Immortal Cultivating Dynasty

"Temptation? Hehe, your behavior is not just temptation. If Yang's cultivation is not acceptable, it would be bad today!"

Yang Xuan sneered.

As early as the beginning, he found that these so-called "Robbers" were not quite right. Hundreds of people besieged so many 20 people, but he didn't make any sense.

Anyone with a little brain took them down directly.

Especially the leader, although he was a little ferocious to the capital man named Zhang Yong and put the knife on it, he didn't take any practical action from beginning to end.

On the contrary, when he stood out, he had a big fight after only two or three sentences, as if he was coming at him.

Yang Xuan was a little angry. The knife that the man had cut before was real. If his cultivation was really only the first level, he would be seriously injured if he didn't die of terror.

Now, you want to expose a misunderstanding?

He never thought he was a big man.

After his mind moved, the aura on his body surface became more and more rich. The aura of Yin-Yang harmony was stronger than the ordinary aura. At this time, after covering his whole body, even the aura around the world seemed to be pulled and began to flow slowly around him.

"Immortal master... You... Are you..."

Beads of sweat rolled down Zhang Yong's forehead. He was just a mortal. He couldn't stand the pressure of friars in the third realm, let alone at such a close distance.

The old man's face was also a little ugly. The orange gourd hung in front of him and didn't dare to take it back.

"Ladies and gentlemen, although I Yang is an outsider, I don't allow others to bully me. What just happened, Taoist friends, you should know very well that you are also a person in the third realm!"

Yang Xuan looked at the old man with a sneer.

With his accomplishments, we can naturally distinguish the power of the big man when he chopped the knife. Now he is just trying to understand and pretending to be confused.

"This..."

The old man's face was tight and his eyebrows wrinkled. After thinking about it, he immediately said, "Taoist friend, brother Wu really did wrong before. In this way, can you give the old man a chance to make a round?"

Although Yang Xuan didn't make a move at this time, the aura on his body surface was already very strong, and there was the possibility of outbreak at any time. The old man was anxious and had to compromise.

"Oh? Tell me."

"Taoist friend, brother Wu and I are both worshipped in the palace. Since brother Wu didn't act properly just now and angered Taoist friend, it's better to let him take some compensation. In this way, we don't have to fight rashly."

The old man said kindly. Seeing that Yang Xuan didn't answer, he immediately winked at the big man behind him.

The big man surnamed Wu had already been shocked by Yang Xuan's accomplishments. Hearing the speech, he quickly put his hand on his waist and took out a small holding of spirit stone, which looked like seven or eight pieces.

"Former... Senior." The big man's voice trembled: "this is the spirit stone saved by the younger generation on weekdays. I have the right to make an apology. Please have a large number of elders. Don't be common with the younger generation."

It's good for a person in the second realm to fight against the friars in the third realm and survive.

If the old man had not shouted before, Yang Xuan's killing was not very strong. He would have been a corpse at this time.

At the thought of the green awn above the sword tip and the majestic spiritual power, the big man surnamed Wu shivered, put his hand on the storage bag and took out a vermilion fruit the size of half a fist.

The surface of the fruit is bumpy and uneven, as if it had been eaten by countless insects. However, although the appearance is a little ugly, the aroma is very strong.

As soon as he took it out, even Yang Xuan, who was separated by some distance, smelled a strong aroma.

"Elder, I have this quenched fruit. It took me a lot of effort to get it. Please accept it together."

Yang Xuan narrowed his eyes slightly and didn't answer, but pointed out. A faint white light suddenly shot out, fell on the spirit stone and red fruit, and brought it together.

The spirit stone was almost the same as those in his storage bag, but the so-called quenched fruit was much worse than those he picked from the wasteland.

At least, in terms of the richness of Reiki.

"What's the use of this fruit?"

He hesitated, frowned and asked.

The big man surnamed Wu and the old man were stunned, and their eyes were incredible.

Yang Xuan just glanced at them and immediately understood their ideas. He said faintly, "I come from a distant country. There is no such spiritual fruit there."

"I see."

The old man nodded and said, "Taoist friends don't know. This quenched fruit is also a rare treasure. It is used when refining medicine. Adding this fruit to the Dan furnace can increase the quality of the flame in a short time and greatly increase the probability of becoming a pill."

"Oh? That's a good thing."

Yang Xuan's face showed a trace of joy. He only heard about the alchemy occasionally. Although he didn't understand it very well, according to Yang Dingshan, everything that can get involved with alchemy is basically high-level things.

At least, the strength of the Yang family is hard to reach.

Of course, the most important thing is that he doesn't want to show his ignorance at present. In such a place where he can only rely on himself, if he shows his weakness, he may suffer a lot of hidden losses.

After putting the quenched fruit and those spiritual stones into the storage bag, he slowly dispersed the aura gathered on his body and took the immortal sword back into the scabbard behind him.

He had no intention of completely turning over with these people. In the final analysis, the other party still wanted to know his strength, and he also wanted to use the power of Jiang.

The reason why he kept pressing before was just to build up his prestige. It was beyond his expectation to get some Lingshi compensation unexpectedly.

Seeing Yang Xuan taking back his momentum, the old man was relieved. He put the gourd away and hung it around his waist.

The big man surnamed Wu was even softer, and the fear in his eyes had not dissipated until now.

"That's it. I won't bother you anymore, just..."

Yang Xuan looked at Zhao Yong: "I'll go to your country's leader to explain this. Please take care of yourself!"

With that, he returned to the carriage, leaving three people who looked at each other.

The nearly 100 people around the team were also confused and didn't know what to do.

"All right, why are you still staring? It's all scattered."

The big man surnamed Wu also returned to his horse and waved impatiently to the people around him. Nearly 100 men with long knives immediately dispersed.

Chapter 145 Jiangguo Palace

The old man ignored the anger of the big man surnamed Wu, but stared at the carriage where Yang Xuan was, with complex eyes.

"Old Zhuang..."

Zhang Yong came up with serious eyes and some worries in the depths.

"All right, all right, let's go. When we get to your majesty, it's really inappropriate."

The old man, known as Zhuang Lao, sighed leisurely and went to the carriage with Zhang Yong.

The motorcade continued to set out. After this farce, the people in the motorcade were still in shock. They all lowered their heads and thought in their hearts.