Cultivator In Martial God World

Everyone started to leave. When Yang Xuan killed a group of Divine Path experts with overwhelming power and still stood on the boulder, everyone looked at the light group behind him ——The entrance of Forgotten Land has lost the thought of entering.

After all, compared with Xiaoming, that is nothing at all.

The other people who originally surrounded the circle and came with the dead five people were pale and shocked, with unspeakable fear flashing in their eyes.

There has never been a moment when they feel that they are so lucky. There has never been a moment when they are like this moment, thanking them for not taking another step.

One step to heaven, one step to hell!

One step is to die!

They didn't take that step, so they survived, with a deep fear of Bai Qi.

Demon God Bai Qi, from this moment on, along with those who leave, this name will resound throughout the northwest continent.

They are retreating, unceasingly retreating, as if for fear of one accident, they followed in the footsteps of those few people.

In the face of life and death, the dignity of the so-called Divine Path expert was thrown away from afar, and no trace was seen.

Yang Xuan’s gaze fell on the smiling boy again. After a while, he opened the mouth and said faintly: "How do you call it?"

"You can call I'm nearly disabled." The boy still smiled and said.

"You want to kill me too?" Yang Xuan asked, his tone was flat, like asking if you had eaten it?

The young man hearing this waved his hand again and again, and couldn't help shaking his head and said: "no no no, don't get me wrong, I'm just watching the excitement, what should you do, just be my air!"

Yang Xuan's eyes narrowed. After a while, he suddenly asked: "I don't know what sect is the teacher?"

The smile on the young man’s face is thicker, he speaks softly, and his voice is suddenly full There was a meaning of Only I Am Supreme: "Hengshan!"

As soon as the voice fell, he returned to the smile, if he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, it would make people doubt the Only I just now. Am Supreme's breath, is it an illusion?

As soon as these two words were uttered, Yang Xuan's face changed.

Not only him, but everyone who heard this word changed their expressions.

Hengshan!

It seems that there is a kind of strange magic between these two words, so that people who hear it will send a sense of awe from in the bones.

Hengshan, a branch of the Northwest Heavenly Pond Lineage!

Today, after integration, Tianchi has no branches, but the only exception is Hengshan.

It’s not unwilling, but dare not, can’t!

In a way, as a branch of Heavenly Pond Lineage, Hengshan's reputation is even stronger than Tianchi.

Everything is because of a person and a legend.

Martial God!

Martial God, originally from the lineage of Yokoyama!

Hua Jincan, from Hengshan, is the same as Martial God same sect!

At this moment, the sixteen or seventeenth boy is still full of smiling faces, but in the eyes of everyone, it has become infinitely tall, so tall that everyone is beginning to be sincere and fearful.

"so that's how it is!" After a moment of silence, Yang Xuan smiled, and then said faintly.

No one knows what he understands, and no one can guess what his smile represents.

The young man shook the head and looked at everyone's respectful eyes, and he smiled bitterly.

He has known for a long time that once the history is revealed, it will be so, especially in the northwestern continent, he knows better than anyone what the word Hengshan represents.

But facing Yang Xuan's question, he didn't know why, but he didn't want to hide it.

"Forget it, I'm leaving!" The young man thought for a while, waved his hand at Yang Xuan, and then said through the voice: "I have a chance in the future, I will take you to Hengshan to play."

"I killed so many people, are you afraid of causing trouble to Hengshan?" Yang Xuan also smiled and transmitted the sound.

"Hengshan has always troubled others, and no one has dared to trouble Hengshan." The boy dismissed the sound transmission.

"I am called a demon, and there are more than ten thousand lives in my hands. Don't you care?" Yang Xuan asked again.

"haha, read a lot of chivalrous novels!" The young man disappeared long ago, but his voice was sent from a distance: "What is righteousness? What is demon? If you kill too many people, it will be Demon, every Emperor Imperial Capital in the world is a demon, because they kill more people than you."

The voice disappeared, and the young Hua Jinmai was silhouetted and disappeared.

Yang Xuan’s mouth expose a smile, seems to be muttering to himself: "Obviously you are so old, but you have to pretend to look like a teenager, is it considered a demon?"

There seemed to be a cough in the distance, but when I listened carefully, I couldn't hear anything.

Shook the head with a smile, Yang Xuan took a deep breath, and his eyes fell on the lake.

The surface of the lake is not quiet, with layers of ripples swaying along with the footsteps, causing countless ripples.

The steps are very light, but each step is like measured with a ruler, not the slightest difference.

The footsteps are also very slow, so slowly until everyone's eyes are on the lake, the owner of the footsteps has not yet walked through the middle of the lake.

Ordinary hemp shoes stepped on the surface of the water, and some of the washed white clothes were blown by the breeze, slowly fluttering like catkins.

A white hair was randomly lumped up, wrapped around the head, and a willow branch that I didn't know where it was folded was inserted in the middle, right as a hairpin.

The complexion is slightly dark, like an old farmer who often works in the fields. It is not fair, but it has a healthy color.

The footsteps stopped, and the visitor stood in the middle of the lake just like that, no longer moving.

Yang Xuan looked at him, and he was also looking at Yang Xuan.

After a long while, a slightly hoarse voice pierced the surface of the lake, igniting a few ripples, and fell in Yang Xuan's ears.

"Bai Qi, let's make a bet!"

"How about winning? How about losing?" Yang Xuan squinted, without asking what to bet, he asked directly about winning or losing.

"I won, you broke your arms, let me go to a place, and apologize to someone." The hoarse voice sounded.

"Oh? What if you lose?" Yang Xuan asked again.

"If I lose, turn around and leave, and I won't hold you accountable for hurting my discipline, which made her feel depressed until now."

The hoarse voice on the lake Passing, fell into Yang Xuan's ears, and fell into everyone's ears.

Understanding the strange gaze, she looked at the lake, the old man like an old farmer, looked thoughtful.

Luo Yi's face is also very strange, she stared at the old man on the lake blankly, and talked.

At this moment, there was a silhouette beside them.

Luo Yi was shocked and turned around to look around, but at the next moment, she respectfully bowed down.

The one who gave the ceremony at the same time as her, there is also a light-hearted explanation.

"I have seen Sir Sacred Envoy in the dark night!" The two said at the same time.

A black clothed emissary, his entire face is hidden under his hood, and he can't see what he looks like.

An icy voice came from under the hood: "No gift!"

Relieved lightly and Luo Yi.

Lightly uncompressed the voice and said: "Sir Sacred Envoy, white..."

"Look!" The person who was completely hidden in the dark sent out two like ice Words, the body of the two frozen girls trembled.

"Yes!" The pretty girl bowed at the same time, not daring to speak.

At the same time, Yang Xuan's voice also rang, his eyes crossed the microwave rippling lake, and then faintly opened the mouth and said: "Okay, what are you betting on?"

"Just bet he has a few fingers." The old man on the lake, smiling, pointed to a person outside the circle.

"Huh? Me?" The accused was taken aback for a moment, and then there was a huge fear in his heart.