Immortal Cultivating Dynasty

At the same time, on him, a wave of aura suddenly sent out and stirred in the hut.

Yang Xuan glanced at him faintly and ignored him. He moved. An invisible momentum suddenly surged out of his body. For a moment, the cabin seemed to be a vast sea. All the originally surging aura calmed down, and it was difficult to turn over any waves.

The big man looked stifled. He felt like he was in a deep mud and his body could hardly move.

In his heart, he quickly transferred his aura and swam around the body, which was relieved. Then he stepped back for several steps.

So did Yang Shi and another person, especially Yang Shi. He was under the greatest pressure and even showed a touch of panic on his face.

Now he is only one step away from the later stage of the first stage. Strictly speaking, the gap with Yang Xuan is not too large. This almost substantive sense of oppression is almost impossible to form.

He has only felt this feeling in Yang Dingshan and Yu yanen, and even more!

Fortunately, this sense of oppression did not last long. When they used their spiritual power to counteract this pressure, it quickly retreated like a tide, and the cabin returned to normal.

"A cover up! It must be a cover up!"

Yang Shi said secretly in his heart, and the panic on his face soon faded down and changed back to the color of arrogance.

"Yang Xuan, let me tell you the truth. This is Yang Zhuang's elder brother. He broke through to the later stage of the first stage as early as two months ago. During this period, he is constantly consolidating and has achieved some success. If you know the truth, you will let out Da Bi's quota. Don't occupy the pit and don't shit."

"Brother Yangzhuang... We'd better talk about the quota later."

Yang Xuan glanced at the big man, said something faintly, then went straight to the corner of the hut, picked up the broom and came back.

Standing in front of Yang Shi, he handed out the broom and said seriously: "brother Yang Shi, since you made these, you have to clean them for me naturally."

"What... What?"

Yang Shi was stunned. The big man named Yang Zhuang and another man were also stunned.

They stared at Yang Xuan's serious expression for a long time, as if they were looking at a fool. Soon, two unbridled laughter came out.

"Ha ha ha!"

Yang Shi's mouth almost opened to the root of his ear, and his eyes narrowed into a seam.

Pointing to Yang Xuan, he turned to Yang Zhuang and said, "you... Did you hear that? He asked me to help him sweep the floor! Ha ha ha!"

Another face also showed a look of contempt and laughed wildly.

Yang Zhuang ignored the two people. He tilted his neck and pushed away Yang Shi in front of him until he reached the front of Yang Xuan.

He is strong and tall, half a head taller than Yang Xuan.

"You may not know the current situation." Yang Zhuang said in a deep voice and put his right hand on Yang Xuan's shoulder.

"I'm talking to you. Put everything else aside, okay?"

The broad and thick hands were bronze in the sun, and the cyan veins could be seen faintly. On the strong arms, every muscle bulged.

He was exerting force, but it was only physical strength, not spiritual power.

Yang Xuan only felt that his shoulder seemed to carry ten thousand kilograms of force, and the place pressed by his big hand had gradually lost consciousness. He silently clenched his teeth, quietly resisted, and a blush gradually appeared on his face.

Yang Zhuang looked at his expression and couldn't help but feel happy. A ferocious smile appeared on his face, which increased his strength.

"Get your hands off me!"

A low voice came out suddenly, with a strong command tone.

He looked down and was about to satirize, but he was surprised and forgot by the scene in front of him.

Yang Xuan's eyes turned scarlet. It was as red as blood, covering the whole pupil, just like two lanterns in the night and the eyes of fierce ghosts.

Just at such a glance, all the cold hairs on his body stood up and instinctively wanted to pull his hand back. However, Yang Xuan's left hand was caught at his wrist just half way through.

Without time to respond, he felt a strong force coming from his hand, and his body immediately flew uncontrollably, falling behind Yang Xuan like a hill.

"Bang!"

With a loud noise, the whole cabin seemed to shake. In the inkstone on the table, the black ink swayed back and forth, splashed out a few drops, fell on the table and bloomed black flowers. But no one cared about it at this time.

There are several more cracks on the ground of the bluestone slab, which spread in all directions around Yangzhuang, like a cobweb.

Yang Xuan moved again.

His hand was still clasped on Yang Zhuang's wrist, but with a slight lift, he flew the whole belt of Yang Zhuang up and fell back into the distance.

The same loud noise, the same crack, is that there is no deviation in the amount of ink splashed in the inkstone.

The only difference, I'm afraid, is the blood overflowing from the corners of Yang Zhuang's mouth.

"Stop!"

At this time, the other two people on the side finally reacted. After a violent drink, they took out the matching sword from their waist, and the aura in the room surged again.

Seeing that Yang Zhuang, who had high hopes, was beaten and had no strength to fight back, they dared not leave any strength at the moment. The long sword was covered with white and green light, mixed with surging and tyrannical aura, and stabbed directly into Yang Xuan's lower abdomen.

Their speed is extremely fast, one left and one right, and the long sword is the ultimate in the twinkling of an eye.

Yang Xuan snorted coldly, and his scarlet eyes glanced at them. After stretching out his right hand, he flicked it gently, and the two fingers hit the other person's long sword.

Only a buzzing sound came, and the long sword covered with green light shook unceasingly. The man didn't notice for a moment and couldn't hold it. The long sword immediately took off and fell to the ground.

At the same time, Yang Xuan kicked out again and kicked Yang Shi's chest with the momentum of wind and thunder.

At this time, Yang Shi was surprised and angry. He wanted to force Yang Xuan to obey by their attack, so that he could let Yang Zhuang go. However, Yang Xuan didn't seem to compromise at all.

If this goes on, the sword in his hand will stab Yang Xuan first, but he dare not.

Not to mention that Yang Xuan was valued by the family at this time, and the patriarch loved him more. Even for ordinary children, if he really stabbed him, it would be the crime of murdering his fellow family. At least he would be punished for several years of confinement, and he would be isolated by the family from now on.

"What a madman!"

He scolded and shook his wrist. The sword turned sharply, and the whole man hid aside.

Yang Xuan's eyes looked over.

The scarlet pupils are cold in the heart.