Chapter 561: That person is flying

"Hey, boy, it's finally up to you."
Seeing Chu Yan and Jiang Panmeng step out of the Shuiwan Bazaar, two people, fat and thin, stopped in front of them.
"Is it you?" Chu Yan looked up.
These two were the yellow-faced monk who had to sell Chu Yan's bad pictures before, and the fat monk who had been scammed by Chu Yan.
Now looking at the appearance of the two of them side by side, we can see that Chu Yan's previous speculation was indeed correct, and they were a group.
"Do you know them?" Jiang Panmeng looked at the two men, and then looked at Chu Yan. "Looking at them, it seems that the visitors are not good."
Chu Yan thoughtfully, Jiang Panmeng was a little confused, and Little White Pig was handsome. At this moment, he didn't know what he thought of, or what he expected. He stared straight at the two people blocking the road in front of him, and saliva sprang up again. the trend of.
"Is there anything?" Chu Yan asked looking at the two.
"Well! You ask it knowingly!" The fat monk spit a thick sputum sharply at the moment. At this moment, he had no kindness and enthusiasm at the booth before. At this moment, the fat face appeared, only scum and resentment. , "No more nonsense, you make me very unhappy, guys, today you don't want to leave here alive."
As soon as the fat monk spoke, it was necessary to take human life, but it was also in line with the sanctity of Sanshou.
"You want to kill?" Jiang Panmeng's gaze fixed, his face was shameful.
"That's natural." Monk Huanglian smiled grimly at this moment, shaking his long sleeves, and suddenly, two large silver hooks flashing with silver light slipped in his hands.
There was still dark blood stains on the tip of the hook, and at this moment it shook slightly, making people smell bloody.
At this moment, some monks passing by were attracted by the movement here, and just a few moments, there were actually a lot of passers-by watching.
The fat monk and two monks were quickly recognized.
"Isn't this the soul-stealer? How did these two young men provoke them?"
"Soul Eater Shuangsha previously robbed the scattered repairs outside the Water Bay Bazaar, and then stopped for a while. Who are you looking at today?"
"These two guys killed and overrun the goods without blinking their eyes. The two young men fell in their hands, afraid that they would fall into mold."
Many people sighed in scattered repairs around, apparently the fat, thin and two monks were notorious, so that they all felt that Chu Yan and Jiang Panmeng were afraid they would be killed badly.
"It turned out that the two of you weren't good guys at all." After hearing the discussions around San Xun, Chu Yan slanted the fat man San Xun.
Originally thinking that when they heard their notoriety, the two young men would be scared to have soft legs. As a result, the fat and thin monk found that the other two did not seem to take them seriously.
The calmness of the other side made this fat, thin and two monks very unhappy.
Especially when there are people watching at the moment, they feel that Chu Yan's attitude at the moment is provocation and humiliation to them.
"No one can save you today, the two of you—dead!" The thin-faced monk with yellow face flashed a fierce man, raised his arm, and pointed at Chu Yan.
"If you want to kill people, the market doesn't care?" Chu Yan turned his head and looked towards the market.
In the Shuiwan Bazaar, he also saw some scattered repairs to maintain order.
But at this moment, those casual practitioners only glanced at this side and glanced at their faces as if they hadn't seen anything.
"Don't think about someone to help you. Nothing can happen in the Shuiwan Bazaar, but as long as it comes out, no matter what happens, they won't manage it." The fat monk sneered, his arms trembled, and suddenly, one Xie Liang's scimitar appeared in his hand. "Otherwise you think, why should I wait for you out."
When the setting sun shone, a scarlet color appeared on the surface of the machete, which made people look at it with fear.
A sense of wickedness and sway from the fat monk's body, and many scattered repairs around him looked awkward and involuntarily, stepped back a few steps, and a look of fear appeared in his eyes.
When the fat monk thought that Chu Yan would also be deterred by his momentum, he saw the other person's face, and at this moment showed a strange smile.
"This is the case, then I'm relieved." At this time, the fat man heard Chu Yan said to him.
A nameless anger instantly ignited in the fat monk's heart.
"Let's make it mysterious, let's die!" With a roar, he rushed towards Chu Yan, his hand knife rolled up a storm, like a torrent of waves, rolled down towards Chu Yan in an instant, Swallow him into it and twist it into pieces.
"With you?" Chu Yanha screamed back and waved backhand.
Wow!
The monks only felt a flower in front of them, and the next moment they were horrified to find that Chu Yan's hand actually had a giant sword as large as the door.
At the moment when this giant sword appeared, the erupting sharp edge was smashed and shattered, and all the sword blades that came in were shattered and crushed.
"How could this--" An extremely scared emotion appeared instantly in the fat monk's heart. He looked like a thunderbolt and thunder, and in an instant, chopped the sharp edge in front of him, his eyes rounded, and a subconscious exclaim.
The next moment, Doraemon, his body was split in half by a wave-breaking sword.
The corpse, which was divided into two halves, was mixed with steaming blood and fell to the ground. The internal organs, intestines and other intestines were mixed together and sprinkled on the ground.
"How is it possible!" The thin monk left, seeing this, his waxy complexion turned pale.
"Why isn't it possible?" He had just spoken, and heard Chu Yan's voice already ringing in his ear.
At the same time, there was a strong airflow of hunting.
The thin man shook his body, turned his head subconsciously, and suddenly saw a palm with five fingers bent like dragon claws, tiger claws, fierce and violent, and his pupils became bigger and bigger until it filled with his The whole eyeball.
"Angry Dragon Strangling!"
boom!
With a loud bang, the head of the thin monk was immediately blown by Chu Yan.
The blood brain pulp, minced meat and bone dregs were thick and splashed, all spilled out at once.
The thin man, who had no head, shook it in place twice before falling straight to the ground.
Chu Yan picked up the storage bag of the fat, thin and two monks, and instead of looking back, he walked forward directly, leaving everyone behind.
There was silence at this moment.
The group of San Xun who originally thought that Chu Yan and Jiang Panmeng were dead. At this moment, all eyes looked at the scene with astonishment, fear, shock, disbelief and so on.
After a while, the crowd of onlookers suddenly exclaimed: "Look at that man! His feet! He's flying!"
Everyone hurriedly looked in the direction of the finger of this man, and suddenly saw Chu Yan's feet hanging, a fist away from the ground, not too slow, and walked forward.
"hiss--"
Suddenly, there was a sound of neat and tidy breathing.