In a slightly dilapidated alley, a young man in a blue-green robe hung the pickled fish in the courtyard early, carrying a bamboo basket with some books for sale, but when he opened the courtyard gate, he saw a withered and peeling willow branch at the gate of the courtyard, looking lifeless.

There was confusion in the eyes of a pair of willow leaves.

The tall willow is at the mouth of the alley, even if the branches fall, it is unlikely to fall in front of his house, and besides, the wind blew not too much last night.

The man put down the bamboo branch, bent down to look at the willow branch, and asked softly in an extremely gentle voice, "Willow branch, do you want to tell me something?"

I don't know what I thought, looking back at the pickled fish that had been hanging in the yard waiting to be dried, and then looking down at the lifeless willow branch on the ground, the man's lips trembled uncontrollably.

Gently put that willow branch in the yard and began to run wildly in the alley.

The people in the streets and alleys were a little strange why this usually gentle and elegant young man suddenly seemed to be crazy.

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Bi Siqian didn't say anything more persuasive, it seemed that he was just drinking porridge, and from time to time he was grabbing the pickles in the little fluttershy with Xu Changan. If outsiders look at it, it is like the grandfather and grandson teasing each other, the scene is extremely warm, harmonious, and a little cold...

A bowl of rice porridge was quickly eaten, Bi Siqian raised his sleeve and wiped the rice grains stuck to his beard casually, smacking his lips as if he had an aftertaste.

Raising his head and looking at Yang Hejiu's face, he asked very kindly, "Mr. Jiu, is it okay?"

As he spoke, he pointed to the empty porridge bowl in front of him.

Yang Hejiu understood what he meant, and didn't say anything, just nodded, and was about to get up with the bowl in his left hand, but he just felt a little bad as soon as he got up.

Suddenly, he noticed something, and the chair behind him instantly burst and turned into powder.

With a slid of his feet, he came to the side of the old man in white.

Without hesitation, his left hand opened his five fingers, and with the empty wooden bowl, he slammed it towards Bi Siqian's shoulder!

At the same time, the only index finger of the right hand pressed heavily on the back of Xu Changan's heart, and the fingers slid quickly from top to bottom.

Without the slightest drag, it seemed like a smooth operation, but it was too late.

It often only takes a moment for the strong to fight, and this time it was the moment when Yang Hejiu got up.

The end seems to be doomed.

The wooden bowl was backlogged and began to deform rapidly and shatter.

With the muffled sound of that palm, and the unique sound of the wooden bowl breaking. From the moment Bi Siqian entered this city, the old blood that had been blocked in his heart finally spurted out.

Staggling to his feet from the courtyard, he couldn't imagine how the young man, who had been by the side of the dean since he was a teenager and had never had contact with outsiders, could come back to his senses so quickly and realize his motives.

I don't understand how he can do it to himself, the master of the Imperial Spirit Division, without hesitation for a young child who has only known him for less than two days.

He thought that Yang Hejiu didn't perceive his motives at all, because he didn't directly slap Xu Changan to kill him instantly, but changed another way to cover up what he had done. He also thinks that even if he does something, Yang Hejiu will not do it with him for the sake of a mere teenager.

He thought that he had done a good enough job of covering up, but he found that he still underestimated Yang Hejiu.

He paid a huge price for this, and in exchange for it, he only got the bad breath in his heart.

As for the life and death of the young man with a pale face and a bleeding nose and eyes, he would not even consider it at all, and he would not even count it in his gains. What's more, if he knew before he made a move, he would not choose to make a move, even if there would be even a little risk.

If the boy dies, he will not have any joy, and if the boy survives, he will not have any regrets.

That life was not the purpose of his attack, his purpose was just to vent the evil breath held in his heart.

It's like a young child who is wronged and angry and keeps kicking a tall willow tree at the entrance of the alley just to vent. As for kicking a few dead or a group of ants, it doesn't count as their trophies and his mood is a little better, and he doesn't care if it evokes the memories of a young man next to Yang Liu in the courtyard next to him.

All he needs is to vent.

Wipe the blood stains from the corners of his mouth, and he didn't have time to care about the fragments of the wooden bowl that were deeply stabbed in his shoulder. He left the courtyard as fast as he could, fleeing the city.

The body is extremely embarrassed.

On the other hand, Xu Chang'an's situation is much more critical.

The full eyes seemed to be fuller and fuller, as if they were about to overflow, and the blood stains slowly flowed down the eye sockets, and a young face was terrifying.

The body was even hotter and red, and the back sweated like rain.

