Immortal Cultivating Dynasty

Yang Xuan followed the crowd out of his ear room. Finally, he stopped at the gate of the courtyard and looked at the back of those people who left. He didn't know what to say. Although he didn't know how precious Xu Xiang's authentic works were, he knew that Xu Xiang's calligraphy and painting attainments were the highest in the whole great Wei state for hundreds of years. When he reads books, he always pays attention to some parts about Xu Ruxian intentionally or unintentionally.

Finally, one day, he was excited and waved his pen. He found that his words were somewhat similar to Xu Xiang. When he wrote again, he found more similarities. Finally, he simply wrote about the situation of confusing the false with the true... Therefore, he chose the most similar one and deliberately stamped his own seal in order to distinguish the true from the false. Never thought, but today led to a misunderstanding.

Why don't you let him say a word and explain?

Forget it, fight it.

You can fight for my things if you want; But I can't even see or touch your things

Xiuxian... Xiuxian

No matter how many immortals are repaired, in the end, they don't show a robber's face and rob their own words face to face?

What's the use?

Thinking of these, Yang Xuan folded back to the main room, found the paper and pen, polished the ink, spread the rice paper flat on the table, closed his eyes and thought about the sixteen words. When he opened his eyes again, he had written and fell, and waved it immediately.

Sixteen big characters suddenly appeared on the paper, as if they had come back to life.

What as like as two peas in the snow, this time, standing here, you will be surprised to find that there is a certain master's temperament in the juvenile's behavior before and after the pen writing. It will be more astonishing to find that this character is exactly the same as the one that Yang Xiao was torn to him in two, even if he could not see the difference between the ink and the ink.

The two characters are written by the same person.

It's just that this man is not Xu xiangxu Ruxian.

Yang Xuan put down his brush, leaned down and blew a few breaths, then picked up the paper and gently shook it for a few times. Only then did he satisfactorily put away the calligraphy and paintings and prepare to find a hook to hang on the wall. He thought that if someone else came to rob them, he would take it down and give it to them. It would save time to rob them and hurt them

"Good word!"

At this time, a heartfelt exclamation suddenly sounded in the silent house, which startled Yang Xuan.

"It's really a good character! There is no one in the world who can understand Xu Ruxian's calligraphy so deeply! I didn't expect a genius like you in this small dilapidated house. Tut Tut, rare, rare..."

Who?!

Yang Xuan suddenly raised his head and looked at his head. He only saw a corner of black clothes there. Before he continued to look behind, the figure suddenly flew down and fell behind him. He raised his arm and smashed it at the back of his head.

Boom!

Yang Xuan didn't have time to react. He bumped his head on the table and lay down without movement.

The man in black showed a complete figure, masked, wearing a night clothes, not tall, some bald. He stepped forward, looked at Yang Xuan, and still didn't hesitate to praise.

"I'm really a genius. It doesn't look like eighteen yet? Forget it. I'll spare your life for the sake of your talent." Then he took the picture just written by Yang Xuan into his arms, looked around, and the cat was ready to leave.

Suddenly, a sense of crisis rose violently from behind him!

The man in black looked back and found that the boy lying on the table stood up straight, looked at him expressionless, and was walking towards him!

"You..."

He was surprised that his palm was light and heavy. He made sure that the other party was an ordinary person several times before he gave him a gentle hit to ensure that he could be unconscious for half an hour. However, the boy was not affected at all!

Is there something wrong with the strength of his hand? No, no way! There is no saying that an immortal in the second realm can't control his strength?

But what's going on?

Yang Xuan didn't speak. He stood up from the table. At that moment, his eyes always locked on the man in black. His expression was so cold and cold that he seemed to be a little higher than before.

Although the man in black was shocked, after the shock, more people still didn't care. No matter how magical, the other party is just a mortal. Even if he has surprised him several times over a period of time, it is impossible to fight with the immortals in the second realm? Before Yang Xuan came to him, he took the initiative to meet him and planned to start first. Just now, for the reason of cherishing his talent, he didn't kill him, but if the other party dares to block his way, he doesn't mind harvesting another human life.

Yang Xuan came very slowly, but the man in black was like a gust of wind. In an instant, he came to the young man, and then punched. The speed of this punch was also very fast, with a faint halo on it, which should be added some aura.

But the young man with a cold face didn't feel it. He was still moving forward, without stopping or avoiding.

"A mortal is a mortal. Even the first level practitioners dare not touch this fist, but you look indifferent. Do you really think I'm good with each other?"

The man in black sneered and suddenly increased his strength. The whole man came to Yang Xuan with his fist like lightning and burst out!

The energy came in an instant. At this time, there was finally a change of expression on Yang Xuan's indifferent face.

There was some excitement in his eyes. Yes, it was! He stood there, suddenly took a step forward, raised his hand just right, and punched back at the energy.

Bang!

Energy meets fist.

The fist remained motionless.

The energy is scattered.

The middle part produced a backflow, which returned faster than before, hit the man in black on the abdomen and crashed him into the courtyard.

Poof——

Everything happened too fast. Before the man in black could react what had happened, he fell into the hospital and sprayed a mouthful of blood

The man in black raised his head hard on the ground and looked at Yang Xuan. His eyes exposed to the black cloth were panic except panic.

"You... Who are you? I remember... The Yang family didn't..."

Before he finished, he fell to the sky.

I don't know whether to die or live.

Looking at the man in black lying across the yard, Yang Xuan's indifferent face gradually became normal. He made the action of closing his fist, wiped the cold sweat on his forehead, and whispered to himself, "I can't control it again..." his eyebrows soon twisted into a pimple.

This feeling only appeared once half a month ago. Unexpectedly, only more than ten days later, the same feeling appeared again and stayed longer than before.

What the hell is going on

Yang Xuan touched the back of his head, some happy, more worried.

He went to the yard, took the picture out of the man in black and took it back into his hand. I wanted to go back to the house to deal with my discomfort. At this time, a scarlet box suddenly rolled down from the man in black, grunting, and finally stopped steadily by his feet.

"This is..."

Yang Xuan's eyes were soon attracted.

The box is exquisitely carved with dragons and Phoenix. He leaned over to pick it up and found that there was a cold and heavy feeling in his hand.

He suddenly remembered what was lost in the city Lord's residence. It was said that it seemed to be a treasure such as a bead. Is it... What's in it?