Immortal Cultivating Dynasty

At the same time, a Spirit Aura was released from his body, and his true qi was wandering around the small house.    

    

Yang Xuan glanced at him indifferently. He didn't pay any attention to him. After that, his body began to move. An invisible force surged out of his body, and in the next moment, the surging Spirit Aura gradually calmed down.    

    

The man was stunned. He realized that his body couldn't move at all.    

    

He subconsciously circulated his Spirit Aura around his body. Only then could his body move. After that, he took a few more steps back.    

    

Yang Shi and the other man were the same, especially Yang Shi. He was under the greatest pressure, and there was even a trace of fear on his face.    

    

Currently, he was only one step away from the Late First Stage. Strictly speaking, the gap between him and Yang Xuan wasn't too big. Yang Xuan had actually released such a powerful pressure.    

    

He had only felt this feeling from Yang Dingshan and Yu Yanen.    

    

Fortunately, this pressure didn't last for long. When they used the Spiritual Force to resist this pressure, it retreated like a tide, and the small room returned to normal.    

    

"It must be a camouflage."    

    

Yang Shi thought to himself. The panic on his face quickly faded, and he returned to his arrogant expression.    

    

"Yang Xuan, let me tell you the truth. This is Yang Zhuang. He had broken through to the Late First Stage two months ago, and he had been cultivating during this period of time. His strength is above yours. You better give up the quota. "    

    

"We'll talk about the quota later."    

    

Yang Xuan glanced at Yang Zhuang. He said something plainly, then walked to the corner of the cottage. He picked up the broom and walked back.    

    

He stood in front of Yang Shi and handed the broom to him. He said seriously, "Brother Yang, since you made these, you have to clean them up for me."    

    

"What?"    

    

Yang Shi was shocked. Yang Zhuang and the other man also looked surprised.    

    

They stared at Yang Xuan's serious expression for a while and then started to laugh.    

    

Yang Shi smiled so hard that his eyes narrowed into a line.    

    

He pointed at Yang Xuan as he turned around and said to Yang Zhuang, "Did you hear that? He actually asked me to help him sweep the floor."    

    

The other man's face also revealed a look of contempt. He laughed loudly from the side.    

    

Yang Zhuang didn't pay attention to these two men. He pushed Yang Shi, who was standing in front of him, away and went straight to Yang Xuan.    

    

He was very strong, and he was also very tall. He was half a head taller than Yang Xuan.    

    

"You may not know the current situation." He put his right hand on Yang Xuan's shoulder.    

    

"I am talking to you. Everything else has to be put aside. Do you understand?"    

    

Blue veins popped out on his hand. On his thick arm, every muscle was bulging.    

    

He was using strength, but he didn't use the Spiritual Force.    

    

Yang Xuan felt that his shoulders seemed to be carrying ten thousand kilograms of strength. The place Yang Zhuang's hand was pressing on had gradually lost consciousness. He silently gritted his teeth, and his face gradually turned red.    

    

Yang Zhuang looked at his expression, and a ferocious smile appeared on his face. He increased his strength a little.    

    

"Take your hand away."    

    

A low voice suddenly sounded. This voice had a commanding tone.    

    

Yang Zhuang lowered his head to look. Just as he was about to curse, he was stunned by the scene in front of him.    

    

Yang Xuan's eyes had turned red at some point in time. It was like two lanterns in the night, but also like the eyes of a malicious spirit.    

    

Yang Xuan only glanced at him once, and all the hair on his body stood up. He instinctively wanted to pull his hand back. However, just as he drew half of it, Yang Xuan's left hand grabbed his wrist.    

    

He did not have time to react before he felt a strong force coming from his hand. Then, his body flew up uncontrollably and landed behind Yang Xuan like a small hill.    

    

With a loud sound, the whole cabin seemed to shake. Black ink was moving back and forth on the ink slab on the table. A few drops of ink splashed out and fell on the table. Black flowers bloomed. However, at this moment, no one cared about this.    

    

A few more cracks appeared on the limestone floor. The cracks spread out in all directions with Yang Zhuang as the center. They were so dense that they looked like a spider web.    

    

Yang Xuan moved again.    

    

His hand was still on Yang Zhuang's wrist. With a light lift, Yang Zhuang's entire body flew up and fell back into the distance.    

    

The same loud sound, the same crack, even the amount of ink that splashed out from the inkstone was the same.    

    

The only difference was probably the blood that spilled out from the corner of Yang Zhuang's mouth.    

    

"Stop!"    

    

At this moment, the other two men finally reacted. After they shouted, each of them drew a sword from their waists. The Spirit Aura in the room surged once again.    

    

Seeing Yang Zhuang, whom they had placed high hopes on, being beaten until he had no strength to fight back, these two men did not dare to hold back their strength. Their long swords were covered with two colors of white and green light, mixed with surging and violent Spirit Aura, and pierced towards Yang Xuan's abdomen.    

    

Their speed was extremely fast, one on the left and one on the right, their long swords arrived in the blink of an eye.    

    

Yang Xuan coldly snorted. After glancing at the two of them, he stretched out his right hand and flicked lightly. His two fingers hit the longsword of one of them.    

    

Then the sword, which was covered in green light, kept shaking. The man did not notice it, so he could not hold the sword's hilt. The long sword immediately fell from his hand and fell to the ground.    

    

At the same time, Yang Xuan kicked towards Yang Shi's chest.    

    

At this moment, Yang Shi was both shocked and angry. He wanted to use those two men's attacks to force Yang Xuan to give in and let Yang Zhuang go. However, Yang Xuan did not show any signs of compromising.    

    

If this continued, the sword in his hand would surely hit Yang Xuan first, but he didn't dare.    

    

Putting aside the fact that Yang Xuan was highly valued by the family, the patriarch also cared for him. Even if Yang Xuan was an ordinary disciple, if he really stabbed Yang Xuan, it would be the crime of harming his own kind. At the very least, he would be punished with a few years of confinement. In the future, he would be isolated by the family.    

    

"He's really a madman!"    

    

He cursed in his heart, and hurriedly shook his wrist. The sword's momentum changed rapidly, and he dodged to the side.    

    

Yang Xuan looked over.    

    

His scarlet eyes made people feel a chill in their hearts.