green, as if poisoned with poison, and at the same time it gave people a horror feeling that the palms were everywhere and the void was corroded.
He Yonghuan's movement is faster than this monk, I don't know how much.
Just when the other party was about to raise his arm, his palm was almost ready to photograph the other person's chest.
If this palm is shot, the monk is afraid that the entire chest will explode in a split second.
At this moment, a hand stretched out from the side, and he held He Yonghuan's wrist when the palm was less than an inch away from the monk's chest.
He Yonghuan fixed his eyes.
Because he suddenly found that the hand that appeared suddenly had great strength, and the moment he held it, he could no longer move his palm forward.
But even so, the aura that rang out from the palm of his hand threw up the monk's mouth, spit blood, and flew out suddenly, unable to climb for a long time.
He Yonghuan's face suddenly became gloomy, looking at his own words that stopped him, smirking: "Boy, do you know this is causing trouble to yourself?"
Chu Yan glanced lightly at the flying sword in the opponent's hand and said, "Then you know what you're saying now, you're insulting yourself?"
When the monks behind him heard Chu Yan's words, they all froze.
They all looked at Chu Yan with incredible eyes.
This guy, dare to resist this disciple named He Yonghuan, against Ziwei Gate!
He Yonghuan also hesitated.
For a long time, he only threatened others, and things like this threatened by others have never happened.
After the reaction, He Yonghuan pulled back his arm, stood upright, and looked at Chu Yan with a sneer: "Boy, you have a seed, even dare to say such a thing to me, it seems you didn't put Ziwei door in your eyes."
"Take the Ziwei door less and press me." Chu Yan also sneered, "I ask you, Tianya sect law stipulates that the sect door is within the territory, and the same door is seriously injured. What should be the crime?"
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