Everyone began to leave one after another, and when Yang Xuan slashed a group of Shinto masters with overwhelming strength and still stood on top of the boulder, everyone looked at the light behind him, the entrance to the Forgotten Land, and lost the idea of entering.

After all, it's nothing compared to a small life.

The others who had been gathered outside the circle and came with the five people who had died, all of them were pale and shocked, and their eyes flashed with unspeakable fear.

There was never a moment when they felt so lucky, never a moment when they were like this, glad they hadn't taken one more step.

One step to heaven, one step to hell!

One step out is death!

They didn't take that step, so they survived, with a deep, fearful of the white rising.

The demon god Bai Qi, from this moment on, along with those who left, this name will resound throughout the Northwest Continent.

They were retreating, constantly retreating, as if they were afraid that one would be careless and follow in the footsteps of those people.

In the face of life and death, the dignity of the so-called Shinto master was thrown away from the distance, and there was no trace.

Yang Xuan's gaze once again fell on the smiling young man, and after a moment, he said lightly: "What do you call it?"

"You can call me a cripple. The boy was still smiling, and he said with a smile.

"You're going to kill me too?" Yang Xuan asked, his tone was flat, as if asking if you had eaten?

Hearing this, the young man 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 here to see the excitement, what should you do, just be the air!"

Yang Xuan's eyes narrowed, and after a while, he suddenly asked, "I don't know where the master is?"

The smile on the young man's face was even stronger, and he spoke softly, and his voice was suddenly filled with a sense of self-esteem: "Yokoyama!"

As soon as the words fell, he returned to his smiling appearance, if he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, it would have made people wonder if the aura of self-esteem just now was an illusion.

But as soon as these two words came out, Yang Xuan's face changed.

Not only him, but everyone who heard these two words, their faces changed.

Yokoyama!

It seems that between these two words, there is some kind of strange magic, which makes everyone who hears it emit a sense of awe from their bones.

Hengshan, a branch of the Northwest Tianchi lineage!

Today, after the integration of Tianchi, there are no branches, but there is only one exception, that is, Hengshan.

It's not that you don't want to, but you don't dare, you can't!

In a way, as a branch of the Tianchi lineage, Hengshan's reputation is even louder than that of Tianchi.

Everything is because of one person, one legend.

Valkyrie!

The Martial God was originally from the Hengshan lineage!

The flower is close to the remnant, from Hengshan, and the martial god is of the same origin!

At this moment, the sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy's face, which was still full of smiles, became infinitely tall in the eyes of everyone, so tall that everyone began to be honestly afraid.

"I see!" After a moment of silence, Yang Xuan smiled, and then said lightly.

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

The young man shook his head, looking at everyone's respectful eyes, his face was full of wry smiles.

He had long known that once his origin was revealed, it would be so, especially on the northwest continent, and he knew better than anyone what the word Yokoyama represented.

But in the face of 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, "When I have a chance in the future, I will take you to Hengshan to play." ”

"I've killed so many people, aren't you afraid of causing trouble to Hengshan?" Yang Xuan also smiled and said.

"Hengshan has always been looking for trouble with others, and no one has ever dared to trouble Hengshan. The teenager disdained the voice.

"I'm called a demon, and there are tens of thousands of lives on my hands, don't you care?" Yang Xuan asked again.

"Haha, I've seen too much chivalry!" The young man had already disappeared in place, but his voice came from afar: "What is righteousness? What is a demon? If you kill more people, you are a demon, then every emperor in the world is a demon, because they kill more people than you." ”

The voice disappeared, and the young man was already faint and disappeared.

A smile appeared at the corner of Yang Xuan's mouth, as if he was muttering to himself: "Obviously you are so old, but you have to pretend to be a teenager, is it considered a demon?"

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

Shaking his head with a smile, Yang Xuan took a deep breath and his gaze fell on the surface of the lake.

The surface of the lake is not quiet, and there are layers of ripples that swing along with the footsteps, causing countless ripples.

The steps are very light, but every step is as if measured with a ruler, not the slightest bit.

The footsteps were also very slow, so slow that until everyone's eyes were focused on the lake, the owner of the footsteps had not yet walked through the middle of the lake.

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

A white hair was randomly pimpled, coiled on his head, and inserted from the middle with a willow branch that he didn't know where to fold, and used it as a hairpin.

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

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

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

Half an hour later, a slightly hoarse voice passed through the surface of the lake, startled a few circles of ripples, and landed in Yang Xuan's ears.

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

"How to win, how to lose?" Yang Xuan squinted, didn't ask what to bet on, and directly asked whether he won or lost.

"I won, and you cut off your arms and go with me to a place to make amends to a man. A hoarse voice rang out.

"Oh, what if you lose?" Yang Xuan asked again.

"If I lose, turn around and leave, and I won't pursue you for hurting my son, so that she is still depressed. ”

The hoarse voice passed on the surface of the lake, falling into Yang Xuan's ears and into everyone's ears.

Relieved of the strange gaze, she looked at the old man on the lake, like an old farmer, thoughtfully.

Luo Yi's face was also very strange, she looked at the old man on the lake blankly, and opened her mouth to speak.

At this moment, there was suddenly an additional figure beside the two of them.

Luo Yi was startled and hurriedly turned to look, but the next moment, she bowed respectfully.

At the same time as her, there is also a light understanding.

"I've seen the Night Envoy!" both of them said at the same time.

The holy envoy dressed in black, his entire face was hidden under the hood, and he couldn't see what he looked like at all.

A cold voice came from under the hood: "No courtesy!"

Light Xie and Luo Yi breathed a sigh of relief.

Qingjie lowered his voice and said, "Holy Envoy, Bai ......"

"Look!" The person who was completely hidden in the darkness uttered two words like ice, and the frozen two women's bodies trembled.

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

At the same time, Yang Xuan's voice also sounded, his gaze crossed the surface of the microwave rippling lake, and then said lightly: "Okay, what are you betting on?"

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

"Ahh

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