A light breeze blows, and the bamboo leaves sway gently.

The sun shines on the body, with a bit of warmth.

Xia Huang sat on the cultivation platform, and the thunder mark on his eyebrows appeared.

Cracking sound!

On Xia Huang's body, bursts of thunder and lightning bloomed, and the lightning was swirling, condensing into countless thunder and lightning particles, exuding a wild and scorching aura.

This is the limit of the Xuanmai Realm, the thunder mystery of the forbidden ancestral talisman.

Thunderstorm!

Feeling the violent power contained in the thunder, Xia Huang was amazed in his heart.

The forbidden ancestral talisman will never disappoint.

Thunder magnetic storms, once erupted, can burst out of extreme strength in a short period of time. According to Xia Huang's current cultivation and various means, if he breaks out with all his strength, cross-border challenges, and facing the True Yang Realm, he may not be without the strength to fight.

It's just that the thunderstorm itself is a forbidden mystery, and if it breaks out, it will also be a great challenge to Xia Huang's body. Killing 1,000 enemies and self-inflicted 800 losses, it is estimated that if Xia Huang is really desperate to explode the thunderstorm to the end, and kill the powerhouses of the True Yang Realm, he is afraid that his body will also be hit by the violent thunder, and even be disabled.

This will be Xia Huang's hole card.

"Huh?"

Suddenly, Xia Huang's eyes condensed slightly.

Put the thunder away.

Between the eyebrows, the thunder mark disappeared.

Bang! The courtyard door was slammed open, and four or five figures walked in with steps.

"You're the one from the Sword Pavilion, what's your name Xia Huang?"

The leader was a short and fat young man, dressed in a brocade robe, wrapped in a bright yellow belt, raising his head, staring at Xia Huang, looking contemptuous and arrogant, and shouted.

Four or five people behind him also looked at Xia Huang coldly.

Xia Huang glanced at these people lightly.

"Boy, it looks like it's quite draggy!" The short and fat young man pointed at himself and said, "I guess you don't know who we are, right?" Heh, I'm not afraid to let you know that we are disciples of Nanyang Pavilion and fellow disciples of Senior Sister Ruan. I heard that in the Sword Pavilion, you were very disrespectful to Senior Sister Ruan, and now, since you have come to the Mujing Palace, shouldn't you go to Nanyang Pavilion and make amends to Senior Sister Ruan?

It turned out that he came to discuss the law for Ruan Qing.

People are sitting at home, the pot comes from the sky, Xiao Lichen's words are still in his ears, and people have already come to the door first.

Looking at it like this, Ruan Qing had a good life in Nanyang Pavilion.

"What about Ruan Qing, why didn't she come herself?" Xia Huang asked.

The short and fat young man smiled coldly and said, "You kid, who do you really think you are, let Senior Sister Ruan come to you? Maybe Senior Sister Ruan will forgive you when she sees you pitiful, and it is your creation. ”

Xia Huang glanced at the short and fat young man and said, "I have a question, I want to ask you?"

"What?" the stocky young man raised his eyebrows, his toes raised.

Xia Huang said: "Nanyang Pavilion recruits disciples, is there no lower limit? Even a mentally retarded person like you hasn't been swept out yet?"

"Bastard!

It was like a drop of boiling water falling into the oil, and the short and fat young man and his party suddenly exploded, and the four or five people who came with them roared and rushed towards Xia Huang.

Xia Huang stretched out his hand.

The dragon whirlwind sword flew out.

The dragon whirlwind sword stopped slightly, and at the four or five people who rushed forward, like naughty children, looking at a group of idiots, and then there was a clear roar and galloped out. In the courtyard, the sword qi was like a thread, crisscrossing and criss-crossing, as if weaving a net, enveloping these four or five people inside.

Four or five people stood in the courtyard as if they had been immobilized, not daring to move.

All around the body were sword qi, staggered into lines.

Looking at the sword qi that was close at hand, four or five people stared at each other, their teeth trembled, and they gurgled, and in the blink of an eye, their foreheads, faces, and necks were all covered with beads of sweat, and drops fell down.

The sword qi hummed and dispersed.

Immediately, a sneer sounded, and the robes of four or five people were torn, and fine blood marks were drawn on their bodies, and blood splattered out and spilled all over their bodies. If this sword qi is a few inches deeper, it may be the tragic result of cutting the neck and abdomen, or even the whole person being cut into pieces.

"Ahhh......h

One of them was so frightened that he cried out.

Four or five people were paralyzed on the ground, wiping their faces, I don't know whether it was blood or tears, the whole person was like paralyzed mud, and they were frightened.

"A bunch of useless things!"

Seeing this scene, a gloomy light flashed out of the short and fat young man's eyes, he drank violently, pulled out a jet-black iron rod from his waist, stepped over, and smashed it down at Xia Huang.

The iron rod made of dark iron burst the air and made a thudding sound.

The cultivation of this short and fat young man has also reached the initial realm of the spiritual body.

Looking at the short and fat young man, Xia Huang shook his finger slightly.

With this strength, he dares to provoke, who gave him the courage?

Xia Huang stretched out a finger and pressed against the iron rod.

The short and fat young man felt as if the iron rod in his hand was pressed by the mountain, and no matter how he pulled it out, he didn't move at all, and his whole face was already flushed.

"Learn from the ancients to bear the guilt of Jing Jing? Or, you learn first, and the rod will be punished with three thousand, how about it?" With a cold smile, Xia Huang reached out with one hand, and snatched the jet-black iron rod from the short and fat young man's hand, and with a snap, it hit the short and fat young man.

"Whew!" the short and fat young man let out a pig-like howl, and tears were about to fall.

Smack! Smack!

Xia Huang picked up the iron rod and hit the short and fat young man with a stick.

The short and fat young man has rough skin and thick meat, but he is just fat, how can he withstand such a beating, like killing a pig, screaming, and tears in pain have already spilled down as if he didn't want money.

"No, no!"

The short and fat young man fell to his knees suddenly, holding his head in his hands, a handful of tears and snot, begging for mercy.

Xia Huang put the iron rod on the door of the short and fat young man's head and said, "This is begging for mercy? ”

The short and fat young man raised his head, stared at Xia Huang fiercely, gritted his teeth and said, "You dare to do this to me? Do you know who I am?"

"Oh?" Xia Huang raised his eyebrows slightly, "I really forgot to ask who you are, I don't know where you are retarded?"

The short and fat young man said hatefully: "You listen to me, I am a member of the Zhang family in Mirror Palace City, and my cousin is the second of the eight horses in Nanyang, Zhang Ruoyang." Boy, are you scared? Now kneel down and apologize to my master, it's still too late, maybe my heart will be soft and I won't let you die too miserably!"

The second of Nanyang Eight Horses, Zhang Ruoyang?

Isn't this the one who robbed Fengyi Taibai of the secret place token, and the culprit who persecuted Fengyi to a miserable and desolate place!?

Xia Huang's eyes flashed a slight chill.

Don't mention Fengyi, looking at the appearance of a short and fat young man, even a close relative, is so flamboyant, you know that the second horse of Nanyang Eight Horses is afraid that it is used to being rampant.

Nanyang Eight Horses, I'm afraid it's not a good thing.