Chapter 1651 Being Designed by Others, Causing Grievances for No Reason

"what is this?"

A strange light shot out of Ziyuan's eyes.

"No, nothing..."

Yang Qingxuan's body trembled, and he wanted to hide the letter, but it was obviously impossible, and he immediately realized that something was wrong.

"Ugh!"

After Yang Qingxuan panicked for a while, he immediately understood that he could only tell the truth, so he spread out the letters in his hands and said, "It was written by some little girls who don't know much about the world, and I just entrusted the elders of the academy to deliver it to me. If you don't like it, I will Just burn it."

"Oh—little girl—"

Zi Yuan dragged her voice, and said, "You mean, if I like it, you can still keep it?"

Yang Qingxuan hurriedly said: "Don't dare." As he spoke, a cluster of flames sprang up in the palm of his hand, and the bright tongue of fire burned the letters, emitting a warm light.

The two of them looked at each other through the firelight, and couldn't help chuckling as they watched.

Those letters were burned to ashes in an instant.

The bright flames disappeared, and the cool radiance fell, covering his shoulders.

My heart is full of warmth.

Afterwards, the two joined hands, turned into streamers, shuttled under the bright moon, and went to the distance.

It didn't go far, and it flew down on a wilderness.

It is not very far from Mengling City and Tiancong Martial Arts Hall.

Yang Qingxuan looked around, his fiery eyes flashed, and immediately saw a person in front of him with his back turned to him, his fat figure was still hard to be concealed by the rattling loose robe.

"Fatty Pan."

Ziyuan cried out in surprise, and was about to go up, but was stopped by Yang Qingxuan, Ziyuan was slightly startled, and immediately realized what was going on.

Yang Qingxuan stood in place, standing still.

Suddenly Fatty Pan's voice came and said, "Why, you dare not come up?"

Yang Qingxuan said: "It's not that I don't dare to come up, but I'm afraid of something beyond my control. For example, Fatty Pan's body has problems."

"Hehe, you are very sharp and smart. No wonder, no wonder."

"Fatty Pan" laughed a few times before turning around. It was indeed Fatty Pan's face, fair and round, but there were bruises under his eyes, and a cold light shone in his eyes.

I don't know what he meant by "no wonder".

Yang Qingxuan's face darkened, and he said coldly: "Who are you?"

"Fatty Pan" raised his eyebrows and said with a sneer, "It doesn't matter who I am, the important thing is that you die!"

With a sway of his fat body, he jumped up in the air and slapped him with a palm.

Under the palm, a large cloud of black air was released, like a whirlwind.

Yang Qingxuan kept his sharp eyes running from beginning to end, and now he finally saw the abnormality clearly, and said with a sneer, "So that's how it is."

As he spoke, he took a step forward and slapped his hand casually, and it was the Nine Thousand Fenghua Jue.

All the black air was blown away in an instant, and the force of the palm pressed against the wind element, no matter how hard it was to make an inch, "Fatty Pan" showed surprise on his face.

Yang Qingxuan sneered and said: "What kind of ghosts and monsters dare to make trouble in front of me, you want to die!"

With a flash of the sword mark between the eyebrows, a mighty force of the martial spirit was captured in the air.

Fatty Pan's soul light flashed, as if there was a howling sound, and the soul light disappeared instantly.

As soon as Yang Qingxuan's figure flickered, he appeared next to Fatty Pan, and with a light push, that fat body flew towards Ziyuan.

At the same time, Yang Qingxuan raised his hand to pat again, and a fiery flame formed under his palm, and patted somewhere in the void.

Two blazing suns came out one after another, chasing each other.

"Not good! Lord, save me!"

In the void, a black figure appeared, and the moment it appeared, it fled into the distance.

Previously, under Yang Qingxuan's piercing eyes, he could see that Fatty Pan was controlled by a possessed martial spirit, similar to Shangguan Haitang's "ghost upper body" martial spirit back then.

So the simple and clear move of the martial soul suppressed the past, and shattered the possessed martial soul, and then by capturing the fluctuation of the martial soul, the piercing eyes immediately discovered the hiding place of the martial artist.

"Humph."

A gloomy cold snort sounded, and then a crimson light flashed in the air, like scarlet blood, striking under the two scorching suns.

"Boom!"

Eryang Chasing the Sun's move was broken in an instant.

The blood-red brilliance continued unabated, rolling towards Yang Qingxuan.

Yang Qingxuan took a breath, opened his mouth, and a dragon's breath poured out along with the dragon's chant.

The bloody light stagnated in the air, and was instantly broken through, scattering in all directions.

In front, suddenly there were more than ten figures, the Wu Xiu who controlled Fatty Pan stood awkwardly in the crowd.

In the front is an old man with a gloomy complexion, with a dry but straight figure, and his facial features are as sharp as a knife made of iron. His whole body is hidden in a brown robe, and his aura is chilling.

Yang Qingxuan clasped his hands in front of his chest, and said in surprise: "Old man, don't we seem to know each other?"

"Huh", the old man snorted coldly, his eyes were extremely dark.

At this moment, Fatty Pan in the distance suddenly yelled "Ah", then woke up dancing and shouting: "Run, run!"

Ziyuan tapped his head lightly, and said with a smile: "I can't run away, get up and die."

Fatty Pan was stunned for a moment, and then he saw clearly, and said ecstatically, "Sister Ziyuan! Boss!"

Fatty Pan suddenly jumped up from the ground, ran to Yang Qingxuan, pointed at the old man, and shouted: "Boss, he is Lord Xia! He wants to kill you!"

Yang Qingxuan said: "Master Xia? I remembered, I remember you said that among the four masters, Lord Xia is the most mysterious and unpredictable. He has not asked about world affairs for many years, and he has not seen anyone. How could he harm me as soon as he came out? "

Yang Qingxuan was puzzled, pointed to the old man and said, "Did I dig your ancestral grave?"

Master Xia's face was gloomy, his cheekbones kept moving, and he said coldly: "Kill! Kill Pan Haixing and this woman! Yang Qingxuan, I will personally send him back to the west!"

I stepped forward, and if the endless night enveloped the huge aura, it would envelop Yang Qingxuan.

The dozen or so martial cultivators behind Master Xia scattered and ran like bats, surrounding Ziyuan and Fatty Pan.

Yang Qingxuan's face changed suddenly, and he shouted: "Damn, who are you? It's really shameless to do it without clearly explaining the grievances!"

As he said that, with a flash of light in his right hand, Tianxu swiped towards the void.

The golden radiance pierced through Qiongye, splitting Lord Xia's aura at once.

But in an instant, that aura condensed again, turning into a more powerful aura, rolling down from the sky, just like the real thing!

Yang Qingxuan's face changed drastically, and he exclaimed, "King of the Realm!"

In fact, he wasn't worried about the king of the world. He had seen more kings of the world than women along the way.

What made him inexplicably strange was when did he offend a realm king again out of thin air? Moreover, he is also the most mysterious Lord Xia in the exchange.

After knowing that the opponent was the king of the realm, Yang Qingxuan didn't bother to fight anymore, but under the shaking of his figure, a green sword energy shot out.

The powerful sword intent spread out.

Under the entire sky, it immediately turned into a boundless wasteland, the sky and the earth were dark, the moon was dark and the wind was high, countless ghosts screamed out, and the whole surrounding area was like a graveyard in the underworld.