Immortal Cultivating Dynasty

"You want to die." Seeing that Yang Xuan still wanted to fight Feng Baifan, Zheng Shan immediately became anxious. After a loud roar, the whole man rose up and smashed Yang Xuan with a huge momentum on his fist.

But Yang Xuan put the water cutting sword on Feng Baifan's neck, looked at Zheng Shan with a smile and said, "if you want him to die, just come here."

"You, you have seed, we'll see." Zheng Shan's eyes were murderous. After pointing to Yang Xuan, he turned and left.

At this time, Yang Xuan felt that he didn't react. Originally, he thought that even if Feng Baifan was a hostage, the two would have to tangle and even fight each other to have a result. However, Zheng Shan turned away without hesitation, which made Yang Xuan some unresponsive.

However, since Zheng Shan is gone, Yang Xuan will not take the initiative to catch up.

He first searched for Feng Baifan and soon found the storage bag of Feng Baifan. The thunder wing skill he bought at the auction was obviously placed here.

But there were only tens of thousands of spirit stones in the storage bag except the thunder wing, which made Yang Xuan feel a little strange. However, he was the same at random. Although Feng Baifan once shouted the sky high price of 10 million spirit stones and the remains of Yang Xuan's competitors at the auction, a large part of the 10 million yuan must not be his own. If he guessed correctly, it should be made up with the young man who said he would join hands with Feng Baifan at the auction, But later, neither of them got the venerable's remains, so the money was naturally returned to its original owner.

In order to deal with the robbery, Feng Baifan spent a lot of money on magic tools, and the spirit stone on her body cost 7788.

Thinking of this, Yang Xuan found out those magic tools again. Although many of the previous magic tools were disposable and many were damaged under the disaster, those that could survive the disaster were the most precious part of all the magic tools Feng Baifan bought this time. This part is now cheaper, Yang Xuan.

After putting these things away, Yang Xuan laughed and swaggered towards the blood bat city. At the same time, countless people in the blood bat city spread their divine consciousness towards this side and began to check the war situation here.

They were all people who didn't care about the war, but unexpectedly, Yang Xuan won from Feng Baifan with his own strength, so they came to join the fun.

But when they saw that Feng Baifan broke an arm and was scratched by the overflowing sword gas, they were silent for a long time.

The strength of Zhongzhou is not strong. Even a monk in the seventh territory has never been a top strong man in Zhongzhou.

But even so, it is definitely not something that a little monk at the beginning of the sixth realm can defeat.

And from the state when Yang Xuan left, it was obvious that he didn't suffer too much injury when defeating Feng Baifan.

Yang Xuan returns to the blood bat city again and stares at the observation of countless people in the city. Yang Xuan walks into the red bat Hotel and then returns to his room. Yunyan and others have been waiting here for a long time. Although they are very worried about Yang Xuan, they also know that with their own strength, even if they go to find the trouble of Feng Baifan with Yang Xuan, they can only be a drag, so they have to stay in the hotel.

When they saw Yang Xuan coming back, they were overjoyed. They hurried forward and hugged Yang Xuan, ready to celebrate. But what they didn't expect was that just after Li Qing's hand was put on Yang Xuan's shoulder, Yang Xuan suddenly blacked out and fell down with a plop.

With this group of people who reacted very quickly, Yang Xuan naturally couldn't fall to the ground. After they hurriedly held Yang Xuan and put him back to bed, they began to worry about Yang Xuan one by one.

"Young Lord, what's the matter? Did you get seriously injured, but I didn't find it?" A man said strangely after checking Yang Xuan's body.

"I don't know. Did you say which wind Baifan poisoned the little Lord, but the little Lord poisoned it after he returned to the hotel?" This is another person's guess.

At this time, Yunyan, who knew some medical skills, came forward and gave Yang Xuan a pulse. Then he turned his head, gave everyone a white eye and said, "you idiots, the young Lord is not hurt. He's just too tired to faint. Just let him have a good sleep."

"Oh." Everyone breathed a sigh of relief and then withdrew from the room.

In fact, it's not surprising that Yang Xuan suddenly appeared before and killed dozens of monks in the sixth realm who protected Feng Baifan's Dharma with their own strength. It was already a very spiritual thing.

Only Yang Xuan's skill is special, so he can afford to consume it. But there was a long-distance chase between Feng Baifan and Zheng Shan. Yang Xuan tried his best to escape. In the final face-to-face fight with Feng Baifan, Yang Xuan was even more nervous. He didn't solve Feng Baifan until the last sword was released.

But by this time, Yang Xuan had also entered the situation that the oil was exhausted and the lamp was dry. Just because there were so many people staring at him in the city, Yang Xuan insisted on walking back to the hotel in order not to let them see the flaw.

Yang Xuan lay in bed and fell asleep. In his sleep, he found that he had become a sword and was held in his hand by his master.

He desperately wanted to pass on his ideas to his master, but his master who knew nothing about swords never found out.

Just after the master fought with Yang Xuan for the first time, I don't know how many times, Yang Xuan finally broke into two sections in a crisp sound and fell to the ground.

The severe pain of waist cutting woke Yang Xuan from his sleep, but he found that he was lying in bed intact. It was dark outside, and the black dragon horn he got from wanlingzong and the water breaking sword he got from fengbaifan were neatly placed by his bed.

"Fool, are you awake?" The little Panther is sitting by the bed and watching Yang Xuan quietly. Seeing Yang Xuan wake up, the little Panther breathed a sigh of relief.

"How long have I slept? Is it night?" Yang Xuan looked at himself and asked.

The little Panther nodded and said, "you have been sleeping for two days. An old man who claims to be the city master has come to you these days, but they have been rejected by your men. I think the old man will be impatient. Do you want to have a look?"

"Lord?" Yang Xuan frowned, confused for a moment.

But the next moment, he suddenly slapped his head and jumped up from the bed and said, "my God, how can I forget this stubble."