Chapter 220 Chaos!

Huan Yin left. He had been wandering outside for two years since he left the sect. Now he had finished all the things he needed to do. It was time to return to Yangzhou.

Huan Yin flew in the air. He touched his Qiankun bag, where there was the task given to him by the sect two years ago - Lingyun Flower. He had never forgotten his mission to the sect for two years, and now he could finally go back to report.

"Everyone must have thought I was dead. This time when I go back, everyone will be surprised by me. Especially Master, I did not disappoint him. Not only did I complete the sect's mission, but I also destroyed the Wandu Sect. He will definitely be proud of me." Huan Yin showed a long-lost smile on his face, dispelling a lot of the murderous aura that had accumulated in his body in the past two years.

"And Yu'er, I want to go back and marry her!"

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Huan Yin's cultivation is no longer comparable to that of the past. Even Guo Yu is not as good as him now. He flew at full speed and entered the territory of Yangzhou in less than half a day.

Huan Yin looked at the mountains and forests under him and felt an indescribable sense of joy. He wanted to shout: "Finally, it's no longer ice and snow and grassland!"

"Bai Kui, this is where I grew up and where my sect is. This will also be where you live in the future." Huan Yin murmured softly, sending his divine thoughts to Bai Kui who was still sleeping in the Qiankun bag.

"By the way, there are my fellow disciples there, including the lovely Xiaotian, the honest Junior Brother Gao, and Junior Sister Xianyue. They will all like you."

"Oh yes, and Uncle Master Ye. I must let her see you first when I go back. You are already a member of my Sword Pavilion. Uncle Master Ye will definitely do his best to help you. She must have more ways than the White Tiger Tribe to wake you up as soon as possible."

Huan Yin's mind was full of thoughts, but they were all about his thoughts about his sect and the feelings of brotherhood with his fellow disciples. Just when he was thinking about it a little absent-mindedly, a voice suddenly came from the forest not far in front of him.

"Xiao Yu, do you dare to fight to the death with Wang today!" The voice was a little rough and familiar.

"Hmph, since you are looking for death, don't blame me for being ruthless!" This voice came from Xiao Yu of Yijian Peak.

Huan Yin's thoughts were interrupted by these two voices, and his brows frowned instantly. He spread his consciousness and wanted to see what was going on, but when he swept his consciousness, he was stunned.

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In the forest, Xiao Yu led a group of Yijian Peak disciples and Wang Luo led a group of Yudan Dao disciples to confront each other. Both of them had completely spread their cultivation and reached the point of drawing swords. Moreover, many of the disciples present had injuries, as if they had just fought before.

Wang Luo and Xiao Yu were the people with the highest cultivation in the two parties. They were both in the middle stage of Juli. It seems that they have worked hard in the past two years and have made great progress in their cultivation. However, there are more changes than this. Huan Yin can still feel the murderous aura from them. Although the murderous aura is very faint and far from being comparable to his own, it is still murderous aura.

In Huan Yin's eyes, Yangzhou has always been a peaceful place. Although there are some open and secret struggles between the various sects, there is basically no major conflict. And there are even fewer independent cultivators here, so there are very few cultivators in Yangzhou who carry murderous aura. Even if there are, they are those sect cultivators who have gone out for training and have experienced killing that they cannot experience in Yangzhou, just like Huan Yin himself.

But today, Huan Yin actually felt murderous aura from Xiao Yu and Wang Luo, and even the sect disciples following behind them also had this aura. How weird is this?

"Yangzhou is in chaos!" Huan Yin subconsciously had such a feeling in his heart. Although he thought it was incredible, he had killed frequently in recent years, and he knew that this was the best explanation.

"Okay, let me learn your Yunlin Sword Technique again!" Wang Luo shouted, took out the magic weapon directly, and put on a fighting posture.

When the disciples of the Yudan Dao behind Wang Luo saw Wang Luo preparing to fight, they all took out their magic weapons with fierce faces, as if these disciples of the sect were not afraid of being injured or dying.

"Kill!" Xiao Yu shouted, and took his fellow disciples to fight together. It seemed that the two sides were about to fight.

Suddenly, a strong pressure instantly enveloped the place where they were. The pressure was so strong that it was not comparable to that of the refining cultivators. It was the pressure that could only be emitted by the elders of the sect.

The disciples of Yijianfeng and Yudan Dao were all shocked. Knowing that a master had come here, they all slowed down at the same time, constantly scanning the surroundings, and cold sweat appeared on their foreheads.

"Which master is here? Wang Luo, a junior of Yudan Dao, is here to kill the evil thief of Yijianfeng. If the senior has nothing to do with the two sects, please don't bother to intervene!" Wang Luo shouted loudly under the pressure. He had to do this because the cultivation of this master he had not yet met was too strong, enough to change the entire battle situation between the two factions, and he had to know his current situation.

