Fang Yuan instantly pinned a huge accusation on Yang Yan, with an air of righteous indignation and deep disgust, leaving Yang Yan, who was accustomed to all sorts of treacherous faces, quite astonished.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh!
It was not the sound of hidden weapons.
In the sky, several longswords whizzed by, their piercing sound lingering for a long time.
The sword lights that had originally left surprisingly turned back.
At the forefront, the broad silhouette was the most striking.
"I want to see who dares to disgrace my good brother?"
After the sword lights descended, several figures landed, and they stood in a row in front of Yang Yan.
Everyone wore a broad smile, greeting Yang Yan humbly.
"Yang! Greetings Yang!"
"Yang, what a coincidence!"
"Yang, are you in trouble?"
...
Little Fatty Gu Sheng looked at the scene before him, his mouth agape.
This...
A group of Outer Sect disciples in blue robes were fawning over his master Yang Yan?
