Immortal Cultivating Dynasty

However, Yang Xuan obviously wouldn't talk about these things, so he didn't pay attention. After knowing the general course of the matter from the man's mouth, Yang Xuan shook his head reluctantly, and then said, "well, I know. It's all right, you go."

"Then... Then I'll go?" The man seemed to be worried that after he left, Yang Xuan suddenly started on me. While leaving, he kept looking back at the direction of Yang Xuan, which made Yang Xuan feel a burst of laughter.

After getting rid of the man, Yang Xuan continued to walk in the direction of the city master's house.

Although the distance from the red bat hotel to the city hall is not far, Yang Xuan feels very uncomfortable being stared at like a monkey all the way, so Yang Xuan simply bought a black cloak in a clothing store on the street.

The cloak is made of black linen. Although it is airtight, the hem is very wide, so it doesn't look stuffy. Moreover, the hat of the cloak was very large and covered half of Yang Xuan's face. Even standing in front of Yang Xuan, he could only see his chin.

After Yang Xuan put on his cloak, he was obviously very satisfied.

Back on the street, this time there are fewer people looking at Yang Xuan. Even if someone looks at Yang Xuan, it's just a general look. In the blood bat City, many people don't want to show their identity, so they wear such a black cloak when they go out.

One come and two go. There is nothing strange about Yang Xuan's dress, except that it will make people feel a little curious.

When he came to the city Lord's residence, because the city Lord had explained to the gatekeeper before, after Yang Xuan showed his identity, the gatekeeper let Yang Xuan in without more obstruction.

The yard is still what Yang Xuan looked like when he came last time, but this time, there is a strong smell in it.

"At least in the middle of the seventh century." This is Yang Xuan's evaluation of the man.

Sure enough, after Yang Xuan came in, the man's divine knowledge swept in the direction of Yang Xuan. Yang Xuan couldn't help humming coldly, shocked back the divine knowledge, and then walked towards the inside.

In a pavilion at the corner of the small yard, two old people were sitting opposite each other.

"I said Wu Changlao, do you think this boy can really do that?" The Lord of blood bat city looked at another old man in front of him and asked suspiciously. The clothes worn by the old man sitting in front of the city Lord are made of high-grade silk and satin. This kind of silk and satin can only be produced in Dongzhou, and the output is very small. The annual output is only enough to sew 100 clothes, which is very popular among the high-level leaders of Dongzhou countries.

I just didn't expect that the old man in the northern region also had this kind of silk.

In addition to the clothes on his body, there was also the weak fluctuation of spiritual power constantly emanating from him.

This spiritual power fluctuation can be more than one, but there are several at the same time. Obviously, it is not the spiritual power of the old man's own strength, but some magic weapons carried by him. It can be seen from these details that the old man called Wu Changlao by the Lord of blood bat City obviously has an unusual status in the witch state.

"Xiao Luo, if you ask me like this, where can I give you the answer? In fact, even I have no bottom on this matter, but at present, we have only such a way." The old man called Wu Changlao said.

Suddenly, I saw a little surprise on his face.

Seeing something wrong with the expression on the old man's face, the city Lord noticed something, so he hurriedly asked, "what's the matter?"

Elder Wu shook his head and said, "it's all right. The people we want to see are coming."

With that, his eyes looked in the direction of the gate, and there was a man wearing a huge black cloak, slowly walking towards this side.

After seeing the city Lord, the man took off his black hat and showed a young face that looked a little black but very determined.

The young man was Yang Xuan. After seeing the city Lord, he also smiled and nodded to him.

"Come on, do it, little guy." Elder Wu pointed to a stone stool beside him and said to Yang Xuan. Yang Xuan's figure flashed and came to Wu Changlao's side. He also sat down impolitely.

After reaching for a cup of tea handed over by elder Wu, Yang Xuan looked at elder Wu and asked, "excuse me, is this the man from Wangui sect that the city Lord told me?"

"Yes, it's me. I'm Wu Changlao." The old man nodded with a smile and then said to Yang Xuan, "but before that, I still want to remind you that although you have a Yin Ling Na Yuan hand, it doesn't mean you are our evil king. Therefore, we can't help you until we have confirmed our identity."

"Oh? How can I prove my identity?" Wu Changlao's words made Yang Xuan feel uneasy. If this clue was broken from here, it would not be so easy for him to find another clue related to Yang Wuqi.

Wu Changlao obviously also saw the worry in Yang Xuan's heart and explained to Yang Xuan: "in fact, the legend you know is only a part widely spread outside. Strictly speaking, the legend is not what it is, or it is an abridged version of the story."

Yang Xuan nodded, not in a hurry, waiting for Wu Changlao to continue.

"As a matter of fact, we have encountered some troubles in the witch Kingdom, and this trouble is not easy to solve. So far, the best solution we can think of is this legend. There are many things hidden by us in the legend. Do you want to listen to us carefully?"

"But it doesn't matter." Yang Xuan nodded and said.

"In addition to the Yin spirit taking yuan hand, if you want to open the door of the underworld, you also need the Yang spirit breaking yuan hand cultivated by white Impermanence in black and white impermanence. These two skills, one Yin and one Yang, cooperate with each other to open the door of the underworld."

"Is that right? I don't know that Wu Changxiang doesn't believe in fate, but what I want to tell you is that I also practiced the second skill you said, Yang Ling breaking yuan hand."

"Really?" Yang Xuan's words brightened Wu Changlao's eyes. Some couldn't believe looking at Yang Xuan and seemed eager to confirm Yang Xuan's statement.

At this time, Yang Xuan has also run the Yang spirit to break the yuan hand. The hot breath came from Yang Xuan's arm, making the surrounding air a little dry and hot.

After finding this, as like as two peas, Yang Xuan, standing up from his chair, said, "yes, this breath and the form of martial arts are almost the same as those of the Yangling broken hand in the literature." yes, it's you.