The end of this quasi-emperor peak is coming

Chapter 96: Visitors from the Purple Mansion Holy Land
Luo Yan didn't take the last man's words to heart, but turned to look at the destitute old man.

Compared to the crazy old madman, the old man in front of him looked more vicissitudes of life and more tired.

He trembled but could not utter a word. He was in disbelief and dared not believe it. He looked at the child cautiously.

"You...you are..."

"It's me, Wei Yi. I haven't seen you in six thousand years!"

"Why did you come just now? Why did you come just now? Brother Luo Yan... I have been waiting for you for six thousand years! It was so tiring to wait! I knew you would come back..." Wei Yi's voice was hoarse.

He was one of the three heroes of Tianxuan in the past, and was a figure who could be ranked alongside the Holy Son of Tianxuan and the young old madman. He was the youngest hero among the three.

But now, the Holy Son of Tianxuan has been sealed in this life, and the young madman has become a crazy old man, but his condition is better than his.

Only he, once the youngest of the three heroes, has become an old man on the verge of death.

"It's okay, no one will bully you anymore!"

Even without Luo Yan, these people can't hurt him, provided that he stops keeping a low profile.

"I have an elixir of immortality here, you take it first!" Luo Yan could see that his condition was very bad, and it was almost the end of his life. He would surely die within three hundred years.

Wei Yi was a little hesitant. As a saint, he naturally knew how precious this thing was.

"I still have some, don't worry about taking it!"

Wei Yi no longer hesitated and took the essence of the White Tiger Immortal Elixir from Luo Yan's hand.

The powerful vitality soon attracted the attention of the God City. In this era, the elixir of immortality is so precious. Luo Yan was able to produce a complete essence of the elixir of immortality, which was enough to alarm the old monsters in the God City.

But when they turned their gaze here and saw the old man who was recovering his strong blood energy, they retracted their gaze and transmitted the message frantically and quickly.

"It's him! The last saint of Tianxuan Holy Land..."

“No! We can’t let this person live in a second life! If he lives in a second life, it will be disadvantageous to us!” Someone said in a trembling voice. Back then, their force was one of the most important forces in looting the Tianxuan Holy Land. If Wei Yi lives in a second life, he will inevitably seek revenge on them!

"You want to attack him? Have you forgotten about the crazy old man who lives outside the ancient restricted area?"

"Him? How can he tell when he's already gone insane?"

"That old madman was once one of the three great men of Tianxuan, along with this man. Perhaps he is also a saint! It is said that someone once saw him having a normal conversation with the Saint of Tianxuan!"

The old monsters were silent, and finally just watched from the sidelines without going out to stop them.

If we fail to stop the old gatekeeper and he recovers, no one in the entire city of God will be able to stop him!
That's a saint!
Wei Yi has been in seclusion for seven days, and there is still no sign of waking up.

The stone archway of Tianxuan Holy Land was not open, but there were many more visitors outside the stone archway. Some of those people wanted to buy stones, some were passing by, and some wanted to climb into the stone archway.

In short, these people have only one purpose, which is to find out Wei Yi's condition!
The tree wanted to be still but the wind did not stop, and soon someone caused trouble.

"Brother, this is it, that weird little brat is in there!"

Luo Yan was waiting for Wei Yi to come out when he heard a voice outside the door.

The door was pushed open, and a group of monks in purple Taoist robes rushed in, mixed with some outsiders who came to watch the fun.

Luo Yan looked at the other person's attire and guessed, "Purple Mansion Holy Land?"

The young man in the lead glanced at Luo Yan and said, "You were the one who gave the magic medicine to that old man? It's such a waste of resources. It's a pity to let a half-dead old man not use the magic medicine that can increase his lifespan!"

He looked at the old man who was meditating with his eyes closed in the stone archway, and jealousy flashed in his eyes. Even he didn't have that kind of magical medicine, but an old man guarding the gate actually had the chance to take it!
Zhang Lu looked at Luo Yan again: "It was you who injured my brother a few days ago? Pay me a complete set of the life-extending elixir, and this matter will be over! If you can't produce it, let the forces behind you collect your body!

But I have inquired, and recently no important figures from the noble families or holy places in the East Wasteland have gone out for training!" "Are you threatening me on behalf of the Purple Mansion Holy Land?"

“Haha, you are not worthy of me threatening you on behalf of the Zifu Holy Land! The fact that you can defeat my brother with one move proves that you are quite powerful, perhaps even at the peak of the Dao Palace Secret Realm! But today I will let you know what it means that there are always people better than you and there are always things better than you!” Zhang Lu burst out with the might of the Four Extremes Secret Realm and took the initiative to swing his sword towards Luo Yan.

Although he said that he would spare his life, he was actually ready to kill Luo Yan and avenge his brother.

There was purple air lingering on the sword, containing a terrifying murderous intent.

"Crack!"

The purple sword fell on Luo Yan's body but did not cause any harm. It did not even cut his skin and did not leave any scars.

"What! This is impossible? What kind of physique is this?" Zhang Lu was shocked.

Looking at the purple sword again, the sword body broke into pieces and split open in an instant.

Luo Yan smiled coldly and threw a punch.

"Oh!"

The punch pierced Zhang Lu's chest on the spot. If he were not short, this punch would have hit Zhang Lu on the head and would have been enough to kill him with one blow.

"Uh... ah..."

"You dare to kill me?!" Zhang Lu was horrified. He felt a strong murderous intent in the other party's eyes, which was not concealed at all.

Luo Yan didn't waste any words and threw another punch.

"Bang!" A muffled sound was heard, and a corpse was lying on the ground with two fist-sized wounds on the chest. His eyes were wide open in disbelief.

Everyone gasped. This harmless child actually beat the genius of the Purple Mansion Holy Land to death.

Zhang Quan in the crowd shouted in shock and anger: "Brother!"

"I almost forgot, there's you too!"

Zhang Quan hurriedly stepped back, and a small fist as big as a bun had already landed on his face.

"Pfft!"

There was another headless corpse on the ground.

After doing all this, Luo Yan looked at them calmly.

"Are you here to kill me too?" Luo Yan asked, his eyes fully revealing murderous intent that moved back and forth between them.

"You killed Zhang Lu, the elders of Zifu Holy Land will not let you go!" A cultivator who was close to Zhang Lu shouted in the crowd.

Zhang Lu was a man of great talent, and was said to be being trained by the Purple Mansion Holy Land. He would have a chance to follow the Purple Mansion Holy Son in the future. But now he was beaten to death here. The strong men of the Purple Mansion Holy Land would definitely not let it go.

Luo Yan sneered, "My name is Luo Tianlin, I have the ability to ask the strong men of the Purple Mansion Holy Land to kill me!"

"Luo Tianlin? Do we have such a person in the Eastern Wilderness? Is there an ancient family with the surname Luo?" Seeing how confident he was, everyone immediately thought that this person came from a force that was not inferior to the Holy Land.

Someone seemed to have guessed something and said uncertainly: "It is said that there is a top family named Luo in the southern region of the Eastern Wasteland. Could this person be from there?"

"A top family with the surname Luo? Is it that powerful? No matter how powerful they are, can they be compared with the Holy Land?" Some cultivators in the Central Region did not know the truth.

(End of this chapter)