The person who was pointed out was a cultivator of the pseudo-god realm, and he was also a figure on weekdays, but at this time, where did he still look like a Shinto master, his face was pale, and his eyes were full of fear.

Yang Xuan looked at him.

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

Suddenly, his footsteps turned into a streamer of light, and he fled quickly to one side, but before he had taken two steps, he found a man standing in front of him.

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

The old man looked at him lightly, and said expressionlessly: "If I remember correctly, your name is Yu Guangyao." ”

"Yes...... No, no, the juniors are not Yu Guangyao, the juniors are not!" The man was in a cold sweat, and his heart was horrified.

The old man smiled slightly and continued: "Yu Guangyao, when you killed my Yuan family's children, you weren't so cowardly. ”

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 a disciple of the Yuan family, if you know, lend ten guts to the junior, don't dare to do it, seniors spare your life, spare your life." ”

There was a huge fear in his voice, but the old man surnamed Yuan didn't pay attention to him, just stretched out his hand slightly and grabbed him directly.

Yu Guangyao seemed to resist for a moment, but the next moment, his whole body hung down softly, as if he had lost all his strength.

The old man surnamed Yuan carried Yu Guangyao and went straight to the circle drawn by Yang Xuan, then threw Yu Guangyao to the ground and said lightly: "Bet, you said he has a few fingers!"

Yang Xuan looked at Yu Guangyao on the ground, his ten fingers were intact, and his whole face was as pale as dirt, and he was as soft as mud.

Yang Xuan retracted his gaze, but did not answer the question of the old man surnamed Yuan, and asked seemingly casually, "I don't know what to call it?"

"Old man Yuan Zhixia!" the old man said directly.

When the old man said the three words Yuan Zhixia, the pupils of everyone in the distance shrank, and then a look of surprise appeared on their faces.

Yuan family!

"It turned out to be him!" There was shock in his eyes, as if he never thought that the person who came turned out to be Yuan Zhixia.

With the same look as her, there was also Luo Yi, who had obviously heard 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 he said coldly: "Bai Qi, let's say, how many fingers does this person have?"

Yang Xuan smiled and asked rhetorically, "Then you said he has a few fingers?"

Yuan Zhixia sneered, didn't shirk, and said directly: "I guess he has nine fingers!"

Yang Xuan's eyes began to narrow, and he paused for a moment before he said lightly: "Then, I'll guess he has ten fingers." ”

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

As soon as the words fell, Yu Guangyao on the ground suddenly trembled, and his eyes showed a look of extreme horror, but he couldn't make a sound.

A faint brilliance flashed, and a large amount of sweat stains appeared on Yu Guangyao's forehead, and his face was pale, as if he was enduring some great 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 flowed.

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

Yang Xuan smiled, then shook his head, and said to Yuan Zhixia: "The one who loses is you, he has ten fingers." ”

Yuan Zhixia just wanted to say something, but he inadvertently looked down and was suddenly stunned.

I saw that the finger that was originally broken on the ground, I don't know when it had returned to Yu Guangyao's palm, there was a faint green light shining in the broken place, and after a while, when the green light disappeared, the finger had been connected, and even a little wound could not be seen.

Yuan Zhixia's pupils shrank sharply, such a spectacle he had never seen in his life.

A moment later, another flash of light flashed, and Yu Guangyao's finger that had just been picked up broke off again and fell to the ground.

After cutting off his fingers, Yuan Zhixia looked up at Yang Xuan and asked coldly, "How many fingers do you see he has?"

"Ten roots!" Yang Xuan replied very simply, and his eyes began to narrow.

Yuan Zhixia looked down and saw that the finger that had been cut off by him had once again returned to Yuan Guangyao's palm.

"You take a closer look! How many?" Yuan Zhixia snorted coldly, and the ill-fated finger once again left Yu Guangyao and fell to the ground, and this time it was crushed by some force, and directly turned into a pile of meat puree.

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

Yuan Zhixia lowered his head again and found that the finger was not connected, and the blood was gurgling out of Yu Guangyao's severed finger.

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

"I said he has ten, there are ten!" Yang Xuan paused word by word, and his words were like ice.

Syllable!

With a soft sound, the fingers of the other person outside the circle left his body directly, flew to Yu Guangyao's fingers, and picked them up.

The green light flashed, but there was still not a single wound in sight.

It was only at this time that the person who was taken away by Yang Xuan let out a huge scream.

But he only screamed halfway before he saw Yang Xuan's gaze.

He hurriedly covered his mouth with his hand, his face was full of fear, and he didn't dare to make a sound at all.

The smile on Yuan Zhixia's face disappeared, he looked at Yang Xuan coldly, and after a while, he said, "You can't move this finger you received, you lost!"

Yang Xuan also looked at him coldly, and said lightly: "If you can't move, it's a finger, it's yours who lose!"

Yuan Zhixia didn't speak again, he just stared at Yang Xuan, and the killing intent in his eyes was undisguised.

At this moment, a voice suddenly came.

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

Immediately after, the Night Envoy, who had been standing not far away, suddenly appeared outside the circle.

Yuan Zhixia's face became ugly, he didn't look back, he just said coldly: "Dark night, there is no matter of your holy mountain here, don't be nosy!"

"What if I have to care?" said a hoarse voice from under the hood of the Night Envoy, without the slightest emotion.

Yuan Zhixia's face became even more ugly, and after a while, he said word by word: "You can try!"

This time, the Night Holy Envoy ignored him, just arched his hand to Yang Xuan, and then said, "Bai Qi! I heard that you need a lot of soul power. ”

Yang Xuan looked at him and nodded slightly.

The Night Envoy was silent for a moment, and then suddenly asked, "How much do you need?"

Yang Xuan said: "At least the capacity of a hundred soul stones. ”

The Night Envoy paused for a moment, then said, "It's a bit much!"

Yang Xuan was noncommittal.

After being silent for a while, the Night Holy Envoy said slowly: "However, this is not a problem, as long as you join my Holy Mountain, the soul of a hundred soul suppression stones is not a large amount. ”

Yang Xuan smiled and said lightly: "I want it now!"

The Night Envoy suddenly raised his head, but only a pale, bloodless mouth was revealed, and his mouth was not open, but a sound came out.

"Enter my holy mountain, and I can give it to you now!"

Yang Xuan was silent and silent!

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