Chapter 491

As soon as "Ziyuan" ran out of Yang Qingxuan's attack range, she felt extremely dangerous. The oncoming sword was both long and short, fast and slow. The completely opposite effects appeared at the same time, making "Ziyuan" full of pain. His face was horrified, and he didn't even know how to hide.

The person who made the strike appeared in front of "Ziyuan" in an instant with the falling of the opposite sword force. It turned out to be the exact same face as his, but it was cold and murderous.

That "Ziyuan" gritted his teeth forcefully, and a thick-backed broadsword appeared in his hand, with a cold light on it and a sharp blade, he blocked it.

"boom!"

The Qi of the sword exploded directly, turning into countless fierce storms, cutting around, and "Ziyuan" also suffered countless sword wounds.

Although he barely held the sword, another sword approached behind him. The powerful sword energy seemed to be able to cover the world, and there was no way to avoid it.

"Boom!"

A sword stabbed directly through his shoulder blade.

That "Zi Yuan" spat out a mouthful of blood, and in great shock, she hurriedly retreated, sealing several vital points on her body.

After Yang Qingxuan made a sword, he came with another palm, bringing up fierce flames and pressing down violently.

That "Ziyuan" stared at the front in panic, gritted her teeth, turned her hands into palm blades, and pushed back.

"Boom!"

The flames were like waves, directly engulfing his figure. The violent force exploded, and a figure in a state of embarrassment flew upside down and fell straight down.

"Don't, don't kill me! As long as you don't kill me, you can say anything!"

"Ziyuan" was blasted to the ground, covered in blood, looked at the two of them in horror, and begged.

Yang Qingxuan stared at him coldly, and said coldly: "You still don't change your face? Do you want me to whip you with a shoe?!"

Only then did "Ziyuan" react, a flash of soul flashed on her body, and she wiped her face with her hand, and immediately turned into a white-faced man, with a face full of fear, looking at the two of them helplessly, looking very pitiful.

"Crack! Crack!—"

Yang Qingxuan took off his shoes, went up and slapped him more than a dozen times, his face was swollen on both sides, and his skin was ripped apart, so he relieved his anger and cursed: "Dare to pretend to be Ziyuan, I'll go crazy!"

The man's face was red and swollen, blood was all over his face, lying on the ground, his eyes were full of resentment and grievance, his sausage-like mouth opened and closed, and he whimpered, "Didn't you say that you won't slap me when you change back?"

Yang Qingxuan put on his shoes unhurriedly, and then sneered, "I'll let you change back, so that I can continue smoking, otherwise, with Zi Yuan's face, how can I start smoking?"

Ziyuan couldn't help but burst out laughing with a "puchi", and gave Yang Qingxuan a resentful look, but she was indescribably happy in her heart.

Yang Qingxuan looked back at her, and smiled softly: "Why did you turn back again?"

"I won't tell you."

Ziyuan snorted softly, with an unnatural expression on her face, she thought for a while before saying, "By the way, it is said that there will be a small market in three months, don't you plan to go shopping?"

In fact, she did not go far, she parked not far away, suddenly noticed a tremor in the distant space, and saw that Yang Qingxuan's figure was erased, she hurried over.

"Small square market?" Yang Qingxuan pinched his fingers to calculate the time, nodded and said: "Indeed, the annual Xutian City auction is coming soon, and there will be a seven-day small square market."

In Xutian City, in order to protect the interests of the major chambers of commerce, open transactions between martial artists are prohibited. Only the annual large-scale auction will be an exception to hold a seven-day Xiaofang City, allowing all warriors to conduct free and open transactions.

Therefore, those seven days will be the busiest time in Xutian City. All warriors who are short of money or who can't bear to be slaughtered will choose to trade during these seven days, and there will be a lot of good things with high quality and low price.

Yang Qingxuan was a little hesitant, because the three months, neither long nor short, were likely to be in deep retreat. Now that he has no shortage of spirit stones, he just wants to quickly rush to the ground steps and leave the ancient battlefield of Xutian, so he is not very interested in Nafang City and the auction.

Ziyuan lowered her head and said softly: "I just lifted it up at will, if you don't want to, forget it."

Yang Qingxuan's heart softened, and he couldn't bear to refuse anymore, and immediately agreed: "Okay, in three months' time, we will go shopping together in Fangshi and participate in the auction together."

Ziyuan hurriedly said: "I don't want it anymore, let's practice with peace of mind, everything is based on cultivation, don't delay, we agreed to work hard together."

Yang Qingxuan gently scratched the tip of her nose, and said with a smile: "It's only a few days, so what's the delay? Besides, if you can't come out of retreat all day, you will get autism. Come out to relax and combine work and rest to be able to progress faster."

Seeing that what he said was interesting, Ziyuan couldn't help laughing, even the man's appearance at the moment was indescribably charming.

The other man was lying on the ground, and when he saw the two men, you and me, he was so frightened that he got goosebumps all over his body, he struggled to get up from the ground, and said flatteringly, "You two big brothers, it's nothing to do with me." Alright, if it's okay, I'll go first."

"Snapped!"

Yang Qingxuan slapped him on the ground with a slap, and turned his face directly down. His face, which was originally bruised and bruised, was even less human-like, and the man screamed like a pig in pain.

Yang Qingxuan restrained his gentleness towards Ziyuan, walked over with a vicious look, stepped on his head fiercely, and said coldly: "It seems that you are really mentally retarded, you are really stupid, you fucking- Everyone is coming to kill me, but I think I'm fine, I can go, this IQ, I accept it!"

As he spoke, he stepped on a few feet hard, and the painful man's nose and tears flowed down.

"Don't, don't, don't hit me, woo woo woo..."

The man wept bitterly and begged loudly. He looked really pitiful, but his swollen face made him look more disgusted.

Yang Qingxuan stepped on it a few times, then took it away, and said coldly: "Say!"

The man froze for a moment, then asked, "Say? What are you talking about?"

Yang Qingxuan said: "Say whatever you want, you can say whatever you want, but if you say something I don't like to hear, I'll slap your face with the sole of my shoe until you die."

The man was trembling with fright, and was crying "wuwuwu" in a vague way.

Ziyuan thought for a while, her eyes lit up, and she admired Yang Qingxuan even more. This kind of interrogation method, without asking anything, let the other party speak for themselves, directly breaking the shackles of question and answer, leaving the other party with no idea, and can only tell everything that is useful and useless.

Yang Qingxuan said coldly: "Speak quickly, I will give you half a stick of incense time, if I am satisfied with what I can't say, then I don't need to say any more, I will slap you to death."

"Tell me, I said I said, don't slap me again, you will die if you slap me again, woo woo woo." The man was so scared that he burst into tears, and his heart collapsed.