I asked you to go down the mountain and get married, not to shock the world!

Seeing Mingchuan agreed, Ye Chuhan curled up the corner of his mouth into a smile.

A whistle that looked like a bone fell from his wrist.

He put the whistle to his lips and blew it twice. A melodious tune came out of his mouth, making people drowsy.

But Mingchuan felt that the voice was particularly familiar, like a tune he heard in the fog.

He stared at the bone whistle with deep eyes and didn't say anything for the time being.

After the song ended, Ye Chuhan looked at Mingchuan with a smile.

"Just wait a moment, they'll be up in twenty minutes."

So fast?

Mingchuan was secretly shocked, and he looked at the little brat next to him with disdain.

"How come we all belong to the same sect? You're as poor as a dog, with nothing? Look at how well prepared they are, with spiritual weapons, talismans, and medicines... That's so generous."

"Are you really the dog that your Northern Frontier Wolf King tied at the door?"

The bastard gave Mingchuan a murderous look.

What a pity, Mingchuan was not afraid of him at all, and his eyes had no deterrent power at all.

Twenty minutes passed in a flash, and the group of people who were originally lined up neatly below now rushed up one after another at a very fast speed.

In a short while, more than a hundred people came face to face with Mingchuan.

With just one glance, Mingchuan accurately identified the so-called six geniuses.

These six people, including the demon Ye Chuhan, all had extraordinary demeanor and a condescending attitude. They seemed to be emitting a different kind of light, which made them different from the others.

The Holy Son of the Qingcheng Imperial Law Sect already had a grudge against Mingchuan. At this moment, he was waving the folding fan in his hand. His nose was not a nose, and his eyes were not eyes. He looked at Mingchuan with disdain, and glanced up and down, and rolled his eyes.

"I thought he was some extraordinary person, but he turned out to be just this kind of person."

Ye Chuhan played with the bone whistle in his hand and laughed sarcastically, "If a wretch like him can easily kill your Qingcheng Sect disciples in seconds, then what kind of wretch are you Qingcheng Sect disciples?"

Mingchuan raised an eyebrow.

It can be seen that these two guys don't get along.

No wonder Ye Chuhan insisted on following him.

The remaining four people looked relatively calm.

Ye Chuhan introduced them to Mingchuan one by one.

"The person who just spoke to you is the Holy Son of the Qingcheng Yufa Sect, Su Yuze. The other four are Chu Huai, the Holy Son of the Xuantian Sect, Jian Ning of the Jinling Pavilion, Lin Ruowei of the Zixiao Pure Court, and Mu Yaoyao of the Butian Holy Sect."

Mingchuan looked in the direction of his finger, and Su Yuze still had that deadpan look on his face, looking very arrogant.

Chu Huai and Jian Ning were both men with decent looks. The former could barely manage a smile to greet him, while the latter had a gloomy face.

It is estimated that the first person he killed was Jian Ning's subordinate from Jinling Pavilion.

The remaining two, Lin Ruowei and Mu Yaoyao, were both saints with ethereal air. They had gentle temperaments and when they saw Mingchuan looking at them, they both smiled kindly at him.

Tsk.

Their team is quite complete.

There are men, women, and even transsexuals.

Mingchuan raised an eyebrow and looked at Ye Chuhan beside him, "So you are the Holy Son of Qingfeng Yumen?"

"Exactly."

"Your sect is quite open-minded, huh? The name sounds so sage-like and untainted by worldly desires, but in reality, there's a major flaw."

I thought these words could stimulate Ye Chuhan a little.

Unexpectedly, the other person was not affected at all.

She also patted Mingchuan's arm in a coquettish manner.

"Hate it, Brother Chuan~ Why do you say that to me~"

Mingchuan: ...

Well, now there are more people laughing at him.

Even those two things whose noses were not noses and eyes were not eyes were deformed from trying so hard to hold back their laughter.

He pretended to be calm and pretended nothing had happened. Since everyone was there, he simply turned around and left.

Su Yuze smiled and said to Ye Chuhan, "Ye Chuhan, your good brother has left. Why don't you hurry up and catch up with him? What are you waiting for?"

Ye Chuhan snorted and ignored him completely.

She also twisted her waist and followed Mingchuan.

And in Mingchuan's eyes, the road in front of him was just an ordinary mountain road.

But after a moment, the surrounding air began to fluctuate, and the spiritual energy suddenly dwindled, like a living person suddenly having difficulty breathing after a lot of oxygen was sucked away...

Mingchuan practiced the Nine Dragons Cloud Sky Technique, slowly releasing the spiritual energy stored in his body to ensure that he would not be oppressed by the extremely low air pressure.

Therefore, when he stepped into this space, his steps were still normal and free, but the people behind him felt it was difficult.

If they had not anticipated this level and prepared a lot of medicine in advance, they would probably have been unable to hold on.

As soon as they stepped into the Heart Demon Illusion Formation, they suddenly felt that the surrounding scene began to distort and change, and countless pairs of eyes were watching them in the dark.

The fog was rolling, covering the road beneath my feet, and I could hear bursts of painful cries in my ears.

Mingchuan turned around and saw the more than one hundred disciples behind him. Some of those who were not strong enough had been tortured and trapped in this illusion.

The regrets, fears, guilt, and joy buried deep in their hearts turned into ferocious black hands and pounced on them.

Everyone was breathing rapidly, beads of sweat were oozing from their foreheads, and every step was a struggle in the mud.

Their bodies seemed to be entangled by countless vines, as if to trap them tightly in this endless mental torture!

Seeing Mingchuan standing there, looking at the painful expressions of the people behind him without changing his expression, Ye Chuhan moved sleekly behind him and put his hands on his shoulders.

"Little brother, you are really amazing. You remain calm in the face of such a scene."

Mingchuan hurriedly distanced the two of them, "Just talk, don't make any moves, and don't come near me."

Ye Chuhan chuckled twice and looked Mingchuan up and down with his eyes narrowed.

He was clearly affected by the fog outside and almost fell into the abyss just now. Why didn't he react at all when he came here?

Are you being more vigilant?

"Brother Chuan, you are so awesome. If anything happens to me later, you have to protect me."

Mingchuan: ...

Looking for a tutorial on how to get rid of 0.

Su Yuze looked at him and said sarcastically, "Ye Chuhan, I advise you to be careful. Mingchuan has no experience before. Who knows if he will fall here? If you ask him to save you, I'm afraid you won't be able to save yourself."

Mingchuan took a look at the so-called Holy Son of Qingcheng Sect.

He appeared to be calm on the surface, but in fact his legs were unable to move.

It was as if his legs were entangled by swampy vines and kept being pulled down. Every step he took required a lot of effort.

A lot of sweat also fell on his forehead.

A dead duck has a tough mouth.

Seeing that Mingchuan didn't say anything for a long time, the Holy Son of Qingcheng Sect sneered and mocked him.

"See, I was right, wasn't I? He didn't even dare to say a word."

Mingchuan didn't indulge him at all: "You are quite good at carrying things, what brand of garbage bags are you using?"

"you……!"