"Your kid's eyesight has to be practiced again. What does it mean to be a treasure?" Yan Jian snorted, looked at Ye Xiu slowly with a cold look, and said: "The practice hall is destroyed, and this thing is still intact. It can be concluded from this point alone that the painting in his hand, even if it is not the treasure of the Immortal Sect, is of extraordinary material."

"If you don't want to die, just hand over the painting." Yan Jian even drew out the long sword with a buzzing sound, and looked at Ye Xiu with murderous intention. He was going to make a decision. Unless Yan Bingyun comes here in person, it would be useless for anyone to plead. This cannot be blamed for taking the lead. According to the rules of the Demon Sword Pavilion, as long as this painting was found by himself, no matter who fell into the hands of whom, he could get a share of the pie. If Ye Xiu handed over to Yan Bingyun, it would have nothing to do with him. This account is easy to settle.

"I promised Master Yan, you are a forceful person." Ye Xiu frowned and said slowly.

"Why, I want to use the senior brother to suppress us?" Yan Jian sneered a few times, looked at Ye Xiu's mocking, and said, "What do you agree with me have to do with me? How to explain it is your own business, not to mention that we saw this painting first, you just picked it up first, are you right?"

"No...yes."

"It's what Senior Brother Jiandu saw first."

"I testify!"

"I can testify too..."

"Steal the painting."

“…”

These sword cultivators became more and more excited as they shouted, and they almost drew their swords and slashed people.

Yan Jiandu also chuckled lightly, looking at Ye Xiu with a hint of pride on his face.

You just want to fight with me...

"The people from the Demon Sword Pavilion are really disgusting." Luo Yuheng couldn't stand it anymore. He looked at Yan Jian with disgust and sneered on his face behind the veil.

Hearing the word "disgusting", Yan Jiandu's face suddenly became cold. His sword intent raged, and he stared at her and warned, "Luo Yuheng, you can scold me. If you are involved in the Demon Sword Pavilion, I'm afraid you can't bear the anger of Master and the others. Don't think that the Killing Dan Realm is so great. In our Demon Sword Pavilion, Killing Dan is just that."

Luo Yuheng was choked very much.

The pretty face is cold.

The back teeth were almost broken, but she had no choice but to use these sword cultivators, and she had no choice but to refute. The Demon Sword Pavilion is indeed very powerful. There are several people in the Nascent Soul Realm alone. If she killed these people, with her current strength, she really couldn't bear the anger of the Demon Sword Pavilion.

"Haha, are all the people in Zhou Wu Dynasty so backbone?" Seeing Ye Xiu not responding for a long time and unmoved, Yan Jian also showed a warm and angry look on his face. Although he was not as powerful as Yan Bingyun in the Demon Sword Pavilion and was not as favored by Yan Yunshang, he was still a second-generation disciple at least, and he could barely be considered a top-notch. He looked at Ye Xiu with a cold look: "I have limited patience. If I don't hand over the painting, don't blame me for not giving Master Luo's face."

"So, there is no need to discuss it?" Ye Xiu sighed and looked at him helplessly.

"What are you discussing? Will you hide this painting and bring it back to Zhou Wuchao?" Yan Jian said with a cold smile.

"I don't want to kill someone yet, why bother?" Ye Xiu shook his head, his eyes suddenly cold. Before Yan Jian could react, he reached out and grabbed his neck. His five fingers formed claws, and he pinched his neck with a "splash" sound, and instantly raised him up.
Chapter completed!