"The second level of demon general, but this strength is not enough.
The Blood Burial Abyss should be opened soon.
I must enter it by then to enhance my strength."
More than two months later, Zhou Yan appeared in Aotian Sect in a miserable state, carrying a dragon horn wrapped in animal skin.
He looked at the main peak of Aotian Sect with firm eyes and said with clenched fists.
He has returned from the abyss.
In less than three months, he has leapt from being an abandoned person unable to practice to a second-level demon general.
Such an improvement is incredible for anyone.
But for Zhou Yan, his current strength and speed of cultivation are not enough to satisfy him.
He once vowed to get back everything that belonged to him, and now that he has returned to Aotian Sect, he will no longer be at the mercy of others like before.
He's going to fight back and make those people pay the price "Hey, who is this person?
He is dressed like this.
Could it be that he is a beggar who came to our Aotian Sect to beg for food?"
Zhou Yan walked towards the main peak of Aotian Sect.
As the young sect leader, he lived on the main peak.
But just when he came to the foot of the main peak, he heard a burst of laughter coming from not far away, which made him frown and the speed of his feet stagnated.
"Tsk, tsk, our Aotian Sect really has a lot of waste.
I didn't expect that one of them died just now, and now another one appears."
Another person said, standing not far away and pointing at Zhou Yan, and even laughed.
Zhou Yan had just returned from the abyss.
The clothes he was wearing were reduced to ashes by lightning when he was condensing the heavenly veins.
Now he was wearing an animal skin.
However, the animal skin was very tattered due to hunting monsters, and Zhou Yan's long hair was messy, covering almost all of his face, making him look very embarrassed.
"Shut up, what are you talking about?
How can our young sect master be compared with the junior brother in front of you?
The young sect master is a forsaken person who cannot practice.
Look at the person in front of you, he has clearly gathered the demon veins."
Meng Feng pretended to scold him, but after he finished speaking, those people laughed even more unscrupulously.
"Senior Brother Meng Feng is right.
We were wrong.
Our young sect leader is indeed worse than trash.
Haha."
Those people echoed and laughed.
"It turns out that the rubbish they talked about was all because of my appearance.
They all thought I was dead.
I don't know what their expressions will be like when they find out that I am still alive."
Zhou Yan raised his steps toward the main peak and then lowered them.
He sneered in a low voice, but his eyes became cold.
He turned to look at Meng Feng and the others, and then strode over.
He said that those who bullied him should pay the price, and the people in front of him were certainly no exception.
"Look, that beggar is coming.
Does he want to knock us down?"
A cultivator of the first level of Demon General looked at Zhou Yan striding towards them, laughing and holding his stomach, unable to straighten his waist.
He even asked the others, which made the others laugh even harder.
"Really, haha, he thinks he is the young sect leader.
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We know we have beaten him before, but we still won't fight back.
Why are there so many wastes now?
One disappears, and another one appears."
Meng Feng also smiled and said that they did not recognize Zhou Yan's identity and thought that Zhou Yan was just an ordinary disciple.
"Peng" Amid their laughter, the air was suddenly torn apart.
When Zhou Yan was about five meters away from the people, his speed suddenly increased, and he suddenly appeared in front of them like a cheetah.
His fist tore through the air and hit the cultivator who laughed the most just now.
The purple demon power suddenly exploded, like exploding thunder.
Under the terrifying power, the cultivator of the first level of Demon General was directly punched by Zhou Yan and flew four or five meters away.
When he fell to the ground, he passed out.
"You are so courageous, you actually dare to hit my people."
Zhou Yan's attack was so fast that Meng Feng and others did not expect it at all.
They didn't react until the cultivator fainted and fell to the ground.
Meng Feng's face was gloomy, as if he could drip water.
He shouted in a cold voice, and his palms turned into claws, causing a sharp sound of wind and grabbing Zhou Yan's shoulders.
The palm was filled with strong wind, and the strength contained in it was so terrifying that it could crack even a rock.
Obviously, Meng Feng had murderous intentions and wanted to destroy Zhou Yan directly.
"Python Ox Fist" Facing Meng Feng's attack, Zhou Yan did not dodge at all.
He twisted his body and faced it with his fist.
This time, the demonic power on his fist was even stronger.
The purple demonic power flashes with strange light "Peng" One punch, one palm.
When Zhou Yan's fist collided with Meng Feng's palm, Peng let out a dull sound.
Amid the sound, Meng Feng's face turned red, and he stomped back a few steps.
