Cultivator In Martial God World

Since Yang Xuan was lying on the ground with his back facing them, the two people who came here did not see Yang Xuan's face clearly.

The sound of footsteps approached, and immediately afterwards, Yang Xuan felt that he was turned over by a hand.

The two faces of one old and one young are greeted by the eyes.

The young face has curiosity in his eyes, and after meeting Yang Xuan's gaze, his face also shows joy.

"Senior, he is not dead yet, and his eyes are still open."

Youngster exclaimed in excitement, still happy that he could save a life, but completely Did not notice that the old man who has been following him has been complexion greatly changed.

After the old man saw Yang Xuan's face clearly, he was taken aback for a moment, then panic appeared in his eyes, and then his face was full of fear.

"White...White..." He cried out in exclamation, and his whole body stepped back, terrified.

The youngster hasn't realized the change of the old man yet. After seeing Yang Xuan's whole body covered in blood, he said in surprise: "With so much blood, he is not dead yet."

while speaking, his palm is already on Yang Xuan's body, and he wants to protect Yang Xuan's heart with inner breath.

"Stop...Stop!" The old man finally realized that something was wrong, and quickly stepped forward and grabbed the youngster.

"What's wrong, senior?" Youngster asked strangely.

The old man did not answer him, his eyes swept back and forth on Yang Xuan's face. After a long while, his face finally showed an expression of ecstasy.

"The sky is here, my third Hong's luck has come." He was so excited that he couldn't help himself, and his lips began to turn blue.

The youngster didn’t understand, so he said: "Senior, what's the matter?"

Only then did the old man react and said excitedly: "Liu Ziming, our luck is here. Take a closer look. , Who is this?"

Youngster Ziming hearing this carefully took a look at Yang Xuan's face again, and finally seemed to remember something. Like the old man, there was a look of horror on his face.

"Magic...Magic head...White...Bai Qi???" He exclaimed in exclamation.

"Yes, it is Bai Qi!" Hong Laosan could hardly restrain his emotions: "He was seriously injured, and his cultivation base was lost."

Liu Ziming was standing blankly. After a long while, a flash of determination suddenly flashed in his eyes, and then he patted Yang Xuan with a palm.

Laosan Hong directly held Liu Ziming's hand, and said angrily: "What are you going to do?"

"Senior, don't stop me, everyone will be blamed for this kind of demon. What are you leaving him for?"

"You are confused, we tie it up and send it to Ninth Prince alive, how many rewards can we get? Ascending to the skies with a single leap, if you kill For him, the reward will be greatly reduced." Hong Lao San angrily said.

Liu Ziming retorted: "Senior, this Bai Qi is a peerless demon. Don’t kill him now. If he restores his cultivation base, and don’t know how many people will suffer, how can we only consider rewards? The question?"

After finishing speaking, he ignored it and took another slap, but the palm was still falling, and he was stunned.

Blood rushed out wildly, Liu Ziming looked down at the knife pointed out from his chest, and looked towards Hong Laosan with a confused look.

Laosan Hong has a hideous face, drew out the knife, and said bitterly: "Boy, it is better to receive the reward by one person than two, not to mention that you have to kill him and ruin my wealth. Road."

Liu Ziming fell down. Until the moment before he died, he didn't seem to figure out why the senior who took good care of him wanted to kill him.

Yang Xuan sighed slightly in his heart, dispelling the little bit of Spiritual Qi that had finally condensed.

Even if Hong Lao San doesn't do anything, Liu Ziming can't kill him.

However, his body is already in a mess at this time, and if he reluctantly uses Spiritual Qi, it will only aggravate his injury.

And Liu Ziming is just an Innate expert, but Hong Lao San has reached Heaven's Line. With Yang Xuan's current state, it is extremely difficult to kill Liu Ziming. Facing Hong Lao San, it is even more difficult.

Fortunately, Hong Lao San wanted to capture him alive so that he could be sent to Shen Yuguan to receive the reward. He just took the opportunity to recover from his injuries.

Laosan Hong took out Liu Ziming and took out a rope from his arms, bound Yang Xuan firmly, grabbed it and left.

