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nChapter 503: Extremely arrogant (1)

nTranslator: 549690339

nThe group set off for the sacred Land’s Southwest.

nThey passed by a floating island.

nPaper money flew down from above, and the faint voice of an old man talking to himself could be heard.

nYan feiqing muttered in his heart, could he really be dead?

nAlong the way, he saw many people burning paper money.

ncome to think of it, today is the seventh day of Xia qingchen’s death. “I’ll burn some paper money for him later,” the Vice Saint Lord sighed.

nYan feiqing sneered. he’s quite a popular person. He’s already dead. Why are so many people still thinking of him? ‘

nHowever, he didn’t see it with his own eyes.

nHe didn’t believe that Xia qingchen had died.

nAfter a cup of tea’s time.

nThe cemetery of the sacred land.

nAll the people of the Holy Land were buried here after they died.

nThey arrived in front of one of the tombs.

nOne of the gravestones had the words ‘Xia qingchen’s grave’ carved on it.

nIt was only now that Yan feiqing believed that Xia qingchen had really died. The tombstone had been erected for a few days.

nThe people from the Nebula sacred land couldn’t have predicted that Yan feiqing would come, right?

nLooking at the Cenotaph, Yan feiqing laughed, “”The one surnamed Xia, the wicked will be punished by heaven! You’ve been glorious for your whole life, but in the end, you still don’t even have a corpse left!”

n“You, you deserve to die!”

nThe expressions of the Vice sacred Lords instantly darkened.

n“A person’s death is a grave matter. Yan feiqing, you’d better stop!” The Vice Saint Lord roared.

nXia qingchen had made an ineffaceable contribution to the star cloud sacred land.

nHow could a despicable person slander his spirit in heaven?

nYan feiqing grinned, “what did I do?” I’m just telling the truth! Moreover, this kind of person doesn’t deserve to be buried in the Holy Land’s tomb!”

nAs he said that, everyone was shocked and angry.

nHe struck out a palm across the air and blew up the entire Cenotaph with his star power.

nXia qingchen’s clothes inside were all blown to pieces, scattering everywhere.

nyou’re impudent!! you …! the Vice sacred Lord was furious. He glared and slapped.

nNot only was Yan feiqing not afraid, but he even moved his face closer and bared his teeth. “Come on. whv don’t vou trv hitting me?”

nThe Vice sacred Lord’s hand was in the air, but he couldn’t strike down.

nHe did not need the quota for the ancient soul fruit.

nHowever, Yan feiqing was now the special envoy of Xiahou divine gate.

nThey represented Xiahou divine gate!

nBeating him was equivalent to beating Xiahou divine gate in public.

n“You wouldn’t dare to even if I gave you a hundred guts!” Yan feiqing sneered.

nHe snorted and walked down the mountain with his hands behind his back. “Let’s go and take a look at other places!”

nEveryone was furious.

nAt this moment, he wished he could give them a slap each and kill them.

nHowever, who asked him to be a villain?

nAt this moment.

nA man and a dog, two afterimages, rushed over from outside the cemetery.

nThey were none other than grudgy and Zhang Lian Xing, who had been guarding Xia qingchen’s tomb.

nThey were preparing for the first seven days of the night.

nHe had just carried two stacks of paper money over when he heard an explosion in the cemetery.

nHe hurriedly walked to the entrance of the cemetery and discovered that Xia qingchen’s Cenotaph had been shattered!

n“Who is it? Who did it?” Lian Xing threw down the paper money on her shoulder and also pulled off her snow-white mourning clothes.

nHer little face was filled with anger.

nGrudgy’s eyes were bloodshot. It walked around the destroyed tomb and sniffed hard.

nThen, he stared at Yan feiqing.

n“It’s you!” Grudgy pounced over like it had gone crazy!

nYan feiqing jumped in shock.

nHe quickly retreated.

nHe wasn’t afraid of the Vice Saint Lord and the other experts because they were all rational and didn’t dare to do anything to him.

nHowever, what he was facing now was a Mad Dog!

nHe wouldn’t talk about gains and losses with him.

n“All of you, stop it!” Yan feiqing, who was hiding behind the Vice-Saint Lord, immediately ordered the group of Pavilion elders. Everyone clenched their fists and remained unmoved.

nNow you’re afraid?

