Chapter Twenty-Five: Even If Son Xuantian Is Your Own Father, I'm Not Afraid! (Seeking Flower E
"What!?"
"The stepson of Xuantian Shengzi?"
In Zhenbao Pavilion, everyone was shocked.
"Xuantian Sect is a top-level Sect that has been passed down for dozens of Ten Thousand Years, and it is said that Son of Xuantian is the only direct disciple of Master Xuantian Sect!"
"It is almost certain to inherit the position of Sect Leader in the future!"
"The stepson who is Xuantian's son, this identity is indeed not simple!"
"No wonder this kid's Cultivation Base of the Foundation Establishment Fourth Stage dared to attack the Gold Core cultivator. The background is amazing!"
Hearing the comments from the surrounding crowd, Lin Yan's expression instantly turned ferocious.
His fierce eyes stared directly at the several Xuantian Sect disciples who were talking about him.
His eyes were full of murderous intent.
Like a mad beast.
"Whoever you dare to talk nonsense again, I will kill you!"
"A bunch of bloody bastards!"
Lin Yan originally pretended to be aggressive, but a few disciples of Xuantian Sect suddenly appeared and told him that his stepfather was Yang Chen.
dammit.
His mind is about to explode.
These Xuantian Sect bastards, they're bloody hell.
Each should die immediately.
"What a scary look!"
"As expected of the stepson of Xuantian Shengzi!"
"The white-faced young man on the opposite side seems to be from the Blood Sword Sect!"
"It should be the true disciple of the Blood Knife Sect, Gold Core cultivator!"
"Although Realm is tall, if he offends Xuantian Shengzi's stepson, the Blood Sword Sect may not dare to protect him!"
Lin Yan's face turned even darker.
Holding the giant sword tightly, he was about to slash towards the group of long tongues.
At this time.
A cold drink sounded in Lin Yan's mind.
"Yan'er be careful!"
Lin Yan turned his head.
But it was too late.
Taking advantage of his inattention, the white-faced youth slapped him directly on the chest.
"boom!"
With this palm, the white-faced young man hardly kept his hand.
The Gold Core cultivator strikes with all its strength, one can imagine how terrifying it is.
At the critical moment, a faint red light appeared on Lin Yan's body.
Protecting his heart veins, offset half of the attack.
Otherwise, this palm could seriously injure Lin Yan directly.
But even so, Lin Yan vomited blood and flew out from the beating.
He fell heavily to the ground.
This scene.
Everyone in the Treasure Pavilion was stunned.
Shen Xueyan also opened her beautiful eyes wide.
Because no one thought of it.
Knowing that Lin Yan is the stepson of Xuantian Shengzi, this disciple of the Xuedao Sect dared to make such a heavy hand.
He wants to die?
Do you think Xuantian Sect, an ancient Sect that has been passed down for tens of Thousand Years, is easy to bully?
"What courage!"
Shen Xueyan shouted angrily, and shot directly.
Fight with the white-faced youth.
They fought for more than ten rounds in an instant.
The white-faced youth took out a blood-red long knife.
Evil aura overflowed his body.
She swung three sabers in succession and knocked Shen Xueyan back.
"Haha, people from Xuantian Sect are nothing more than that!"
"I thought it would be different for a dignified son and stepson, but in the end, it was useless with one palm!"
"Tsk tsk, what a waste!"
Shen Xueyan's face turned cold, and she was about to fight the pale-faced young man again.
However, Lin Yan behind him stood up.
Wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth, he looked at the young man in white with bloodshot eyes.
"Today, you will definitely die!"
Lin Yan's voice was firm.
"oh?"
The pale-faced youth smiled.
"I don't know the heights of the sky and the depths of the boy!"
"Could it be that you think that your stepfather is Xuantian Shengzi, so I'm afraid of you?"
"Hmph, to tell you the truth, even if Son Xuantian is your own father, I'm not afraid today!"
"I'm Blood Saber Sect, I'm not afraid of you Xuantian Sect!"
"You step on a horse, you really want to die!"
Lin Yan's face was ferocious and terrifying, and his heart was full of hatred.
If the white-faced youth attacked him and interrupted his pretend, his murderous intentions were not very strong.
But now, the white-faced youth is playing on his head.
Must die!
"Master, I want to use part of your power!"
Lin Yan said in a deep voice.
"Yan'er, this person is a true disciple of the Xuedao Sect, there is no need to kill him, it will cause trouble!"
"The most urgent thing now is to prepare to collect the strange fire!"
"Master, don't worry about it!"
"I'll just borrow the power of your Gold Core environment, and it's time to hone my strength!"
"Oh, all right!"
Yan Hou was helpless.
A red light flashed on Lin Yan's body, and his aura was greatly improved.
In an instant, he had an aura not weaker than that of the Gold Core environment.
"So strong!"
"Is this kid also a Gold Core?"
"Improbable!"
A discerning person saw it and said:
"It's not the Gold Core, this power should be the life-saving means entrusted to him by the Holy Son of Xuantian!"
"After all, this kid is the stepson of Xuantian Shengzi!"
Lin Yan coldly glanced at the person who spoke.
Dammit, that's the kid, beeping all the time.
When I kill this white-faced young man, you will be next!
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