Finally, after a while, a monk in a white robe came out of the forest. This monk looked like a young man, but his face was full of vicissitudes that he should not have at his age, as if he had experienced many things. However, no matter how many vicissitudes he had, it could not cover up the heroic spirit between his eyebrows.

"I am Xiao Yu from Yijian Peak, and I am honored to meet you, Senior." The moment Huan Yin walked out, Xiao Yu quickly led the disciples of Yijian Peak behind him to bow down. Because after Huan Yin walked out, Xiao Yu was more certain that this "senior" had a high level of cultivation, and it would probably only take a thought to kill him. Moreover, the murderous aura on this "senior" was so strong that it almost condensed into substance, which reminded him of the rare killing cultivator in the legend. He didn't dare to provoke such a cultivator.

"Greetings, Senior!" The disciples of Yudan Dao also reacted quickly. They all bowed down to Huan Yin. They didn't want the "senior" in front of them to help the people of Yijian Peak because of impoliteness.

However, Wang Luo was the only exception. He didn't bow down. The moment Huan Yin walked out, he looked at Huan Yin with a shocked face, his lips kept trembling, but he seemed to be dumb and didn't say a word for a long time.

Finally, after Huan Yin walked to the middle of the forest, Wang Luo woke up from his extremely shocked expression: "Huan...Uncle Master Huan!"

When he called out like this, all the disciples around him did not feel strange, because they did not know Huan Yin. They could feel from Huan Yin's cultivation that he was an elder, and it was normal for Wang Luo to call him "Uncle Master". However, Wang Luo actually knew Huan Yin, which made the disciples of Yudan Dao feel relieved.

The other disciples did not understand what Wang Luo was saying, but Xiao Yu did. He reacted instantly, looked up at Huan Yin in the field with an unbelievable face, and was completely stunned.

"Huan...Master Huan...Huan Yin?" Xiao Yu subconsciously wanted to call Huan Yin "Junior Brother", but now Huan Yin's cultivation was so high that he felt it was inappropriate before he even called out, and immediately changed his words.

Huan Yin ignored their calls. His previous happy mood and endless thoughts had long since vanished. Now, there was only murderous intent around him, as if he was still in Yanzhou.

Huan Yin walked to the left side of the two opposing groups, bent down to pick up a white object, and asked, "Where is she?"

This white object was the Fox Fairy Crystal that Huan Yin had taken for Lan Yu when they met in the Secret Realm of the Demon Trapped. This Fox Fairy Crystal was the first beautiful memory of Lan Yu and Huan Yin. Although this thing was worthless in the eyes of others, Lan Yu always regarded it as a treasure and took it with him wherever he went. Because Lan Yu had said to Huan Yin more than once: "When you are not around, I can think of you when I look at it."

Now this Fox Fairy Crystal was so casually dropped next to the battlefield of the two sides. What does this mean? Doesn't Huan Yin know it? So his good mood along the way was gone in an instant, and the murderous intent around him was unconsciously emitted again.

Xiao Yu looked at the Fox Fairy Crystal in Huan Yin's hand and answered anxiously: "This is what Junior Sister Lan dropped. She is in trouble. Go and save her!"

"You can't save her, Ye..." Wang Luo was also anxious when he heard Xiao Yu say this, and he wanted to stop Huan Yin from saving Lan Yu. Back then, Wang Luo and Lan Yu had a good relationship. After all, they had been through life and death together in the Demon Trapped Secret Realm, but why is Wang Luo like this now?

Huan Yin didn't care what Wang Luo said. He directly dispersed his pressure, which made Wang Luo's pressure increase sharply, and he couldn't speak for a while.

"Where is she?" Huan Yin's voice became extremely cold, making everyone present feel like they were in an ice cellar in an instant. Even several disciples with low cultivation had been oppressed by Huan Yin and injured, and blood flowed from their mouths.

Xiao Yu's pressure also increased sharply. He felt that he didn't know Huan Yin at all, because Huan Yin in the past would not have such a strong murderous aura, would not be so cold, and would not be like a killing god like now!

"That direction, she went that direction, you have to hurry, her current situation is not good!" Xiao Yu said under the pressure of Huan Yin.

Huan Yin glanced at Xiao Yu, and a force of cultivation directly hit him, instantly dispelling the injuries in his body.

"I don't need to thank you for your great kindness!" When this sentence was still echoing in the field, Huan Yin's figure had disappeared.

After Huan Yin left, Xiao Yu and Wang Luo did not fight again, but stared at the direction where Huan Yin disappeared for a long time. They even doubted whether the man just now was Huan Yin. Where did the little cultivator who was kind, good, upright, and occasionally blushed and dazed because of embarrassment when he was young go?

And why is he so strong?