Yang Xuan simply ignores him and concentrates on recovering from his injury.

About an hour or two later, Yang Xuan's heart moved, and then his heart sank.

He saw an acquaintance.

Han Zhibei!

He absolutely did not expect that Hong Laosan would meet Han Zhibei with his subordinates on the way.

At this moment, the injury in his body has only recovered a little, not to mention Han Zhibei, even if it is an ordinary Venerable expert, he is awkward to deal with it.

Laosan Hong happily handed Yang Xuan to Han Zhibei, his face bloomed with joy, and he had already imagined that he would become a master after receiving the reward of Ninth Prince.

When Han Zhibei saw Yang Xuan, there was an extremely astonished expression on his face, and then he couldn't believe it.

Even, Yang Xuan was keenly aware of his unhappiness in his eyes, as if he was facing a peerless expert like Yang Xuan, and he felt that he was held by someone whose cultivation base is only Heaven's Line. Extremely sorry and humiliated.

He waved back to the left and right, looked at Yang Xuan quietly, and sighed after a long while: "The world is unpredictable. The demon of the generation Bai Qi was caught alive by a junior from Heaven's Line. , I’m afraid you can’t look at you when you die."

His face is still half as a baby and half as an old man, looking very weird.

Yang Xuan looked at him and said nothing.

Han Zhibei breathed out a breath, and after turning around in Yang Xuan's body, he nodded and said: "Sure enough, your body has suffered such a serious injury. No wonder, you can tell me , Who hurt you?"

Han Zhibei was extremely curious about this.

"Zhu Yuxie!" Yang Xuan did not hide it either. There is nothing to hide.

Han Zhibei had an expression of extreme shock in his eyes, and he lost his voice: "In other words, did you escape from Third Princess's hands?"

Third Princess Zhu Yuxie is Han Zhibei is too clear about the cultivation base. Although Yang Xuan can kill Zuo Qinghou, Xia Houhu, and the cultivation base Tongtian, it’s really not enough to see if he can actually escape Zhu. Yuxie's pursuit, I'm afraid no one will believe it.

After the shock, Han Zhibei's eyes also appeared admiration. Regardless of his position, Yang Xuan is an opponent worthy of his respect.

Flicking a finger lightly, the rope on Yang Xuan's body broke in response, Han Zhibei turned his back and said to Hong Lao San: "Come here!"

Hong Lao San Pidian ran over: "Lord Han!"

"You did good, you can capture the demon Bai Qi, and the credit goes to heaven." Han Zhibei indifferently said, looking at Hong Laosan condescendingly.

Lao San Hong is full of happiness, and he is almost happy to be praised by the important minister in front of His Royal Highness, expert Han Zhibei.

So he died!

He widened his eyes and looked at Han Zhibei, who slowly retracted his palm, his eyes were filled with disbelief and horror.

He opened his mouth, as if he wanted to ask why, but it was too late, and the boundless darkness flooded him, ruthlessly drowning him.

Han Zhibei hands behind ones back, took a last look at Yang Xuan, then turned and left.

"Let's go!" he said indifferently.

His tone was flat, and he didn't even look at the third Hong on the ground.

Yang Xuan was taken aback for a moment, almost suspecting that he had auditory hallucinations.

He looked at Han Zhibei’s back and said strangely: "Will you let me go?"

Han Zhibei did not speak, but loudly said to a few of his men: "Today we only found I have some precious medicine ingredients, and I have never seen anyone else."

"Yes!" His subordinates did not look at Yang Xuan again, and promised loudly.

Yang Xuan looked at Han Zhibei, and after walking a few steps back, he suddenly asked: "Why?"

Han Zhibei did not look back and did not answer Yang Xuan’s question. , Resolutely led his subordinates and turned away, but disappeared without a trace in the blink of an eye.

Yang Xuan looked at the direction of Han Zhibei's departure with complicated eyes, not knowing what he was thinking.

After a while, he slowly sank into the ground, disappeared, leaving only the body of Hong Lao San, still dreaming of being a master.