Chapter 1303, slightly heard

"Oh? It turns out that this guy is still Bei Minghan's junior, no wonder he has such an arrogant temper." Zhou Yan suddenly realized that he had also heard a little about this matter.

According to legend, when Bei Minghan was eight years old, he strayed into the depths of the wild ancient forest. He was lucky enough to have an adventure, and his cultivation level increased by leaps and bounds.

However, the stronger Bei Minghan's talent, the stronger his ability to cause trouble. There was a time when the Beiming Mountain Mansion was in a state of restlessness, and it was unknown how many enemies it had provoked.

"Bei Minghan? Wasn't he expelled from the mountain mansion? Why did he come back?" Zhou Yan frowned.

This Bei Minghan has traveled abroad for several years, and his cultivation has improved rapidly, but he is bloodthirsty and behaves perversely and domineeringly. He once slaughtered hundreds of people in Nanyang County and committed heinous crimes.

However, it was precisely because of this that Bei Minghan was expelled from Beimingshan Mansion.

However, I didn't expect that Bei Minghan, instead of staying in the Beimingshan mansion to recuperate his injuries, ran out instead. He is really not afraid of death!

Zhou Yan shook his head and sneered in his heart.

"Since your Patriarch refuses to come out to see me, then I will kill all of you and come to visit in person!"

As soon as the words fell, Zhou Yan flickered and rushed towards the guards.

bang bang bang...

His speed was as fast as thunder, and his fists were fierce. Every time he punched, a guard would fly backwards, his life was cut off, and he died tragically on the spot.

"You bastard, Hugh is rampant!"

"Today, this old man will take your head!"

Zhao Haifeng and the other seven guards, all furious, rushed towards Zhou Yan.

"Humph!"

Zhou Yan snorted coldly, and punched out with a majestic, powerful punch, blasting the seven guards away, their bones cracked, and blood spewed from their mouths.

Among the seven people, the weakest ones are all late-stage god king warriors. Unfortunately, in front of Zhou Yan, they are not enough to look at at all, and they are easily suppressed and killed.

"Huh? No, your cultivation base..."

Suddenly, Zhao Haifeng's eyes widened, and he looked at Zhou Yan in amazement, with a storm in his heart.

At this moment, Zhou Yan's aura of cultivation has suddenly reached the peak of the day after tomorrow, exactly the same as him.

"Impossible, how did your cultivation improve so quickly?" Zhao Haifeng stared at Zhou Yan in amazement, stunned and shocked.

You know, he has been cultivating hard for more than ten years, and his cultivation base has remained at the peak of the day after tomorrow, and he has never been able to break through, but Zhou Yan is only sixteen years old, and his cultivation base is even stronger than him?

"hehe!"

Zhou Yan smiled faintly, and said, "Bei Minghan, I'll give you three seconds to get out and die immediately! Otherwise, don't blame me for destroying your entire family!"

"You...how do you know the name of the Patriarch?" Zhao Haifeng's pupils contracted and he was shocked.

"Hmph, the master of Beimingshan Mansion is also worthy of letting this deity remember his name?"

Zhou Yan's eyes were cold, and he took a step forward, turned into a flash of light, rushed into the crowd in an instant, and started a brutal killing.

"Pfft!"

"Pfft!"

His fists were as fast as thunder, and every time he swung someone, someone would fall down. In just a short moment, except for Zhao Haifeng, all the remaining guards were killed by Zhou Yan's iron fist.

With Zhou Yan's palm, Zhao Haifeng's body exploded, and he couldn't die anymore.

"hiss!"

Everyone gasped, their faces pale.

Relying on their own strength, Lian Slash guards commanded Zhao Haifeng, and killed them all in the blink of an eye. This level of strength is simply beyond their imagination.

"What a terrifying strength! Could it be that he is Zhou Yan, who has become famous recently?"

"Zhou Yan? Is that the madman who dared to refuse to marry the saint?"

"I heard that he has been promoted to a congenital martial artist? Now he's in big trouble."

....

Everyone whispered, their eyes flickered, showing fear.

Although Zhou Yan's strength is very strong, he is only one person after all. There are hundreds of guards in Beimingshan Mansion.

"Zhou Yan, you are so brave, you dare to trespass on Beiming Mountain Mansion!"

"Kill him and avenge the guards!"

There was a burst of violent shouting, and countless guards swarmed from all directions, throwing swords, spears, swords and halberds overwhelmingly.

"court death!"

Zhou Yan's expression was cold, and he was not afraid. Facing the attack all over the sky, he performed the "Xuanjie Middle Grade" kung fu method [Yulong Jue], swept his body to avoid the intensive offensive, and then formed seals with both hands, circulated his true energy, and moved toward Push away.

"Roar!"

Immediately, a golden flood dragon roared out, extremely ferocious, and a terrifying hurricane rolled up, disturbing the air within a few meters around it, turning it into chaos.

bang bang bang...

In an instant, dozens of guards screamed miserably, and were swept by the violent hurricane, their bodies burst and turned into balls of fleshy paste, leaving no bones left.

"what!"

Seeing this, the other guards were so frightened that their souls froze, and they fled crazily. Some timid guards even knelt down on the ground, trembling, begging for mercy.

However, this still cannot change their tragic end.

With sharp eyes and quick hands, Zhou Yan cast [Wind Control Technique], his whole body was like a ghost, shuttled through the crowd, within a few breaths, dozens of guards all fell.

"This... What kind of secret technique is this, it's so weird and unpredictable." Zhao Haifeng was terrified, and a chill came down his spine.

Zhou Yan was too strong, completely crushing him, which made him feel a sense of despair.

"Now it is your turn!"

The corners of Zhou Yan's mouth raised slightly, showing a ferocious smile, and immediately punched out, the void vibrated, the air roared, and wisps of unparalleled aura surged like a giant hammer.

At this moment, Zhao Haifeng looked desperate, and he tried his best to resist, but unfortunately, his defense was as fragile as paper, and it was pierced in an instant.

"boom!"

A huge force struck, Zhao Haifeng's chest collapsed, he flew out and fell to the ground, with traces of dark red blood spilling from his mouth.

"Ahem..."

Zhao Haifeng struggled to get up, spitting blood from his mouth, his clothes were torn, and he was in a mess, how could he have any majesty?

Zhou Yan walked over, looked down at Zhao Haifeng indifferently, and said in a deep voice, "Where's Bei Minghan?"

"He..." Zhao Haifeng raised his head, looked at Zhou Yan with a complicated expression, and hesitated to speak.

He hesitated for a long time, gritted his teeth and said, "You kill me!"

"Ok?"

Hearing this, Zhou Yan's face was extremely gloomy.

He didn't expect Zhao Haifeng, an old thief, to be so stubborn.

"Don't tell me?" Zhou Yan sneered, stomped down with his foot, and there was a crackling sound, and Zhao Haifeng's bones were shattered inch by inch, and he died tragically on the spot.

A strong man in the Houtian realm was as weak as an ant in front of Zhou Yan, and he had no power to resist.

"It seems that you have been secretly cultivating forces these years, and it is really extraordinary that you have gathered so many masters."

Zhou Yan glanced at Zhao Haifeng's body, a cruel arc was drawn at the corner of his mouth.