Immortal Cultivating Dynasty

"Yang Xuan, do you want to murder your fellow countrymen!"

Yang Shiji shivered and instinctively wanted to stay away from the pupils, but at the thought of Yang Zhuang still lying on the ground, he had to harden his head and scold.

As for the other man, he quietly retreated to the door and didn't even pick up his own sword. His face was full of horror.

One finger popped out and shot down the sword that condensed his aura. The gap between them was self-evident. Coupled with the frightening eyes, he wanted to leave here immediately.

In the cabin, the sunshine could no longer bring a trace of warmth, but made them cold all over.

"Damn it, it's coming again."

Yang Xuan ignored Yang Shi's scolding. He felt the violent power of the slow silence in his body and frowned.

It was the unknown force again. This time it was even stronger. There was a feeling that he was ready to come out, as if he could destroy the whole house as long as he stretched out his hand.

This power made him feel familiar and palpitating at the same time.

On weekdays, although he can't perfectly control it, he can at least grasp a general idea and won't cause any harm, but this time, he almost ran wild.

Yang Zhuang, who was lying on the ground, was still clasped by his wrist. The corners of his mouth were constantly overflowing with blood. His eyes were full of panic, as if he had seen some murderous thing.

His legs twitched twice from time to time, and he was paralyzed. He was no longer strong and domineering.

"Are you... Okay?"

Yang Xuan asked tentatively, with some embarrassment on his face.

In fact, at the beginning, he really just wanted Yang Zhuang to take away his hand. Unexpectedly, he happened to encounter the emergence of mysterious energy in his body, which was uncontrollable for the moment.

Yang Zhuang used all his physical strength at that time and didn't mobilize his aura at all. In this case, how could he withstand such a violent impact.

Hearing Yang Xuan's words, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, but he couldn't speak for a long time, but there was more blood overflowing from his mouth and a little blood foam.

"Brother Yangzhuang, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to."

Yang Xuan said seriously with his sincere expression. The unhappiness caused by these people had already disappeared, and his heart was full of guilt.

He bent down and grabbed Yang Zhuang's shoulder with one hand, trying to help him up.

"Well... Cough..."

Yang Zhuang stared at him with big copper bell eyes, as if he saw something terrible. His paralyzed body gushed out a force from nowhere, but it was forced to support and shrink back.

And such a rapid change stunned the two people in the rear.

They are all ready for a big war. Yang Shi has thought of all kinds of possible situations, but what he never thought was that Yang Xuan, who was like a demon God coming to the world at the last moment, changed his mouth and said it was not intentional?

It's not intentional to swing a strong man of nearly 200 kg back and forth twice, and dig a grave out of the crack in the ground?

Anger gradually rose on their faces, which looked more like an insult and contempt.

However, at the thought of Yang Xuan's strength just now, they tried to calm down, and rushing up like this was tantamount to looking for death.

Not to mention that Yang Xuan was also a friar in the later stage of the first stage. It was difficult for the two of them to be enemies with the strength he just swung Yang Zhuang.

That kind of strength can only be withstood by the strong and shameful guy Yang Zhuang. If they came here, they would end up half dead.

Even Yang Shi, who has never had a long memory, was a little counselled at this time. The scene just now was too shocking.

He has practiced immortality for many years. This way of throwing people around as sundries is the first time he has seen. It's false to say he's not afraid.

Yang Shi stared at Yang Xuan for a long time and found that he had no sign of continuing to fight. At present, he quickly resisted the words on his mouth and didn't dare to say anything more for fear that he would become the next one.

Originally, in his mind, the patriarch didn't let the later generations challenge Yang Xuan in order to protect him. After all, Yang Xuan had never been in contact with cultivation before. Even if he had the cultivation achievements in the later stage of the first stage, he probably took some shortcut. At most, it was just a newcomer. It was all crushed by his cultivation achievements.

But now he had an extremely absurd idea.

Is this guy really human? Do you still need protection? I'm afraid the patriarch wants to protect them.

The scarlet pupils that seemed to come from the evil ghost lingered in his mind for a long time.

Of course, Yang Xuan will not know this.

At this time, he can help Yang Zhuang up, and a gentle spiritual power flows into his body through his right hand, relieving the sequelae caused by the violent impact, and driving the aura in his body at the same time.

An immortal cultivator is different from ordinary people when his aura is collected in his body. Ordinary injuries are not particularly serious. He can recuperate and repair by running his aura.

Yangzhuang looks bleak, but fortunately its physical quality is high enough. It's more because the shock is too violent, resulting in visceral deviation.

Before long, the aura in his body made him recover a lot. At least, he could stand up by himself.

As soon as he got up, he quickly spread his spiritual power all over his body. At the same time, he couldn't help but step back and looked at Yang Xuan warily.

"Brother Yangzhuang, I'm really sorry. I didn't mean to."

Yang Xuan took a step forward and looked sincere. At least, he thinks so.

"Stay away from me! Cough..."

Yang Zhuang pondered. His tall body retreated two steps in a row. After looking at Yang Xuan with a complex look, he immediately turned and walked out. His steps were somewhat vain and impatient. He almost fell over halfway.

"Oh, forget it. I'll apologize later."

Yang Xuan shook his head with some regret and didn't catch up, but turned his eyes to Yang Shi.

Yang Shi's goose bumps suddenly burst with this look. He hesitated for a long time. Then he said coldly, "hum! Don't look, I Yang Shi dare."

After that, he went up, picked up the broom, swept the paper scraps on the ground together in twos and threes, then picked up the sword on the ground and left the yard with another person.

Even Yang Zhuang, the supporter, left. They didn't dare to stay for a long time. The speed was so fast that they disappeared in a blink of an eye.

"Alas! You... This..."

Yang Xuan looked at the two cobweb like cracks on the ground, and his always quiet face showed the color of distress.

He has always repaired the damage in the yard, but now the two cracks can't be solved by himself. I wanted these two people to help and find a knowledgeable person to solve it. I didn't expect them to run so fast.