nWhy weren’t you afraid when you destroyed the master’s tomb?

nstop it! Yan feiqing shouted. you don’t have to stop it. But if I lose even a single hair, I will raze the Nebula sacred land to the ground!!

nAnd so.

nOnly then did the Vice sacred Lords reach out unwillingly to stop grudgy.

n“Grudgy, please calm down.”

nGrudgy’s eyes were bloodshot, and thick phlegm flowed out of its gritted teeth.

nIt was as if he had really gone crazy, and he looked extremely ferocious.

n“How can I calm down? Lord Chen’s corpse had not even turned cold, and this beast had already destroyed his Cenotaph! Let go, I’m going to bite him to death!”

nHearing grudgy’s crazy roars, the hearts of the Vice sacred Lords ached.

nHow could they not want to slap this little bastard to death?

nBut could he?

n“Take it away,” the Vice Saint Lord waved his hand.

nThe two Pavilion elders then carried grudgy and left the cemetery.

nHowever, grudgy had been captured and Lian Xing had already circled to the side.

nA cold light gathered in his eyes.

nWhile they were distracted by grudgy, he suddenly launched a movement technique and punched at Yan feiqing.

nThat violent and terrifying power scared Yan feiqing so much that her heart skipped a beat.

nFortunately, the Vice Holy leader grabbed Zhang Lian Xing’s fist.

nThe remaining force of the punch came at him.

nYan feiqing’s hair crown fell.

nA large patch of black hair was cut off by the force and scattered all over the ground.

nYan feiqing was extremely afraid.

nThis was only the fist force.

nIf he was hit, his life would definitely end here.

nAfter the shock, it was replaced by anger.

n“You b * tch! You dare to hurt me?” Yan feiqing raised his palm and slapped Zhang Lian Xing across the face.

nHowever, it was also blocked by the Vice Saint Lord.

nAn irrepressible anger was throbbing on his face. He forced himself to calm down and said, “”Yan feiqing, you’ve caused enough trouble today. Don’t push me too far!”

nXia qingchen had already been sacrificed.

nIf the star cloud sacred land couldn’t even protect the maidservants he left behind, how could they face his spirit in heaven?

nHowever, Yan feiqing believed that he was the special envoy of Xiahou divine gate.

nDid he even have any regard for the Nebula sacred land?

n“So what if I force you?” Yan feiqing pushed Zhang Lian Xing’s arm away and pointed at her nose with his index finger. let me tell you, if you don’t beat this b * tch to death today, not only will the Nebula sacred land not have a quota for the ancient soul fruit, but you can also forget about having a foothold in the future!

nHe was absolutely unrestrained.

nHe started to threaten her.

nAt this moment, the Vice Saint Lord and the others finally realized .

nXiahou divine gate had not given them an opportunity, but a disaster.

n“Yan feiqing, I’m warning you one last time, don’t force us.” The Vice sacred Lord clenched his fists.

nHis patience had reached its limit.

nHowever, Yan feiqing had already defeated them.

nHe snorted and pointed at the Vice Saint Lord’s nose, scolding, “”You can’t help it? Sorry, even if you can’t help it, you’d better endure it! I’m the special envoy of Xiahou divine gate. What do you want to do to me?”

nThat gaze, that posture.

nHe was not afraid of anything!

nThe Vice sacred Lord’s eyes were extremely dark. The last time he wanted to kill someone so badly was twenty years ago.

nHowever, as he had said, Yan feiqing was still the special envoy of Xiahou divine gate. He could not hurt him.

n“You don’t dare to move? Then stop bull**ting and do as I say!” Yan feiqing didn’t give up. bring me the stick. I’m going to beat this little B * stard to death today!

nHe was in a state of madness.

nIt was as if he would be looked down upon if he didn’t take revenge after his self-esteem was hurt.

nAt this moment, no one answered.

nBut no one dared to resist.

nUntil a cold voice resounded in the empty Cemetery. “Who gave you the guts to kill my people?” The familiar voice made everyone present tremble!

nThey all looked over.

nAt the entrance of the cemetery.

nA young man in light blue clothes walked over with his hands behind his back.

nHe stepped on the stairs, his knees clearly not moving, but his figure flashed forward as if he had teleported!

nHe would make up for it at seven tomorrow morning..

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