Chu Xinyan sneered: "Benhou originally wanted to give you an idiot a chance, let you and Jun Muyan fight to the death first, and then I will reap the benefits of the fisherman. Unexpectedly, you trash is so useless."
"A few rubbish ants, just a few words, you don't even have the slightest power to parry."
"Since it won't be useful, just leave me alone and listen to me obediently for a while, otherwise, don't blame me for being rude!"
"Chu Xinyan!" Jing Tianyi roared in disbelief, "I am the leader!"
Chu Xinyan didn't even raise his eyelids: "Benhou admits, you are the leader. Benhou doesn't admit, you are nothing! What do you say?"
When he asked the last sentence, Chu Xinyan glanced at the people sitting in the square.
I saw Miao Yue as the leader, together with Xia Houzun, Xu Qiankun, and Xue Zhaoguang, all the monks who crossed the catastrophe came to Chu Xinyan's side and bowed to him.
What shocked Jing Tianyi even more was that among these monks who crossed the tribulation, there were even Ruo Lan and Pei Yi, the patriarch of the Horton tribe.
In the blink of an eye, he, the majestic leader, became a poor commander with nothing.
Yayun screamed in disbelief: "Saint, you, how could you?!"
Luo Lan smiled faintly: "Didn't you remind me? My only goal now is to kill Jun Muyan. Obviously, Dingbeihou can achieve my goal better."
Chu Xinyan laughed, and his attitude towards Luo Lan was still very good: "The saint has good eyesight, don't worry, you will never regret your choice."
Jing Tianyi gritted his teeth and watched this scene, and said for a long time: "Okay, what a Dingbeihou! What a Mule Pavilion saint! I want to see, what means do you have to swallow Jun Muyan and Xiaoyaomen in one go? Down!"
Seeing the two of them fighting suddenly, Lan Yitian sneered disdainfully, turned around and was about to leave with the flying sword.
However, Chu Xinyan's next sentence made him turn around suddenly.
"Master Lan, this Marquis can give you a piece of advice. Today, members of the Lan royal family, as long as you step out of [Bai'e City], you will all die ugly."
Lan Yitian said with a gloomy face, "Chu Xinyan, are you scaremongering?"
"Hahaha, is it alarmist? Try it and you'll know?"
As soon as the words fell, Chu Xinyan had already slapped a palm in the air.
His palm did not use any ultimate move, but it contained a huge thrust.
It actually pushed a guard next to Lan Yitian directly hundreds of feet away.
When it fell, it was already outside the scope of the Xumi ring space [Bai'e City].
The guard's cultivation base is not low. After falling from a high altitude, he has already stabilized his body after a roll.
He looked down and checked himself, and found nothing wrong, his expression was a little dazed for a while.
Seeing that he was unharmed, Lan Yitian breathed a sigh of relief, "Come back!"
"Yes, Your Majesty!"
The guard immediately stepped forward when he heard the words.
However, the accident happened at this moment.
The guard who had just taken a step suddenly became stiff and his eyes widened.
It was as if he had seen the most terrifying scene in the world with those wide-eyed eyes.
Afterwards, people watched his skin age and dry up rapidly.
It was as if the water in his body was drained in an instant, and he fell straight down.
"What the hell... exactly happened?"