Hearing this, Ye Xiaoxiao immediately drew out the soft sword from his waist, his face full of resentment, and planned to fight Qin An to the death.

Qin Lan stood silently with Ye Xiaoxiao, holding the iron rod behind his back and inserting it into the ground

Yang Lu was the only one left in the room at this time, still standing there blankly, unresponsive, struggling and struggling repeatedly.

"Yang Lu, are you stupid? If you don't let me take them down, do you still want to be hunted down by the people from my Song Temple?"

Seeing that Yang Lu didn't respond for a long time, Qin An was unhappy and stopped hiding his identity and scolded him again.

"well"

Suddenly, Qin Lan sighed heavily, thinking about the strong man's aura that he had just sensed. He must have been from the Song Temple.

If Yang Lu rebels again at this time, Qin Lan's situation will be very unfavorable

Qin Lan really doesn’t want to use this trump card unless he has to.

But there is no time for Qin Lan to hesitate at this time!

Glancing at Ye Xiaoxiao with red eyes next to him, Qin Lan felt a throbbing pain in her heart for no reason.

If we do this, maybe we won't be friends anymore.

Qin Lan thought like this, and slowly took out the azure bronze medal that had been given to Ye Xiaoxiao from his arms and showed it in front of Yang Lu, with a solemn look on his face and shouted:

"Yang Lu, Fengyun Order is here, why don't you come and surrender soon!"

Yang Lu, who was struggling, saw the token in Qin Lan's hand as if struck by lightning. He trembled, slowly knelt down, put one hand on the ground, bowed his head and said:

"The original Twelve Earthly Branches of Fengyun Pavilion - Dayuan Xian, pay homage to the Pavilion Master!"

In an instant, the air in the room was stagnant, and you could only hear the faint sound of waves crashing on the beach from outside.

Master of Fengyun Pavilion!?

what's the situation!!?

Ye Xiaoxiao looked at Qin Lan's back in disbelief as if she had been struck by lightning.

This cold wooden lump who has been with him day and night, and has gone through ups and downs along the way, is actually the master of Fengyun Pavilion that he has been searching for?

Then who is Qin An?

Ye Xiaoxiao was shocked and looked at Qin An suspiciously. Qin An felt hot on his face and felt unspeakable annoyance in his heart.

In all the years he had been the master of Fengyun Pavilion, Yang Lu had never been so respectful to him as he was today. It was all just because of the prisoner in front of him and the token in his hand.

Qin An's voice was fierce and he shouted: "Yang Lu, what do you want to do!? Do you know who is the real master of the pavilion? What can a token mean!? Don't you have one in your hand?"

"What an ignorant child"

Yang Lu completely put down the burden in his heart, glanced at Qin An with pity, shook his head and sighed: "What I have in my hand is Zi Ling, and what Young Master Qin Lan has in his hands is Mother Ling, which only the previous pavilion masters have."

Yang Lu paused, with a hint of fanaticism in his tone, and continued: "I originally guessed that Mr. Qin might be a descendant of Fengyun Pavilion, but I didn't expect that he was actually the young master!"

As he spoke, Yang Lu lowered his head. When he saw the token, he would kneel down on one knee as if he were the master of the pavilion. This has almost become Yang Lu's instinct in the past few years, so even if Qin Lan's cultivation is slightly weaker, Yang Lu

Lu Ye is still respectful, not daring to go beyond etiquette.

Over the years, Yang Lu's heart has been tortured. He has wasted time and exiled himself. The reason why he is entangled and confused is because Fengyun Pavilion is no longer there. Now that he has officially entered the world and seen Fengyun Order again, Yang Lu's heart has also come alive, as if he is no longer there.

Once again found the purpose of life

Yang Lu's eyes were a little moist. In a daze, he thought of the former master of Fengyun Pavilion and his companions, and the regret and guilt in his heart became even greater.

"Just admit it!"

Qin Lan's eyes accidentally

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Exuding an arrogance that looked down on the world, his whole body burst into flames and he shouted coldly at Qin An:

"I am Qin Lan, the son of Qin Mingyue, the ninth generation master of Fengyun Pavilion! Yang Lu, I now order you to deal with Qin An on the spot and take action immediately!"

"yes!"

Yang Lu regained his energy and immediately took a big step towards Qin An. He held his fingers in vain and grabbed Qin An's throat fiercely!

"Yang Lu, what are you going to do!"

Qin An screamed in horror, but Yang Lu didn't hesitate at all. When he was about to touch Qin An, there was a sudden bang, and something unexpected happened.

I saw a hazy light shield emerging from Qin An's body, protecting him within it, and using the remaining force of Yang Lu's collision, he flew directly out into the small courtyard outside.

