Yandu's movements were so fast that even Zhou Huaian didn't even reach this point.
A long sword cut off an arm, and a small area of the sky was dyed red with blood.
“Yandu!”
In an instant, everyone’s expressions changed and they ran towards Yandu.
Zhou Huaian took the lead to support him, raised his hand to make a seal to stop the bleeding, and said angrily,
"Are you crazy? Did you chop him? Why did you chop yourself?!"
Yandu murmured,
"If you are born without nourishment, you can recover a broken arm. ."
He raised his eyes and looked at Yan Shuo,
"From now on, I owe you nothing."
As soon as these words came out, Zhou Huai'an became even more angry,
"He didn't even ask your opinion when he was angry with you. What does he owe you?"
"If he owes you, he owes you too. Yes, when did you owe him? "
Mo Dan, how did Chu Xuan raise him?
Why does a young master of an evil sect have such a rigid provision? !
He has been determined to kill Zhou Cheng since he was a child. What did he say?
A broken arm can be returned, but a head!
This kind of thing is that you are unkind and I am unjust. In the world of cultivation, what do you do with so many kindness and rules?
Zhou Huaian was almost mad at Yandu.
He wished he could kill Yan Shuo with his knife.
But seeing that Yandu was seriously injured at this moment, he couldn't care less, so he started to condense his spirit by making secrets,
"Concentrate your mind and righteousness, and run the blood refining secrets!"
A monk, gone. How can he practice on his right arm?
Below, a group of Blood Evil Sect disciples saw this and didn’t know what to do.
Zhou Huaian, they know each other.
He was the abandoned disciple of Tianshu Pavilion that day, and he was also the one who killed the gods together with Ruan Qiao on Canglan Coast and held back the demon army.
Now that Tiansuan Pavilion has changed its appearance, he and Ruan Qiao disappeared for a long time and reappeared to provoke their sect master.
They were at a loss for a moment, so they looked at Yao Yue and Ji Huarong.
Except for the young master Yandu, among the new generation of disciples of the Blood Evil Sect, they are the only two left who can convince everyone. Yao Yue made a decision immediately,
"Open the formation and help Yandu protect the law."
Ji Huarong hesitated,
"He is the sect master"
"Bullshit sect master!"
Yao Yao The moon gnashed its teeth,
"If I recognize him, he is the sect master. If I don't recognize him, then the sect master died a thousand years ago!"
He is just an outsider with a high enough cultivation level!
Why should she listen to him?
She has never met the old sect leader, so what credentials does this man have to prove himself?
As early as two years ago, when he led people to attack Xiaoyao Daozong, she didn't want to do it!
Why does his own grudges involve people like them?
Retribution, blood feud?
Aren’t these ordinary disciples who died in the end? !
Yao Yue feels so sick!
Yan Shuo looked at the broken-armed Yandu in front of him, looking at the blood red, his face turned pale for a moment, his lips moved, but he could only say three words,
"I'm sorry."
He was wrong.
Originally, he didn’t owe him anything.
It was because he was born but not raised, and it was because of his own selfishness that it almost destroyed him.
Below the Blood Evil Sect, the protective formation was opened. For three days, Zhou Huai'an protected Yandu to reshape his flesh and blood, which even alarmed the group of old people who were in seclusion in the sect.
"What happened?"
"Why is there a gathering of heavenly tribulations?"
The first elder and the second elder walked out of their caves first. When they saw Zhou Huai'an, For a moment, everyone was startled.
This man is still alive.
Zhou Huaian didn’t care what others thought, he just looked up at the sky,
"Heavenly calamity is coming."
Cutting off an arm actually made this kid enlightened.
Tsk, a blessing in disguise is not a bad thing. (End of this chapter)