Hearing the footsteps coming from behind, Tang Yan looked back.

An San's eyes turned cold and he took a small step forward calmly.

After keenly noticing the murderous intent and coldness in An San's eyes, the angry and hot-headed monks finally sobered up a little.

Tang Yan raised his eyebrows and looked at the dissatisfaction and anger on these people's faces, and the aura around him shook.

The cold and chilling murderous aura and the domineering and powerful force of divine punishment lingered around his body.

The aura is several times stronger than that of an ordinary divine cultivator, and it is both overbearing and dangerous.

His entire body was filled with a terrifying and awe-inspiring aura of divine might.

Everyone felt a pain in their souls, blood flowed from the corners of their mouths, and their legs became weak uncontrollably.

"bang bang bang"

Immediately afterwards, a group of people knelt on the ground in front of Tang Yan.

The knee hits very loudly, and if you listen carefully you can hear the sound of the kneecap crushing.

An San behind him secretly groaned in his heart, straightened his chest, and tried hard to support himself from kneeling down.

Tang Yan's sparkling peach blossom eyes were as cold as a frozen pond, and her rosy thin lips were slightly raised.

"What are you doing, fellow Taoists? You've just met me and you've performed this great ceremony of kneeling and bowing to me. I'm a little overwhelmed."

Everyone: "..."

No, I don’t know. Suddenly, their scalps went numb and they couldn’t help but kneel in front of Tang Yan.

The monks around who were not looking for trouble cast surprised and complicated looks at them, making their faces turn red.

He hurriedly climbed up to the ground.

The person arranged by the Wu family to cause trouble gritted his teeth and still suppressed his fear.

"Senior Tang, I heard that you and Senior Xiao relied on your powerful guards to openly break into the Wu family yesterday, injuring the head of the Wu family and stealing the family's treasures. Is this true or false? If it is true, please give us Pengxian Island an explanation, Senior Tang!"

"Heh!" Tang Yan sneered, raised his right hand and swung it violently.

A fierce spiritual power attack blasted towards the cultivator at the peak of the foundation building stage who was questioning him.

"Puff!" The man, whose soul had been hurt by Tang Yan's overwhelming pressure, spat out a large mouthful of blood.

His body was thrown backwards more than ten meters away, and after hitting the ground heavily, he was dragged for more than ten meters.

A conspicuous trail of blood was left on the ground.

"You are just a Foundation Establishment cultivator, yet you dare to question me and be disrespectful to me." Tang Yan's clear voice was extremely cold.

The man's face wrinkled up in pain and he passed out with a pale complexion.

The monks who were looking for trouble looked at Tang Yan with fear in their eyes. There was silence all around, and everyone was so nervous that their hearts almost jumped out of their chests.

At this moment, Tang Yan keenly sensed a flash of murderous intent somewhere.

He said calmly, "Pull out the bastard hiding in the dark."

"Yes."

Before An San could make a move, Wu Ling and several elders of the Wu family, who were hiding in the dark and watching everything, were kicked in the butt by a strong force.

Suppressed by overwhelming force.

He fell from the void uncontrollably, with his legs bent, and knelt in front of Tang Yan in an extremely embarrassed posture.

“Ahhhhhh” the heart-wrenching scream of pain was extremely loud.

Tang Yan leaned back and made a sitting motion.

The next moment, a dragon head throne made of top-grade ultra-rare ore and inlaid with countless spirit crystals appeared behind him.

An San and the three people in the dark stopped pretending.

The Mahayana Heavenly Venerable's cultivation and aura made everyone even more frightened and terrified.

Tang Yan leaned lazily and domineeringly against the back of the chair, his right arm resting on the right faucet armrest, with a playful smile on his handsome face.

As noble and inviolable as a royal family.

"Why? Has kneeling down and bowing to me as soon as you see me become a special greeting etiquette of your Pengxian Island?"

Wu Ling's face turned pale and he was in so much pain that he couldn't speak, but murderous intent was surging in his heart.

After a long pause, he said, "Junior Brother Tang, what do you mean? I have already given you the treasure, do you still want to kill people to silence them?"

