C1269 It's You
C1269 It's You
No one would have thought that Chu Yan would be so decisive in his actions.
Furthermore, they never would have thought that Chu Yan's strength far surpassed their group.
The Earth Origin Stage that Chu Yan had blown up earlier had a profound strength of the same realm as his, the third level of the Earth Origin Stage.
But in front of Chu Yan, it was no different from a ripe watermelon.
Blood was smeared all over their faces, making them look even more twisted.
After being stunned for a moment, the group of people turned around and fled.
"You still want to leave?"
Chu Yan was so angry that he started laughing.
He had been sneakily trying to sneak an attack on himself. Now that he realized that he wasn't his opponent, he wanted to safely escape. Why did he think that it was so beautiful?
"Seven Stars Windstorm Steps!"
Chu Yan's figure turned into numerous afterimages, and in the blink of an eye, he had already caught up to the group of people.
In the end, there was still one left, and he knelt in front of Chu Yan.
He did not cut this person down, partly because this guy lost control of his legs and fell to the ground without waiting for Chu Yan to cut him down.
The other aspect was because he was carrying a big bag all the way.
Based on a normal perspective, cultivators would usually store the items inside the storage bag.
Although not every cultivator had storage bag, Chu Yan believed that cultivators who could come here would definitely have storage bag s.
Thus, what this fellow had in his pocket was either a living being or this large sack itself was also a storage treasure.
In practically an instant, Chu Yan had eliminated the second possibility.
The reason was simple. The most basic principle of storage treasures was that they had to be small and convenient to carry around.
There was more than enough room for one person in this bag.
Which cultivator would bring such an exaggerated storage bag unless their brain was damaged?
Moreover, another reason was that Chu Yan realized that the big bag was moving.
Clearly, there was a living being stuffed inside.
What was moving right now was a living thing.
"Please …" Don't Kill Me... "We have no bad intentions …" Seeing his companions being cut like grass by their opponents, the remaining cultivator no longer had any thoughts of resisting, he kneeled on the ground and cried out with snot and tears, begging for Chu Yan's forgiveness.
"I don't have any bad intentions either." Chu Yan said indifferently.
The other party thought that he was going to let him off the hook.
As a result, he raised his head and saw a blade of light come down.
In the next moment, he was chopped into two halves from the middle.
"Killing you is not a bad idea. It's just revenge." Chu Yan passed the corpse and walked to the tightly tied bag.
Wusilanma also walked over, just in time to see the bag on the floor.
In an instant, she saw the inside of her pocket move, and at the same time, faint whimpering sounds could be heard.
"It's actually a person?" Chu Yan and Wusilanma looked at each other and saw the astonishment in each other's eyes.
This bag was considered a treasure in the mortal world, but in the eyes of cultivators, it was just an ordinary large bag.
Therefore, Chu Yan directly slashed his blade out, and the tightly tied bag flew out.
His pocket opened up with a "huala" sound.
There was indeed a person tied inside.
The pouch was an ordinary pouch, but the rope used to tie this person's hands and feet emitted a light blue light, appearing extraordinary.
"He really is a person." Chu Yan looked over, "These guys are just doing nothing but tying up a person, why are they working so hard to carry them?"
As he spoke, the fellow who was tied up struggled for a moment before raising his head.
"Tiger!" The man glared at Chu Yan. Because there was something stuffed in his mouth, he could only let out a vague voice.
The other party spoke a chant that was completely incomprehensible, but Wusilanma was able to understand the meaning behind it.
She looked at Chu Yan with a face full of doubt: "He's calling your name, you know him?"
"Standing too close, I can't see clearly." Chu Yan took a step back, looked around carefully, and nodded his head: "It does look a little familiar, as if he has seen it somewhere before, but his face is too swollen. If it wasn't for the fact that he has a person's body, I would even suspect that he is handsome after failing his transformation."
Wusilanma could not help but roll her eyes at Chu Yan: "He's got a torture tool stuffed in his mouth, take it out and take a look."
When the man who was tied up heard Chu Yan's evaluation, he looked at him with a hidden bitterness. But when he heard Wusilanma's words, he hurriedly nodded.
This person's hands and feet were tied, and at the same time, his mouth was bound by a red-glowing chain.
There was a fist-sized ball on the rope. At that moment, more than half of the ball was stuffed into the man's mouth.
As a result, the man's face became distorted and his facial features shifted. It was almost impossible to see his original appearance.
When he first heard that he was going to take away the torture instruments in his mouth, this person nodded excitedly, but when he saw Chu Yan bringing up the Demon Breaking Knife, this person's face immediately lost. He shook his head with all his might as he tried to move backwards.
"Don't move. If you move so recklessly, I'll easily slash askew. When it hits your neck or head, who are you blaming?"
Because it was possible that he knew this person, Chu Yan was patient and tried to persuade him with good words.
But this man was extremely afraid of the Demon Breaking Knife, who was as tall as a person. Right now, he refused to listen to Chu Yan's words even if he wanted to, and wanted to dodge.
Chu Yan panicked. His face sank as he slashed over.
The saber light swept across the man's face and he froze on the spot, his eyes staring straight ahead. Even his chest didn't move; it was as if he was made of mud.
"Stop playing dead, it didn't hit you." Chu Yan unhappily waved his Demon Breaking Knife a few more times.
The saber light flashed past. The shackles that bound the man's hands and feet were also cut off. They fell to the ground and produced a few sparks before the light gradually faded away.
Only at this moment did this person confirm that he was not dead.
He first moved his fingers, then turned around and kneeled on the ground, covering his neck with his hands.
The next moment, a heavy ball the size of a fist fell on the ground.
The man started retching loudly.
After a while, he turned back, panting.
At this time, there were still tears in his eyes, it was unknown if it was due to him retching or because of his excitement from seeing Chu Yan.
However, no matter how one put it, at this moment, his eyes were flashing with an incomparably excited luster.
"Chu Yan! It's me! " He stood up, opened his arms wide and was about to pounce towards Chu Yan.
However, perhaps it was because his hands and feet had been tied up for too long and his Qi and blood were unstable, he had only taken a step forward when he fell to the ground with a plop.
That muffled sound was something that even Wusilanma could not bear to hear.
But the man immediately raised his head, with two nosebleeds on his lips, he cried out: "Chu Yan! Do you still remember the Puyang Yi from the Evergreen Town!? "