Fantasy: My Brothers Are All Sons Of Fortune

Yang Xuan couldn't help but smile when he saw this, and he had to say that he should also thank Guo Junyuan's father.

In the following time, Yutian Pavilion recruited more and more disciples faster and more people.

In just one hour, there were more than 200 people in Yutian Pavilion.

After confirming that there was nothing wrong with it, Yang Xuan directly arranged for him to take him back to the Twin Peaks rookie area.

Yang Xuan took out a recliner out of nowhere, and placed it directly beside the red-robed man on the ground.

"I don't know fellow daoist, what's your surname?" Yang Xuan, who was lying down, asked lightly.

"Boy, who are you? You'd better let me and my son go, or it will be too late to regret it later." The man in red glared at Yang Xuan, a trace of humiliation flashed in his eyes.

"Who am I? I am your son's teacher. As for regrets? I, Yang Xuan, have never regretted doing anything." Yang Xuan was unmoved at all, and rolled over lazily.

"Just relying on a respectable first rank, you want to accept my son as an apprentice, are you worthy? If there is something wrong with my son, I will try my best to make it difficult for you Yutian Pavilion."

The contempt and contempt on the red-robed man's face was completely undisguised, and a hint of madness flashed in his eyes.

However, just after the red-robed man finished speaking, he found a large group of people in the sky, more than a hundred people at least.

Everyone has a strong murderous look on them, and they can tell at a glance that the comer is not good.

"Boy, your Yutian Pavilion is going to be ruined." The man in the red robe gloated, as if waiting for a good show to unfold.

At this moment, not only the Yang Xuan people, but also the Nine Sects and other people who came to participate in the Sect Acceptance Ceremony.

The surging killing intent on those people could be felt from a long distance away.

"Old Fang, Shadow Seven."

"Pavilion Master/Young Master."

"The other party dared to make a move, and it was directly destroyed."

"Yes! Pavilion Master / Young Master."

When Yang Xuan saw the clothes on those people, he knew that someone had notified Luotianmen and Wuchen Pavilion.

Otherwise, they wouldn't have come hand in hand, and they were all strong in the respected realm, and there were six or seven of them in the ninth rank of respected realm.

"It's a pity, they didn't know it was me, otherwise they wouldn't send such a low-level strength."

"Dage, I want to do it by myself this time." At this moment, Yang Hao appeared next to Yang Xuan at some point, his eyes were red.

Yang Xuan looked at Yang Hao in this state, and he probably understood something. This may be because the enemy is extremely jealous when they meet.

"At that time, it was supposed to be the people from Beixuanying Pavilion, why are you so excited?"

"No, Dage, there are also people from Luotianmen in the Imperial Realm and King Realm battlefields, and there are not a few of them." Yang Hao clenched his fists tightly and said word by word.

"Okay, pay attention to safety, do what you can, anyone who kills is killed, as long as the result is achieved, the process is not important." Yang Xuan urged.

"Dage, I will." Yang Hao nodded. "I just kept it in my heart for a long time, and now I have a chance to vent it."

"Haha... what did I hear? Two scumbags of the first rank of the respected state are actually discussing how to destroy a group of people of the ninth rank of the respected state. It is simply slippery..."

Snapped!

Yang Xuan casually slapped the opponent on the head.

"Noisy!"

"Boy, you are looking for death, you are mad at daddy."

The man in the red robe was stunned for three breaths, and when he realized it, he jumped into a rage.

"It's a miracle that your character can survive to this day."

"However, I can understand it. If I'm not mistaken, you should have gone wrong in your cultivation, which caused the fire poison to hurt the origin and soul."

Yang Xuan didn't pay attention to the group of people who came at this time at all, but chatted with the man in red with great interest.

"You...can you see my injuries?" At this moment, the red-robed man was stunned by Yang Xuan's words.

 …

"Yutian Pavilion, dare to kill the disciples of Wuchen Pavilion, snatch the disciples of Luotianmen, and follow the order of the pavilion master, kill them on the spot!"

When Yang Xuan was chatting with the red-robed man, the crowd above directly issued a kill order for Yutian Pavilion.

Dozens of powerhouses of the fifth, sixth, and seventh ranks of the dignified state came down mightily.

Boom boom boom...

Yang Hao directly exploded with an aura that far surpassed that of the first rank powerhouses in the prestige realm, and volleyed towards the three of them.

Attempt to fight more with less, with low Realm against high Realm.

"Young Master, let me go up too, otherwise the second Young Master alone will not be able to take care of the others."

"Go ahead, solve it in one go, and leave the three people stopped by the second child to him to deal with."

"Yes, Young Master."

Immediately, Shadow Seven disappeared in place, and The next moment appeared directly in the crowd above.

A big palm that lifted the sky pressed towards them.

This time, Shadow Seven was able to completely control his own Saint's aura. With this slap, the power did not dissipate in the slightest.

"What is this? It's scary. I feel like I can't breathe from such a distance."

"My dear, it doesn't look powerful, but why is my heart trembling inexplicably."

"Is this? Saint? Why does it feel stronger than the ninth rank of the respected realm?"

"Quick, run a little further, Saint's shot, Saint's shot."

"Isn't that from Yutian Pavilion? They even have Saint."

 …

Not only the people of Luotianmen and Wuchen Pavilion were frightened, but even the people below started to flee in all directions and flew away.

"presumptuous,"

"court death,"

"Saint? No, half-saint."

"Quick, let's work together to bombard this palm."

The people from Luotianmen and Wuchen Pavilion frantically played a set of Fist Technique. When the palm that crushed the sky came to the top of their heads, the palm only slightly faded.

"No, how could they have half saints."

A rank-9 powerhouse in the dignified state roared unwillingly. Although he could barely hold on, those five, six, and seven-rank dignified powerhouses couldn't stop him at all.

boom......

Puff puff...

A series of sounds of bodies exploding can be heard endlessly.

The sky above the square suddenly turned bloody, and it rained blood. The strong and pungent smell of blood made people sick.

Especially those young masters who have been protected by their families, who have never seen such a scene.

He started retching on the spot, and even blocked his own breathing temporarily.

In the crowd that was originally vast, there were only a few sparse Ninth-Rank powerhouses left, and a few Eighth-Ranks who barely made it through, crumbling.

"Yutian Pavilion, our Luotianmen will never die with you."

"Our Wuchen Pavilion will definitely recover today's debt for us."

After several people said a few words sonorously, they turned around and headed in the direction they came from, and fled quickly, with a step of three thousand miles, and in an instant, they had already reached the end of the sky.