After rebirth, Pei Jiuye overturned raising cubs

Shen family.

Wearing black clothes, Yan Xiyu moved through the darkness like a fish in water, avoiding the patrolling personnel of the Shen family.

He followed the evil spirit permeating the air, and soon came to the main house.

Standing downstairs, Yan Xiyu looked up at the small high-rise in front of him, and climbed up to the third floor neatly.

He looked into the house through the floor-to-ceiling windows, and his face changed drastically after just one glance.

The house was full of dense crowds, at least 30 people.

They looked dull, like marionettes.

These people walked into the house one by one, and walked towards the bald old man standing in the center.

The bald old man was emaciated and stooped, with sunken eyes and an evil aura all over his body.

Yan Xiyu guessed that this person should be Master Bazin he was looking for tonight.

Those who seemed to have lost their minds walked up to Master Bazin and knelt down.

Master Bazin pressed those people's heads with one hand.

Next, a horrible scene happened.

The whole body of the person kneeling in front of him shrank at an extremely fast speed, and soon turned into a mummified corpse.

The body fell backwards, fell to the ground and immediately fell to pieces.

Immediately afterwards, the next person stepped forward and knelt at the feet of Master Bazin.

It was the first time Yan Xiyu saw such a sorcery, his eyes widened and his breath became a little unstable.

"Who?!"

Master Bazin in the room was very keen, and his evil eyes immediately shot out of the window.

Knowing that he was exposed, Yan Xiyu immediately broke in through the window.

The innate realm cultivation base on his body quickly spread out, sweeping across the huge space, forcing Master Bazin to attack.

This person actually used a living person to practice sorcery, so he must not be left alone!
Master Bazin immediately flew up to meet him, and the two quickly fought each other, showing their murderous intentions.

The fierce fight between them made the house a mess, and the furniture and decorations suffered.

But these movements did not cause any reaction from the other people standing in the house.

These people stood in place, looking ahead, as if they were fixed.

"Oh!"

Suddenly, a dull sound sounded.

Yan Xiyu was hit in the abdomen by Master Bazan's palm, and his body hit the wall.

His long erected hair was slightly disheveled, there was a trace of blood on the corner of his lips, and he stared at Master Bazin in horror.

This person's skill is so profound, his strength is comparable to his father's.

This can't help but make Yan Xiyu's delicate face look solemn, and his heart keeps sinking.

The corner of Master Bazin's lips curled into a sinister sneer, and he looked at Yan Xiyu mockingly, sizing him up and down with sinister eyes.

After a while, he said firmly, "You are from the Yan family."

The unfamiliar stumbling Chinese, spoken from his mouth, implied a hint of anger and humor.

When they first fought, Bazan discovered that Yan Xiyu's exercises were exactly the Yan family's martial arts that Prophet Assalatad had been studying for many years.

More than 20 years ago, the Prophet almost suffered a big loss in the hands of the Yan family.

For so many years, in addition to deploying plans to unify the two worlds of ancient martial arts and metaphysics, the prophet did not forget to study Yan family martial arts.

This also caused Master Bazan to learn the identity of his Yan family not long after he fought against Yan Xiyu.

Yan Xiyu wiped the blood from the corners of his lips with his thumb, and looked at Master Bazin with a haughty expression.

With a hoarse and gorgeous voice, he said indifferently: "It seems that you haven't forgotten the tragedy of the Yan family's heavy damage to the Huoyun Ama Temple. What's the matter? Now I'm impatient to live again, and come to China to seek abuse?"

Master Bazin had a gloomy expression, and the flesh on his cheeks was shaking.

He glared at Yan Xiyu with embarrassment, pointed at his face, and growled: "Be careful of being too arrogant! Today's Huoyun Ama Temple is getting stronger day by day, and it is no longer the existence you bullied in the past!"

Yan Xiyu's gentle eyes were bent, and a bright and proud smile bloomed on a slightly romantic and beautiful face.

However, the smile didn't reach his eyes.

He stared at Master Bazin coldly: "No matter how strong you are in Siam, Huaxia is not a place where you can do whatever you want!"

Yan Xiyu's voice was as cold as ice for a thousand years.

He pointed to more than 20 people in the room, gritted his teeth and said angrily, "These people are all descendants of China, how dare you use their lives to practice evil arts, the Yan family will never sit idly by!"

Master Bazin glanced at those people contemptuously, his eyes did not seem to be looking at living things.

He even said brazenly: "It's just a group of useless people of no value. It's their honor to be the introduction to my cultivation!"

The true qi in Yan Xiyu's body has been sorted out.

Hearing that the other party did not take human life seriously, and his contemptuous tone, he sneered: "Then save your life, so that you will never return to Siam, and you will be trampled on day and night !"

He disappeared in place in an instant, and the long black hair in the afterimage flung a graceful arc in the void.

In the next second, Yan Xiyu appeared in front of Master Bazin.

He played very successfully and fought fiercely with Bazin again.

This time, both of them left no room for murder, showing their murderous intentions, vowing to save the other's life to the death.

Yan Xiyu's explosive power was too strong, Master Bazin couldn't stand it soon.

When he dodged the opponent's attack, his cunning eyes glanced at the practitioners in the room, and a vicious smile appeared on the corner of his lips.

Master Bazin avoided Yan Xiyu's attack, turned and ran towards the floor-to-ceiling windows quickly, and a Siamese mantra sounded from his mouth.

Following the exit of the spell, the 30 to [-] people standing in the room rushed towards Yanxiyu as if they had received some order.

They don't have sharp weapons in their hands, and they don't have any cultivation in their bodies.

But these people's hands and feet can move freely, enough to control them, and they won't hurt their Yan Xiyu.

Yan Xiyu, who was surrounded by groups, slowly closed his eyes in the face of these innocent, pitiful and harmless people.

Master Bazin saw this scene not far away, a sneering sneer appeared on his distorted face.

However, Yan Xiyu quickly took action.

After he closed his eyes, his beautiful thin lips said slowly: "Everyone, my Yan family will be responsible for those who are missing arms and legs. Please bear with me."

In the next second, Yan Xiyu opened those eyes filled with a layer of coldness, and the spiritual power in his body came out wildly and recklessly.

Just hear the deafening roar in the air.

The powerful fluctuation of spiritual power shook everyone around Yan Xiyu away.

Everyone under Bazin's control was shaken away several meters away.

They overlapped one by one, and their landing postures were distorted to the point of violating human limitations.

The arms and legs were twisted into twists, and they were broken at first glance.

In order to prevent these people from still having the energy to make trouble, Yan Xiyu made the move with the intention of incapacitating them, and with some skill.

But he didn't expect this effect, it seems...too much.

Seeing their pained and distorted expressions, Young Master Yan finally looked like a living person.

It's just that everyone was wounded, Yan Xiyu coughed in embarrassment.

He muttered in a low voice: "Sins, sins, as the old saying goes, a loss is a blessing, and this blessing is given to you for free."