Immortal Cultivating Dynasty

Yang Xuan didn't hide his murderous spirit. He walked towards the Tsing Yi building step by step. The waist token in his hand was dangling. Everyone only dared to stand three feet away from him, shocked.

Who is this person that can be so unscrupulous in the National Palace!

Naturally, the news reached the Tsing Yi building early. All the worshippers inside were like great enemies, gathered outside the building and waited with heavy faces.

Finally, Yang Xuan arrived.

Looking around in front of him, Yang Xuan frowned and said in a high voice, "where is Zhang Gaosi?"

How overbearing!

The young man should be so famous in the National Palace. Does he want to kill people like this?

Among the offerings in front of us, an older one came out and said coldly, "boy, what do you want to do?"

Yang Xuan didn't change his face and still shouted.

"Zhang Gaosi, where is it?"

It's deceptive! This is beating all the worshipped faces!

Several middle-aged worshippers couldn't bear it. They were about to make a move, but they were stopped by the old worshippers. They looked heavy and pointed to the token in Yang Xuan's hand.

It turned out that the temple Lord supported it. No wonder it was so overbearing.

They were stunned for a moment, and then they all stood back as if nothing had happened, as if it had nothing to do with themselves.

This picture made Yang Xuan sneer, and then stared coldly at the old sacrifice: "I asked for the last time, where is Zhang Gaosi?"

The old man pondered for a moment, finally sighed, turned back and said in a loud voice, "Zhang worship, people have come to the door, so don't hide."

As soon as the voice fell, he waved his sleeve robe, and the light in the Tsing Yi Building flashed. Then a man came out slowly.

Yang Xuan's murderous spirit suddenly rose two feet, and his eyes stared at him. Who else could this familiar face be?

Zhang Gaosi's face was gloomy and ferocious, but the waist token in Yang Xuan's hand made him very afraid and complicated in his heart.

"Boy, what do you mean? Ben's offering has no grievances with you. Do you want to trouble Ben's offering?"

"Hehe, Zhang Xianfeng, you have chased me for so long. Today I sent it to the door. Aren't you happy?"

"Nonsense!" Zhang Gaosi immediately blushed and seemed to be greatly slandered. He angrily said, "this worship has always been upright. When did he hurt you?"

He didn't admit it, and Yang Xuan didn't want to spend more time. As soon as he patted the storage bag, he pulled out the wooden sword and rushed over to Zhang Gaosi.

"It's useless to say more. Let's end the hatred between you and me today!"

The fire surged, and the sword tip came in a flash.

With the blessing of Xiao Hei, Yang Xuan's speed has reached a terrible level. After arriving in front of Zhang Gaosi, those worshippers flashed aside and began to wait and see.

After all, Zhang Gaosi is also one of the offerings. Naturally, his strength will not be too bad. He responded in an instant. He immediately turned his head and avoided Yang Xuan's sword, and then slapped back. His experienced combat experience taught Yang Xuan a lesson in an instant.

Bang!

A dull sound came out. Yang Xuansheng took the palm, followed by the golden light around him, and quickly dissolved the strength in the palm.

The boy's body refining skill is so clever!

Zhang Gaosi's eyes flickered for a moment, and then he took another palm. The angle was very insidious. He took it under Yang Xuan's ribs with a strange posture.

This is the most vulnerable place in the whole person. No matter how powerful the body refining skill is, it is always a cover door. Therefore, Zhang Gaosi is very confident.

But the next moment, Yang Xuan taught him a lesson with his own dragon soul formula.

The golden light flickered and the Dragon shadow roared. He dissolved Zhang Gaosi's palm power again, and then poked a sword into Zhang Gaosi's belly with a sneer.

"It's not too much for me to give you a sword after you've been slapped?"

His words rang through Zhang Gaosi's ears like a devil, which made Zhang Gaosi stare in horror.

"How can it be? How can there be such a body refining technique in this world? This door cover should be a common problem..."

"Zhang Xianfeng, you have a lot of combat experience, but sometimes it's not a good thing."

Yang Xuan smiled and pulled out the wooden sword in his hand. Looking at Zhang Gaosi's lower abdomen, there was a burning trace, a burning smell came out, and even the blood became a fog and slowly floated out.

"That's it!"

Yang Xuan took back his sword and turned to walk in the direction when he came. The present worshippers looked at Zhang Gaosi in surprise. He had knelt down slowly and his breath fell madly.

Before long, Zhang Gaosi had completely lost his vitality, and his wide eyes still looked incredible.

"One... One sword will solve it..." the middle-aged worshippers just now looked pale. If they didn't control themselves at that time, I'm afraid it would be Zhang Gaosi's end now.

"The boy's strength is so terrible that I'm afraid it's not peaceful in the future!" The old man murmured, his face full of vicissitudes. Finally, he sighed and took the people back to the building.

When Yang Xuan came back, Zhou Fengyuan's Zhu pen had just been put down, and Zhou fengmiao yawned and sat up leisurely.

"Are you back so soon?"

Zhou Fengyuan raised his head and looked at Yang Xuan with great satisfaction.

Xiao Fan has just come to report it. Yang Xuan took Zhang Gaosi's life at the cost of the other party's two palms, and made a blockbuster in front of Qingyi building.

Yang Xuan patted his sleeve lightly and put his waist card on the table in front of Zhou Fengyuan.

"Thank you for your kindness. The grievances between the younger generation and Zhang Xian have been solved."

"Excellent." Zhou Fengyuan gently put away his waist token, then looked at Zhou fengmiao and said, "fengmiao, take the Pearl."

Zhou fengmiao nodded and looked at Yang Xuan strangely. Then he went to the back of the hall and came out with a delicate bead a moment later.

"Yang Xuan, I've solved your problem. Now let's solve my problem!"

Zhou Fengyuan waved and photographed the beads out of thin air. Then he aimed one side at Yang Xuan.

Yang Xuan frowned, still caught the bead with his hand, and wondered, "Hall Lord, what's the matter with you looking for me? It won't just let me and Zhang Xianfeng solve their grievances?"

"Of course not. It's just to relieve your resentment and not affect the test."

"Test?"

Yang Xuan was more confused.

"Yes, but the specific matters are very important. I can't tell you in detail. I'll tell you slowly after you pass the test."