Yang Feng didn't feel surprised that he knew where he came from, but said softly: "More than a hundred years ago, I had nothing to do with the Yang family. ”

Yang Xuan didn't ask again, it seems that this is another story.

"Farewell!" Yang Xuan's voice came from the air, and the next moment, there was already a shadow.

Only Yang Feng, who was still standing in the courtyard, repeated in a low voice what he had just said: "More than a hundred years ago, I was no longer surnamed Yang. ”

Yang Xuanshen, who had left the Giant Spirit Sect, swept his thoughts, and then flew towards a place.

In a valley not far from the Giant Spirit Sect, Yang Xuan fell.

Then his gaze fell on the entrance to a cave.

With a slight wave of his hand, a strong wind blew, revealing a huge bluestone that had existed for an unknown number of years under the snow, and a clearly visible mark was carved on the bluestone.

Yang Xuan sighed, and a sentence in his memory emerged: Dense valley, transparent stone!

Spirit Stone!

More than a hundred meters deep below this cave, there was a vein of spirit stone that Yang Xuan had been searching for, and this place, when he entered the range of the Giant Spirit Sect just now, he had already sensed it.

He had passed by this place no less than a few times before, but none of them had sensed it.

But when the mysterious giant pillar disappeared, the spirit stone was strangely discovered by his divine thoughts.

However, this spirit stone mine was not too big, just enough to fill all of Yang Xuanxin's storage rings, leaving only a small amount of space.

He shook his head, and then his whole body disappeared completely, and when he reappeared, it was already a hundred meters underground.

Touching the stones containing spiritual energy on the wall, he sighed, and put all the spiritual stones here into the storage ring, and then disappeared in place.

His realm had reached a bottleneck, and he didn't need to absorb these spirit stones now.

When Yang Xuan reappeared, he was already standing at the door of a cave, a cave that was only a dozen meters deep.

But it was just an ordinary cave, not the slightest anomaly, and there would be no more of that huge lake and its pillars.

After watching it carefully for a while, Yang Xuan left, left here, and left Qingxue Country.

His next stop was the Purple Smoke Country.

By the time Yang Xuan arrived in the Purple Smoke Country, there was a battle taking place in the ghost city of the Purple Smoke Country, or it could not be called a battle at all, but a massacre.

A one-sided massacre.

On the side of the slaughter, there were old people, women and children, children, and pregnant women with big bellies, but there were no warriors, not even a martial artist with internal strength.

"Why, why?" cried out an old man, blood and tears spilling through the air.

"Hmph, it's your honor that Master You has taken a fancy to your daughter, and you dare to marry your daughter secretly? A martial artist with a seventh-layer inner strength had a hideous face and laughed wildly.

Then, he threw an object from his hand to the old man's feet, and at the same time sneered, "What do you think this is?"

It was a mass of clothing, with blood on it.

When the old man saw the things on the ground clearly, he suddenly let out a sad hiss: "Daughter!"

He fell to his knees and cried, "You will not die well, you will not die well, ah, my God, who will kill them, oh my God......"

"I don't know if we can die well, but you won't survive anyway. The warrior smirked, and then the long knife slashed down.

The next moment, he suddenly turned into a rain of blood, sprinkled everywhere on the old man's body, and the sky was blood-red.

The battle stopped, and the ordinary people who survived stared blankly at the scene in front of them, looking at the enemy who was still in front of them just now, and turned into a rain of blood one by one, leaving not even a whole corpse.

"The sky has eyes!"

The corners of the old man's chapped lips showed a smile, and a hoarse voice came out of his mouth, word by word, and then his eyes slowly closed, and he passed away suddenly.

At the moment when the old man passed away, Yang Xuan's divine mind had already found the person he was looking for.

When Yang Xuan saw Master You, his heart felt a little cold, a kind of coldness that penetrated deep into the bone marrow.

Master You is also killing people, a woman.

Master You stabbed the woman under with a stick, and then watched the woman bleed and screamed, with an extremely comfortable expression on her face.

Yang Xuan regained his original appearance, and then asked softly, "Why?"

You Xiaomei was shocked, turned around suddenly, and was about to make a move, but suddenly stopped the next moment.

She looked at Yang Xuan in front of her blankly, with a mixture of disbelief, incredulity, fear and other expressions on her face, and her arms drooped little by little.

"Why?" Yang Xuan asked softly, the woman's screams stopped abruptly, and her face showed gratitude.

A golden light streaked across her neck.

You Xiaomei still didn't move, still looking at Yang Xuan blankly.

"I knew you'd come!" she said suddenly, tears streaming down her eyes.

Yang Xuan spoke for the third time, his tone was still very soft, like snowflakes in the sky, falling quietly: "Why?"

"Why, you ask me why?" You Xiaomei suddenly became hoarse, angry and crazy: "You go and ask my father and brother, ask my brother, ask them why." ”

You Xiaomei became hysterical, like a madman: "Why don't you ask them? Why don't you ask them? Why don't you ask the people from Hanshan Gate, ask them why, why?"

You Xiaomei's voice filled the entire room, filling Yang Xuan's ears, and his head began to ache faintly.

You Xiaomei was crying, her voice was very loud, and it spread far, far away, crazy and desperate.

The wind was blowing, Yang Xuan felt a little cold, he wrapped his clothes, then slowly turned around, pushed the door and left.

Behind him, You Xiaomei cried hysterically, crying out of breath, crying exhausted all her strength, fell to the ground crying, and never got up again.

On that day, many people died in the hidden city, and the blood flowed like a river! But the people of the hidden city rushed to tell each other, and the whole world celebrated.

Some witnesses said that it was a man with a red eyebrow, like a fairy.

Not long after, a statue appeared in the hidden city, the face of the statue was not very clear, but the blush between the eyebrows was very eye-catching.

At this time, Yang Xuan had already returned to the territory of Yan Kingdom.

In Taiping City, after the boss of Huang Ji Ready-to-wear saw Yang Xuan, he couldn't believe his eyes.

After he rubbed his eyes vigorously, he suddenly knelt on the ground: "Yang ...... Master Yang, you're back!"

Yang Xuan stretched out his hand to help him up and asked, "How is the business lately?"

Boss Huang felt that there was no place to put his hands, and his nervous face turned pale: "Raw...... Business is still ...... It's okay, Master Yang...... You, you want to buy...... Buying clothes?"

Yang Xuan smiled and said, "Okay, let's buy one!"

Boss Huang hurriedly said, "Please...... Come in. ”

After entering the store and choosing a robe casually, Yang Xuan wanted to settle the bill, but Boss Huang didn't want to live or die, Yang Xuan insisted again and again, and Boss Huang almost knelt down, so he gave up.

"Then I'll take it, I wish Boss Huang a prosperous business. Yang Xuan, who was standing at the door, smiled, then turned around and left.

It's just that before leaving, an aura was sent into Boss Huang's body.

When Boss Huang was still happy with Yang Xuan's blessings, Yang Xuan had already returned to Yang's house.

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