After her luck was taken away, she tortured everyone in the sect and cried

Chapter 93

"Why did you deliberately provoke me and lead the two factions into conflict." Yan Beishu stood in the middle of the crowd, staring straight at the monk who first asked for his guidance.

The sword in his hand pierced the ground, and the moment the sword energy spread out, no sword cultivator present could match him.

The title of Little Sword Immortal is never a false one. This title means that he can crush any sword cultivator present, and no one among his peers can match him.

After he drew his sword, the surroundings were completely silent, and his voice fell into everyone's ears.

And the sword cultivator of the Kunlun Sect whom he pointed out suddenly became the focus of everyone's attention.

Fang Xuan, who was outside the crowd, also heard Yan Beishu's voice. He was just happy that Yan Beishu took action to calm down the noisy situation, but unexpectedly the next second he exposed the human monk disguised as a high-level evil sycophant in public.

This Yan Beishu, I have never seen him with my eyesight at ordinary times. Why did he suddenly have a flash of inspiration at this time? It's terrible.

"Fellow Daoist Yan, now is not the time to hold anyone accountable. It's better to calm down first -" Fang Xuan quickly squeezed into the crowd to prevent Yan Beishu from forcing Xie Ren, who was pretending to be a human, again.

But when he came in, the senior evil sycophant had a weird smile on his face, as if he didn't intend to pretend anymore.

How many high-level evil sycophants are there, and if one of them falls out, I'm afraid the rest won't pretend anymore.If a fight really breaks out, I don’t know how far the monks from the two factions can escape.Fang Xuan has already made quick calculations in his mind and prepared for the worst.

"Fang Xuan, something is wrong with him." Yan Beishu was a little smarter, but not completely smart. He pointed at the monk who was smiling weirdly and said to Fang Xuan.

Fang Xuan thought to himself, that evil traitor almost showed his real body, and he didn't even bother to pretend, could he be satisfied?

"Fellow Daoist Yan, I am still a little worried about Senior Sister Jiang. Why don't you quickly find the whereabouts of Senior Sister Jiang." Fang Xuan began to arrange an escape route.

Yan Beishu is the strongest of the two monks. Keeping him here may help him survive for a while, but rather than letting him stay to protect them, it is better to send him away to ensure Jiang Zhanyue's future. There is one more boost in the plan.

"Since Fellow Daoist Jiang has not told anything, there is no need for us to find her. She has always thought carefully. If there is a danger that she cannot solve within the next three days, she will definitely anticipate it and be prepared." Yan Beishuhe Pei Yuan also trusted Jiang Zhanyue's methods.

It's too troublesome for this single-minded swordsman.Fang Xuan cursed secretly in his heart.

I really don’t know how fellow Taoist Pei Yuan could endure being with Yan Beishu for so long. How patient he must be to be able to tolerate such a heartless guy.

"Fellow Daoist Yan, run away..." Fang Xuan turned his back to the high-level evil man. He didn't see what the high-level evil man looked like at this moment, but he felt that there were still several eyes from the high-level evil man in the crowd. On him.

There was probably nowhere to escape from that creepy feeling that made his hair stand on end.

He didn't have time to quibble anymore, so he took advantage of the last moment to make things clear to Yan Beishu directly.

"Fang Xuan, why should I run away?" Yan Beishu asked.

How big is your brain——

Fang Xuan couldn't help but cursed in his heart, but he was just halfway through the curse when Yan Beishu's sword flew out of the scabbard in his hand, almost grazing his back, and stabbed directly through He killed an evil traitor who was approaching.

The evil man immediately turned into demonic energy, but most of the demonic energy was shattered by the sword, and he had to flee in a hurry.Yan Beishu didn't give him a chance to escape, and immediately flew up and wiped out the remaining demonic energy.

"Since there are evil traitors hiding among us disguised as humans, of course we must get rid of them. There are so many evil traitors in Zhenxie City. If I see evil traitors, where can I escape to?" Yan Beishu put away his sword. At this moment, he still had a puzzled expression, as if he really didn't understand why he was dodging and dodging just now.

"Fellow Daoist Yan, have you become stronger again..." Fang Xuan watched in stunned silence as he killed a high-level evil traitor with just one move. When Mingming's stronghold in Jingshan was besieged by low-level evil traitors, he dealt with ten of them. Even low-level evil sycophants spent a long time.

"What's weird about getting stronger? You've been in Zhenxie City for a while, so your cultivation will naturally increase." Yan Beishu said it matter of course.

Fang Xuan couldn't refute him for a moment, and the monks around him also looked at him with subtle expressions. Everyone present knew Yan Beishu's reputation as a genius. Although his words sounded annoying, there was really no way to point out that he was a genius. Something is wrong.

"Do you also want to come out and try my sword?" Yan Beishu just finished answering Fang Xuan's words and glanced at the crowd again.

Naturally, he said this to other high-level evil sycophants hidden in the crowd.

Fang Xuan felt dizzy for a moment and didn't understand why Yan Beishu wanted to die like this.

Even if his strength increased and he could deal with a high-level evil sycophant with ease, he would indeed suppress the other evil sycophants who were eager to try and shrink back.But now that he is actively provoking like this, the high-level evil sycophants will not let him get used to him.

"Fellow Daoist Yan, everyone knows that his strength is extraordinary. There is no one who is unconvinced. Let him let go of what happened just now." Fang Xuan tried his best to use his language skills to play a conciliatory role.

After Yan Beishu asked, no one answered him. In addition, Fang Xuan tried hard to calm down the atmosphere, and the crowd showed signs of dispersing.

But Yan Beishu suddenly drew his sword again, and without saying hello, his sword directly stabbed a monk in the crowd.

The monk immediately turned into demonic energy and dispersed, and No. 2 Xie Cheng was also forcibly captured by him.

When No. 1 Evil Syndicate appeared, the human monks from both factions were already panicking. Now when they saw the second one, everyone around them looked like Evil Syndicate.

No one knows when the monks they once fought with were replaced by fake monks disguised as high-level evil sycophants.

For a moment the crowd was in chaos, the human monks fled out of fear, and the high-level evil sycophants mixed in and continued to disguise themselves.

Regardless of whether their identity was exposed or not, the alliance between Yujingshan and the Kunlun Sect must have been completely broken up due to this commotion, and once these human monks were left alone, they would be in ruins.Things like how they killed hundreds of evil deeds in just a few days will never happen again.

Fang Xuan looked at the scene in front of him, his heart sank to the bottom, and his whole body was affected by the slightest move, not to mention there were so many monks from the two sects.

No one listened to what he said. He had forgotten his mission, and these monks were still doing the same.

There is really no way to save these ignorant monks who are easily incited. It may not be a wise choice for the four major sects to send these people to die in order to preserve the world of immortality.Fang Xuan couldn't help but have dark thoughts in his heart.

"Almost." Yan Beishu's voice sounded again, interrupting Fang Xuan's thoughts.

Before he could understand what Yan Beishu meant, a strong white light suddenly erupted from the surroundings, and magic weapons were floating in the air from all directions, supporting a formation that stopped the monks who were fleeing in panic.

(End of this chapter)