Zhou Yan is not afraid of being embarrassed, but what he is afraid of is not shameful.

His purpose here was nothing more than to turn himself into a bad person and force Bei Yaomingyue to give up.

But what I didn't expect was that when I met my father, things might not be possible.

When I was scolded, everyone knew that I had been here, so that's enough.

That's right... I didn't do anything, and I took the blame for the scumbag, which was a little regretful.

But...it's a long way to go.

Thinking of this, Zhou Yan gradually felt a desire to retreat, but at this moment, a loud shout spread all over the world:

"Stop it all!"

The sound was like a lion and tiger roaring, and it kept roaring, carrying a domineering momentum, which made the entire Zuiwu Pavilion tremble.

Zhou Yan was startled and saw a burly figure jumping down from the balcony on the top floor. His body was shining with light, dancing wildly like a horse, but his strong body fell steadily in front of Zhou Yan like fallen leaves.

He has a national face, a angrily eyebrows, and is nearly two meters tall. His terrifying muscles support the gray clothes, and his every move is full of strength.

Everyone around him was chilling, and they showed obvious fear and closed their mouths.

A master!

Zhou Yan's heart moved and he immediately remembered the identity of this person.

He is the boss behind Zuiwu Pavilion, Murong Shi, known as "Tianshi", and his cultivation is similar to that of the previous "Zhou Yan".

Moreover, "Zhou Yan" had a big battle with him more than a month ago, losing slightly, but lost three moves.

Murong Shi looked at the people around him, his eyes filled with murderous intent, and he said sternly: "He is Zhou Yan!"

"Even if he dies, it's not your turn to mock him!"

Everyone around dared not refute it. They retreated one after another, their faces pale.

After a while, Murong Shi turned his eyes to Zhou Yan and said in a deep voice: "I didn't expect that you would come to me so soon."

"Look for you?"

Zhou Yan was stunned, and after recalling it carefully, his heart suddenly skipped a beat.

He remembered that more than a month ago, after "Zhou Yan" lost to Murong Shi, he seemed to have said something.

"It's not that I'm weak to you, but that you are over 20 years older than me. Next time I will come to challenge you."

So, after Murong Shi saw me, he thought I was going to challenge him?

Grass, it’s not such a coincidence. I really come to play, not to fight.

Zhou Yan quickly wanted to explain, but before he could do it, Murong Shi continued, "Your cultivation has been ruined, and many people don't believe it, but now it seems that it is indeed fake, otherwise you wouldn't come to challenge me."

When everyone around heard this, their faces suddenly became ugly. They were all mocking them just now.

But Zhou Yuanxiong's eyes lit up. Could it be that my son is really disguising?

Zhou Yan didn't say anything at this moment, he was pondering.

The previous "Zhou Yan" was too powerful and gave people a deep impression, so even if the cultivation level was declared to be ruined, many people still don't believe it.

Since some people don’t believe it and think that I am hiding my strength and keeping a low profile, they will definitely keep their hands secretly or plot against me...

How do I quit the world? How can I quit in the future? How can I quit with peace of mind in the future?

Today, my dad is here, so he will definitely not be able to do the serious work in bed, but it seems that he can use this Murong Shi to solve those who don’t believe in it.

Yes, not bad!

As long as you lose to Murong Shi and let the news spread, won’t everyone believe it?

With a little wisdom, it's easy to do.

Hehe! I'm so smart!

Thinking of this, Zhou Yan sighed and said slowly: "I went back alone to the devil's cave. My cultivation is indeed ruined, but my heart of Tao still exists, and there is still a chance of reversal."

Murong Shi's body shook, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he said solemnly: "So you came to me to attack me. If you beat me, you will naturally return to the peak. If you lose, you will be completely devastated. Right?"

Damn, you are simply my confidant. You are so stupid. You have said everything I want to say.

Zhou Yan suddenly admired Murong Shi a little, it was so good to his appetite.

He was overjoyed, but his face remained unchanged, and he said in a deep voice: "Yes, if I lose, I will have no hope."

Murong Shi gritted his teeth and said, "You were not my opponent before. Now, you have only been more than a month and have suffered such severe injuries. You must be no opponent."

Don't worry, you'll win if you're stupid, but I, Zhou Yan, will never lose.

Because all I want is to lose, haha!

If you lose to you, everyone believes it, I can live a peaceful life.

But acting must conform to the previous character of "Zhou Yan" before everyone is willing to believe it.

Thinking of this, Zhou Yan said coldly: "Although I was injured, I may not be your opponent!"

Murong Shi said: "For me, you are too young and too young."

Zhou Yan said: "Thirty years from Hedong, thirty years from Hexi, don't bully the young man's poor."

But he smiled secretly in his heart, Murong Shi, Murong Shi, you are still unaware of it when you are used by me. I will fall down directly after I get beaten up later. What should I do!

"Ha ha ha ha!"

For a moment, Zhou Yan couldn't help laughing.

But soon, he quickly covered his mouth, his face showed a look of horror, and he shouted in his heart: "Hua, it's over!"

As soon as the thought arose, bright white lights burst out from his body instantly, emitting an unparalleled sacred aura, sweeping out in an instant, filling the entire Zuiwu Pavilion.

The pillars and beams of Zuiwu Pavilion were buzzing, first like a zither and zither, followed by a clang of swords and swords, and the beating of war drums, which made everyone's blood boil.

The calligraphy and paintings hanging on the wall suddenly seemed to be alive, and each stroke came out through the paper, like a sword light, piercing the void.

Outside the Zuiwu Pavilion, the sun suddenly became dim above Qingzhou City, and the dark clouds rose from nowhere, completely sealing the sun.

The world is dark, but a white light directly penetrates the dark clouds and illuminates the earth.

This white light is as white as frost and snow, extremely cold and makes people feel awe.

Countless people looked up at the sky and were amazed.

On the Qingzhou City Lord's Mansion, an old man in red flashed out of the room and looked into the sky in horror.

"The dark clouds cover the sun, and the star of Wen is born. This is the appearance of the saint of Wendao."

In an ancient ancestral hall in the south of the city, thirty meters underground, a dead body said with difficulty: "Has it been discovered? What a terrible saint's pressure."

In the middle of the city and in the Taixue Palace, the statues of saints seemed to be alive, and the portraits seemed to have become real people. The saint spirit was so powerful that countless students and teachers hurriedly knelt down.

"The saint has appeared. Could it be that some students in my Tai Academy have understood the saint's classics?"

Shock and doubt were everywhere, and the entire Qingzhou City was in full swing.

In the Zuiwu Pavilion, Zhou Yan looked shocked. Looking at his body, a pure white light gathered but did not disperse, and a human-shaped phantom gradually formed behind him.

The moment this phantom appeared, an unimaginable pressure suddenly surged out, the tables and chairs of the Zuiwu Pavilion all cracked, the porcelain all exploded, and the floor also cracked.

"ah!"

Almost all of them fell down and were frightened by the pressure.

Murong Shi gritted his teeth, clenched his fists, and used his spiritual energy to resist the pressure. His clothes were broken and he finally knelt down.

"Sage! The phantom of the saint Wendao!"

He shouted with difficulty: "Zhou Yan! You hide so deeply! I didn't expect that your attainment in the light and literary way is even better than martial arts!"

"Even the phantom of the saint was summoned by you, that's a big fuck! I've given up!"

He had already spitted blood from his mouth.

And Zhou Yan wanted to spit a few mouthfuls of blood.

Damn it, this problem of slap in my plan!

Why? Why did I just want to say that shit for thirty years Hedong!
Chapter completed!