"Hmph, lie down for me" But Zhou Yan didn't feel any discomfort.
He followed him like a shadow, let out a cold shout, and whipped out with his whip legs.
"Click" The whip legs whipped the air, leaving only an afterimage in Meng Feng's eyes.
His pupils shrank and his face was horrified.
Facing the whipping legs, he had no time to dodge and could only barely protect his head with his arms.
The whip leg hit his arm, a clicking sound was heard, and then his body was whipped away.
"I'm going to be cruel to my fellow disciples.
Today I will destroy one of your arms.
If there is a next time, I will definitely take your life."
Zhou Yan stood there and said unkindly to Meng Feng.
Meng Feng was ruthless and wanted to destroy him.
Of course Zhou Yan would not relent and directly cut off Meng Feng's arm.
If it weren't for being from the same sect and causing some trouble by killing Meng Feng, Meng Feng would definitely be dead now.
"you" At this moment, Meng Feng was lying on the ground.
Although he was not unconscious, there were bone stubbles protruding from the flesh and blood on his broken arm, which was very scary.
In less than five breaths, Zhou Yan seriously injured two people, causing the remaining disciples to take a breath of cold air.
They who originally wanted to take action against Zhou Yan did not dare to rush forward.
Under Zhou Yan's gaze, they all took a few steps back and put a certain distance away from Zhou Yan.
"Do you know that we are senior brother Leng Yun's people who dare to attack us and even injure senior brother Meng Feng and the others?
Just wait to die."
The remaining people were shocked by Zhou Yan's attack.
The cultivator who was knocked unconscious by Zhou Yan before was only at the first level of Demon General and was within their endurance, but Meng Feng was at the third level of Demon General and was still seriously injured by Zhou Yan.
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Such strength was incomparable to them, but they also felt that there was no light in their faces, so they took out the backers behind them and threatened Zhou Yan.
"Cold Cloud" Zhou Yan looked at a few people, his eyes piercing through the messy long hair.
Those people didn't notice the coldness and murderous intent in Zhou Yan's eyes at all.
"Yes, now that you know you are afraid, kneel on the ground and beg for mercy.
Maybe we will let you leave the sect alive."
One person said with a sneer, thinking that Zhou Yan was scared after hearing Leng Yun's name.
It restored some of their pride, and their fear of Zhou Yan was also forgotten.
"Leng Yun is very powerful and can punish and kill sect disciples at will."
Zhou Yan did not take action, but asked.
It has been nearly three months since he left the sect.
He didn't know what happened to Aotian Sect during these three months.
But he was certain that many people definitely thought he was dead.
And his death will also make Leng Zhuxi and others make some moves and stretch out their palms towards the position of sect leader.
As the only son of Leng Zhuxi, Leng Yun's status has definitely skyrocketed, and he may even have become a being like the young sect master.
"Of course, that good-for-nothing Zhou Yan is dead.
Senior Brother Leng Yun will soon become the Young Sect Master.
Now you know how powerful Senior Brother Leng Yun is."
The cultivator said arrogantly.
After talking about Leng Yun, they had forgotten their fear of Zhou Yan, and in their hearts, Zhou Yan would definitely kneel down and beg for mercy, and then they would humiliate Zhou Yan and vent their previous anger.
"Really?
It turns out that in your eyes, my death would make you so happy."
After Zhou Yan finished listening, he said in a deep voice.
The demonic power on his body rolled up, causing his messy long hair to fly behind his head.
At the same time, it also allowed those people to recognize Zhou Yan's identity.
"Master Zhou" The young sect leader is not dead, and he and others actually called him a waste in front of the young sect leader, and still smiled and looked forward to his death.
If the elders of the sect find out about this, what will happen?
Those people looked at Zhou Yan, their eyes widened, and they said in disbelief.
Meng Feng, who was originally seriously injured, closed his eyes and passed out.
"The following is my fault.
If you still treat me like someone else's dog and don't teach you a lesson, do you really think I'm easy to bully?"
There was a hint of coldness at the corner of Zhou Yan's mouth, and he ducked on the spot.
He continued to attack with his fists and whip legs, knocking all those people to the ground.
"I said, as long as I don't die, I will take back everything I have and make you pay the price."
Those people were all lying on the ground.
Zhou Yan whispered and walked towards the main peak.
Those people are just small fish and shrimps.
Even if they are killed, they will not be able to shake anything.
He will teach them a lesson and only get some interest back.
What he wants to deal with is Leng Zhuxi: