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

The footsteps approached, and then, Yang Xuan felt that he was being turned over by a hand.

What catches your eye is the two faces of an old man and a young man.

The young face had curiosity in his eyes, and after meeting Yang Xuan's gaze, his face showed a look of joy.

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

The young man was excited, still rejoicing that he could save a life, but he didn't notice that the old man who had been following him had changed his face drastically.

After the old man saw Yang Xuan's face clearly, he was stunned for a moment, then there was horror in his eyes, and then his face was full of fear.

"White ...... White ......" he exclaimed, and the whole person retreated backwards, terrified.

The young man hadn't realized the change in the old man, and after seeing that Yang Xuan's whole body was covered in blood, he was surprised: "After so much blood, he hasn't died yet." ”

As he spoke, his palm was already against Yang Xuan's body, wanting to protect Yang Xuan's heart with internal breath.

"Live...... Stop!" the old man finally realized that something was wrong, and hurriedly stepped forward and grabbed the young man.

"What's the matter, senior?" asked the young man curiously.

The old man didn't answer him, his eyes swept over Yang Xuan's face, and after a while, his face finally showed an expression of ecstasy.

"The sky is above, and my Hong Laosan's luck has come. He was so excited that his lips began to turn blue.

The young man said inexplicably: "Senior, what's wrong?"

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

Hearing this, the young man looked at Yang Xuan's face carefully, and finally seemed to remember something, and his face was the same as the old man's, and there was also a look of horror.

"Magic ...... Lord...... White...... "He exclaimed.

"That's right, it's Bai Qi!" Hong Laosan could barely suppress his emotions: "He was seriously injured, and his cultivation was completely lost." ”

After Liu Ziming stood for a long time, a hint of determination suddenly flashed in his eyes, and then slapped Yang Xuan with a palm.

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

"Senior, don't stop me, this kind of demon is punished by everyone, what are you leaving him for?"

"You are confused, we will tie it up and send it alive to the Nine Emperor Princes, how much reward can we get? Hong Laosan said angrily.

Liu Ziming retorted: "Senior, this Bai Qi is a peerless demon, if we don't kill him now, if he recovers his cultivation, and I don't know how many people will suffer, how can we only consider the issue of reward?"

After saying that, he ignored it, and slapped it down with another palm, but this palm was still falling, and he was stunned.

Blood gushed out, Liu Ziming looked down at the tip of the knife that was stabbed from his chest, and then looked at Hong Laosan with a confused expression.

Hong Laosan's face was hideous, he pulled out the knife, and said hatefully: "Boy, it is better for one person to receive a reward than two people, not to mention that you still want to kill him and cut off my wealth." ”

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

Yang Xuan sighed slightly in his heart, dissipating the little aura that had finally condensed.

Even if Hong Laosan didn't do it, Liu Ziming wouldn't be able to kill him.

However, his body was already in chaos at this time, and if he barely used his aura, it would only make his injuries worse.

And Liu Ziming is only a congenital master, but Hong Laosan has reached a first-line sky, with Yang Xuan's state at this time, it is still extremely difficult to kill Liu Ziming, and it is even more difficult to face Hong Laosan.

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

After Hong Laosan scavenged Liu Ziming's body, he took out a rope from his arms, tied Yang Xuan firmly, grabbed him and left.

Yang Xuan simply ignored it and concentrated on recovering his injuries.

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

He saw an acquaintance.

Han to the North!

He never expected that Hong Laosan would meet Han Zhibei with his subordinates on the way.

At this moment, the injuries in his body have only recovered a little, not to mention Han Zhibei, even if he is an ordinary Venerable master, he can deal with it enough.

Hong Laosan happily handed over Yang Xuan to Han Zhibei, his face bloomed with joy, and he was already fantasizing in his heart that after receiving the reward of the Nine Emperor Princes, he would become a human being.

When Han Zhibei saw Yang Xuan, a look of extreme astonishment appeared on his face, and then there was disbelief.

Even, Yang Xuan keenly saw a trace of resentment in his eyes, as if he felt extremely sorry and humiliated for a peerless master like Yang Xuan to be held by a person whose cultivation was only a glimmer of heaven.