Cultivator In Martial God World

The person pointed to is the cultivation base of False God Realm. Normally, he is also a character, but at this time, he still looks pale as a Divine Path expert. There is fear in his eyes.

Yang Xuan looked towards him.

Seeing Yang Xuan's gaze, his face became paler, and even his whole person began to tremble slightly.

Suddenly, his footsteps turned into a stream of light, and he fled to one side quickly, but before he took two steps, he found a person standing in front of him.

He fixed his eyes and saw that it was the old man standing in the heart of the lake.

The old man looked at him faintly, and said blankly: "If I remember correctly, you are called Yu Guangyao."

"Yes...no, Junior is not Yu Guangyao, Junior is not!" The man was in a cold sweat and was shocked.

The old man smiled slightly and continued: "Yu Guangyao, when you killed my Yuan Family kid, you didn't be so embarrassed."

The man suddenly knelt on the ground, His face was full of fear, and he began to beg for mercy loudly: "Senior, Yuan senior, Junior doesn't know that it is the dísciple of Yuan Family. If you know, I would lend Junior ten courage and dare not do it. Senior, forgive me, forgive me. Ah."

There was great fear in his voice, but the old man surnamed Yuan ignored him, only slightly stretched out his hand and grabbed him directly.

Yu Guangyao seemed to resist for a moment, but at the next moment, his whole body fell softly, as if he had lost all his power.

The old man surnamed Yuan carried Yu Guangyao and went straight out of the circle drawn by Yang Xuan, and then threw Yu Guangyao on the ground, indifferently said: "Gamble, you said he has a few fingers !"

Yang Xuan looked at Yu Guangyao on the ground, his ten fingers were intact, his complexion was like dirt and limp like mud.

Yang Xuan withdrew his gaze, but did not answer the question of the old man surnamed Yuan, and seemed to ask casually: "I don't know how to call it?"

"old man Yuan Zhixia!" The old man said directly.

When the old man uttered the three words Yuan Zhixia, the pupils of everyone in the distance shrank, and then a look of surprise appeared on his face.

Yuan Family!

"It turned out to be him!" There was shock in his lightly eyes, as if he did not expect that the person who came was Yuan Zhixia.

Luo Yi also had the same look as her. She had obviously heard of Yuan Zhixia's name, and her eyes were full of shock.

Yuan Zhixia looked at Yang Xuan and saw that there was still no expression on his face, so she coldly said: "Bai Qi, let’s go, how many fingers does this man have?"

Yang Xuan smiled and asked, "Then how many fingers do you say he has?"

Yuan Zhixia snered, without refusing to say, "I guess he has nine fingers!"

Yang Xuan began to narrow his eyes and stopped for a while before indifferently said: "Then, I guess he has ten fingers."

Yuan Zhixia showed a mocking smile on his face, coldly said: "You lost, he only has nine."

As soon as the voice fell, Yu Guangyao on the ground trembled suddenly, and there was a look of horror in his eyes, but he couldn't make a sound. .

A faint brilliance flashed, and a lot of sweat stains appeared on Yu Guangyao's forehead, his face was pale, as if he was suffering from some huge pain.

Yang Xuan's gaze fell on Yu Guangyao's right hand, where a finger had just left the palm of his hand, and blood was flowing.

"He only has nine fingers, you lost!" Yuan Zhixia said coldly.

Yang Xuan laughed, then shook the head, and said to Yuan Zhixia: "You are the one who loses, he has ten fingers."

What did Yuan Zhixia want to say, Inadvertently lowered his head to look, and was suddenly stunned.

I saw the finger that was originally broken on the ground, but I don’t know when it has returned to Yu Guangyao’s palm. There is a faint green light shining at the broken place. Not long, when the green light disappears. , The fingers have been connected, not even a single wound can be seen.

Yuan Zhixia’s pupils shrank sharply. He had never seen such a spectacle in his life.

After a while, another a ray of magnificent light flashed by, and Yu Guangyao broke the finger that had just been connected and fell to the ground.

After cutting off the fingers, Yuan Zhixia looked up towards Yang Xuan and coldly asked, "How many fingers do you have?"

"Ten!" Yang Xuan replied It was very simple, and his eyes began to squint.

Yuan Zhixia looked down, and the finger that was severed by him was once again returned to Yuan Guangyao's palm.

"Take a closer look! How many?" Yuan Zhixia was coldly snorted, that ill-fated finger once again left Yu Guangyao and landed on the ground, and this time it was carried on by some force. Rolled, directly turned into a pile of mashed meat.

"Ten roots!" Yang Xuan's eyes became extremely cold, and the killing intent flashed in his eyes constantly.

Yuan Zhixia lowered her head again and found that the finger had not been picked up, and blood was gurgling from the place where Yu Guangyao's severed finger had been broken.

"Ha, you lose, he only has nine fingers!" Yuan Zhixia laughed.

"I said he has ten roots, there are ten roots!" Yang Xuan paused every word, speaking like ice.

pa!

a light sound, the finger of another person outside the circle left his body directly, flew to Yu Guangyao's segment of the finger, and then connected it.

The green light flashed, and there was still no wound.

Until this time, the person who was pointed at by Yang Xuan made a huge scream.

But he only yelled for a while before he saw Yang Xuan's gaze.

He quickly covered his mouth with his hands, his face was full of fear, and he dared not make a sound.

The smile on Yuan Zhixia’s face disappeared. He looked at Yang Xuan coldly. After a while, he said: "The finger you are holding cannot move, you have lost!"

Yang Xuan also looked at him coldly, indifferently said: "You can't move, it's a finger, you lose!"

Yuan Zhixia didn't speak any more, he just stared firmly Yang Xuan, the killing intent in his eyes, has made no secret of it.

At this moment, a voice suddenly came.

"Yuan Zhixia, I can testify, you lost!"

Then, the envoy of the dark night who had been standing not far away suddenly appeared outside the circle.

Yuan Zhixia's face became ugly. He didn't turn his head, but coldly said: "Dark night, there is nothing about your Holy Mountain here. Nosy!"

" What if I have to worry about it?" A hoarse voice came from under the hood of the night emissary, without any emotion.

Yuan Zhixia's face was even more ugly. After a long while, he said every word: "You can try!"

This time, the Envoy of the Dark Night ignored him, just right Yang Xuan arched his hand, and then transmitted the voice: "Bai Qi! I heard that you need a lot of soul power."

Yang Xuan looked at him, slightly nodded.

The Envoy of the Dark Night was silent for a while, and suddenly asked: "How much is needed?"

Yang Xuan said: "At least one hundred Soul Suppression Stone capacity."

The Envoy of the Dark Night paused briefly, and then said: "A bit too much!"

Yang Xuan indifferent expression.

After being silent for a while, the night envoy slowly said: "However, this is not a problem. As long as you join me in Holy Mountain, 100 Soul Suppression Stone souls are not a big number. "

Yang Xuan laughed, indifferently said: "I want it now!"

The Dark Night Saint suddenly raised his head, but only revealed a pale, bloodless mouth , His mouth did not open, but there was a sound.

"Enter my Holy Mountain, I can give it to you now!"

Yang Xuan is silent, silent!