He was suppressed and unable to get up, his eyes were full of anger and unwillingness.

The portrayal of a victim who was oppressed by a strong man and whose treasure was taken away was vividly portrayed.

Among the crowd of onlookers were powerful people from Pengxian Island and other islands, but when faced with a powerful Mahayana master, they did not dare to stand up for him.

Tang Yan ignored him and looked somewhere.

"Fellow Daoist Wu, please tell me, who does this thing belong to?"

Wu Xinyu led two powerful men at the peak of their combined power and squeezed in from the side.

"Senior, these two uncles were people who were close to my mother back then. They know everything about the jade pendant."

The powerful being behind her spoke hurriedly.

“What Wu Ling said about nephew Tang snatching the treasure is completely nonsense. The current Wu Family Ancestral Hall is the former site of my Li Family Ancestral Hall.

The jade pendant in the ancestral hall has been guarded by my Li family for thousands of years. Now the real owner of the jade pendant, my nephew Xiao Jixue, has come to retrieve it.

Wu Ling is a vicious person. He must have wanted to embezzle Xiao's things, but he failed and held a grudge, so he threw a large basin of black water on the two nephews. "

The monks present were in an uproar.

Those who believed the rumors turned pale and blue in the face, looking extremely ugly.

"You are talking nonsense! Li Qian! What do you know? Those are obviously Huahua's things, so they should belong to my Wu family."

Wu Ling roared angrily.

Li Qian punched him in the eye socket with bloodshot eyes.

"I'm talking nonsense? Ha! Wu Ling, during the internal strife fifty years ago, you colluded with outsiders to betray the island master Li Hua, causing the island master's death and only one in ten of the Li family's cultivators survived. However, you, a heartless person, happily ascended to the position of island master.

Fifty years! When you wake up in the middle of the night, will you dream of the former island owner coming to you with resentment and injustice to claim your life! ! "

What? There was such a big gossip fifty years ago? Besides, didn’t the owner of Wu Island love the owner of Li Island so much that he almost committed suicide for love?

Everyone was stunned.

Wu Xinyu, who had already learned everything about what happened from Tang Yan, covered her mouth exaggeratedly, took a step back, and was about to fall.

His face was full of disbelief.

"Father, father? You are responsible for mother's death..."

"Wuwuwu." Wu Xinyu burst into tears, "Mother is your closest Taoist partner, how could you hurt her!!"

The people around her looked at her with sympathy in their eyes.

Wu Ling was shocked and denied it flatly.

"No, I didn't, Yu'er, don't listen to his nonsense. I have never harmed your mother. I love her so much that I can't help myself. How could I possibly harm her!"

Li Qian roared, "Wuling, you bastard."

"Fifty years have passed. Do you think everything has returned to dust?"

"We, the survivors, live to expose your true colors and avenge the former island owner! We will take back Pengxian Island and the Three Thousand Islands that belong to the Li family!"

Li Qian took advantage of the fact that Wu Ling was controlled by An San.

He attacked Wu Ling like crazy.

After a while, Wu Ling was breathing in more than out, and was dying. He seemed to see the Hades in front of him.

Li Qian's eyes turned fierce, realizing that if he didn't use Tang Yan's hand to get rid of Wu Ling today.

Once Wu Ling escapes, he will no longer be someone they can deal with.

Li Qian clenched his fists, which were covered with rich and powerful power of heaven and earth.

He punched Wu Ling hard on the temple.

"Stop...stop!"

Wu Ling's pupils constricted, and his eyes were filled with fear of death.

He wanted to hide like crazy, but how could he hide under the aura of Mahayana Heavenly Venerable?

"boom!"

There was a fist-shaped hole in Wu Ling's head, and blood was splattered in white and red, which was horrifying and terrifying.

His pupils finally dilated and he fell backwards with his eyes open.

The flying soul was reduced to ashes at the glance of An San.

Several elders from the Wu family were stunned.

Wu Xinyu and Li Qian secretly breathed a sigh of relief and were ecstatic about Wu Ling's death.

Tang Yan glanced at the two of them and did not pursue the matter of them using An San to kill Wu Ling.

He opened his thin lips and said, "I will show you something else."