This is a protective treasure given to Qin An by the Song Temple. Although it can only be used once, it blocked a fatal blow from Yang Lu, an eighth-level master!

Qin An was still in shock. He put one hand on the ground. A deep groove was carved in the gravel ground in the small courtyard. Five fingers clung to the ground tightly.

He gasped for air. Although the blow failed to damage his body, the huge impact still sent his body flying, and his blood surged.

"Yang Lu, you are really evil-minded."

Qin An raised his head, smiled solemnly, and said: "But it's okay, I was prepared!"

After that, Qin An took out a firecracker from his sleeve pocket and fired it into the sky!

A crisp sound resounded in the dark clouds, and Qin Lan and Yang Lu's eyes froze. Then under their perception, several figures with powerful auras were rushing towards this direction quickly!

Seeing the appearance of the person coming clearly, Qin An's face lit up and shouted: "Elder Xiu Xie, Elder Zong Rui!"

The two people who came were both wearing white robes, had long hair and arrogant eyes, and were followed by more than a dozen young disciples, coming menacingly.

"This is really a big battle."

Qin Lan sighed, she didn't expect that the person coming had the strength of the eighth level.

And both of them are eighth grade!

"You step back"

Qin Lan's eyes were complicated, and she gave instructions to Ye Xiaoxiao behind her, and took a step forward to stand with Yang Lu, forming a confrontation with the opposite party!

"Yang Lu, you really still have different intentions."

Seeing Yang Lu standing on the opposite side, Zong Rui suddenly understood and asked Qin An:

"Who is the old man from Fengyun Pavilion mentioned in your secret letter? Where is he now?"

"That's him, calling himself the tenth generation master of Fengyun Pavilion"

Qin An raised the corner of his mouth and pointed at Qin Lan, feeling secretly proud in his heart. He originally just wanted to take advantage of the opportunity to kill someone, but he unexpectedly caught a big fish by mistake. If this was reported back to the temple master, Qin An's status in the Song Temple would no longer be the same.

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Zong Rui, Xiu Xie's body trembled, and then his eyes turned hot when he looked at Qin Lan.

I thought he was going to die because he was a veteran of Fengyun Pavilion like Yang Lu. I didn’t expect this fish to be so big!

So the legendary No. 1 skill, Hadeshenlu, is in this man’s hands!

Qin Lan saw through what the two of them were thinking, with a faint look in his eyes and a sense of arrogance, he said: "Yang Lu, can you fight side by side with me today?"

Upon hearing this, Yang Lu seemed to have returned to the days when he fought side by side with the Pavilion Master in Fengyun Pavilion. His nose suddenly felt a little sore, and he said heroically:

"Young Master, you dare, Yang is willing to take the lead for Young Master!"

As he spoke, Yang Lu's aura suddenly exploded, and he rushed in front of Xiu Xie as fast as lightning. His energy and blood were flowing all over his body, and his voice was like a roaring bell.

"Lin Yuan Palm!"

In a daze, Xiu Xie saw Yang Lu transform into a huge wave, covering the sky and the sun, and slapped him hard!

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With this move, Yang Lu did not leave any backup plan, and all his spiritual power was released. Xiu Xie was unable to stop him and was instantly slapped away.

"Thank you!"

Zong Rui exclaimed and wanted to help, but saw Qin Lan already blocking him.

"Ziwu Yin Lihen!"

The dark stick shadow came towards me, and the black skeleton let out bursts of screams, which made people's scalp numb. Qin Lan, whose identity was exposed, no longer cared about it at this time. Underworld God Lu urged him with all his strength to make him a mid-seventh-grade cultivator.

Because even if you face the eighth grade, you will not be at a disadvantage!

"Ignorant junior, what about the young master of Fengyun Pavilion? Let's see how I capture you!"

Zong Rui snorted coldly and raised the corners of his mouth in a contemptuous arc.

A junior, no matter how high his cultivation level or how talented he is, what can he do!?

Over the years, Zong Rui has seen countless geniuses in the Song Temple. They may have crossed the level of cultivation, and there are very few people who have jumped to the challenge.

Even though Qin Lan is young and has reached the seventh level of cultivation, and although he is amazing and talented, in Zong Rui's eyes, that is not the capital to challenge him!

With this thought in his mind, Zong Rui regained his energy, only used 40% of his spiritual power, and patted Qin Lan casually.

The palm and the skeleton collided together. Under Zong Rui's horrified gaze, the skeleton opened its mouth and bit him fiercely.

hiss

A sharp pain came from his forearm. Zong Rui took a breath of cold air and felt that all his spiritual power was flowing uncontrollably towards Qin Lan.
To be continued...