There were two extremely domineering and evil auras that kept moving up and down in the body.

This feeling is like two evil catfish swimming and devouring in his body, it is very painful, but not only painful, but also accompanied by the boy's fear of death.

The young man had a hideous face, but his whole body could not move, and he ended up like a fish waiting to be slaughtered.

But the devouring didn't last like that.

Immediately, another warm breath slowly penetrated from behind him, wrapping his heart and lower abdomen, which he couldn't say was like a mountain. The breath was as deep as the sea, but not as turbulent as the sea, only soft.

Xu Changan didn't know that it was the Origin Aura.

Yang Hejiu didn't have any reservations, and a powerful aura fluctuation emanated from this inconspicuous room.

The whole city was shaken by the constant gathering, churning, and soaring into the sky.

Outside the city, those strong war horses who rushed to the battlefield and were accustomed to seeing life and death were all inexplicably frightened by the fluctuations of this sky-rushing aura, and kept kicking and beating their front hooves, panicking.

The sky-high breath was followed by silence, and it seemed as if everything was going to come to naught.

It was so quiet that Xu Changan gradually couldn't hear his own wheezing, nor could he feel the two strong breaths in his body and the warmth that wrapped him, and he wasn't even sure if he still had a heartbeat.

His expression gradually became less hideous, as if he had come to his own body, and he could even quietly watch this battle of attack and defense in the battlefield of his body, but he could not hear the sound, nor could he feel the pain and warmth.

The silence did not ease his injuries.

The middle-aged man in the north of the city frowned, obviously a little puzzled, he didn't know what was going on in the west of the city, in his opinion, although Bi Siqian and Yang Hejiu were both great cultivators of the Upper Three Realms, even if they fought hard, they wouldn't be so desperate to fight for their lives.

Turning his head to look further north, he stopped the idea of going to take a look.

Although that aura was imposing, it was enough to deter the troops outside the city at ordinary times, so that they did not dare to move forward, but the current situation was obviously the time when the two of them came to this city and their defenses were the most empty, so he couldn't leave at will.

Everyone looked in the direction that the aura came from, but no one dared to approach, but there was one person who was different.

Liu Chunsheng had already run to the gate of Xu Chang'an's courtyard, wearing a blue-green robe with a lot of dirt, and when he saw the picture in the house, he rushed into the courtyard frantically.

Looking at the young man whose nose and eyes were still oozing blood, but his face was as calm as a dying face, he struggled to stabilize his mind and asked, "Mr. is saving him?"

Yang Hejiu frowned, his perfect face was unusually pale, he nodded with difficulty, and did not speak.

Liu Chunsheng closed the door with trembling hands, slumped on the ground at the door, regardless of his elegant image, a pair of gentle willow leaves on weekdays had a deep fear in his eyes, that fear had only appeared three times in his eyes in the previous years, and he didn't want to have this fourth time.

This fear of his is fundamentally different from Xu Changan's fear, but it is both fear.

Next door, Zhang pulled his son Yu Ming through the wall to carefully observe the movement on this side of the yard, and the young man cried and wanted to climb over the wall, but was tightly hugged by Zhang.

The two balls of breath injected into the boy's body were not huge, only the size of two grains of rice, but even so, they were fatal enough for a ten-year-old boy.

Xing Shatter lay in the black long box, constantly making a slight vibration and low sound, as if he wanted to unsheath and cut off the two hateful auras for Yang Hejiu.

The battlefield began to shift as Yang Hejiu's fingers slid down, coming to Xu Changan's lower abdomen.

There is a tall mountain-like existence, unattainable, and seems to contain infinite power.

There is the first threshold to enter the cultivation, which is the first realm, also known as the opening of the mountain, and the so-called opening of the mountain is this mountain.

Only by opening this mountain can we build a lake to attract spirits and then practice.

But Yang Hejiu didn't intend to use Bi Siqian's two groups of aura to help Xu Chang'an open the mountain, if so, a large number of Upper Three Realm powerhouses would have emerged in this world.

The external force will only cause it to collapse in an instant, and the damage caused by the collapse will not be able to withstand even the powerhouses who have reached the upper three realms and even the heavenly and human realms.

Yang Hejiu was able to do this just to transfer the battlefield and prevent Xu Changan from injuring his heart and lungs and vomiting blood on the spot.

In Xu Chang'an's abdomen, the two black and evil catfish kept escaping and destroying, and another warm aura kept rushing in front of it to intercept and surround it, because the battlefield was inside Xu Chang'an's body, so Yang Hejiu's worries were far more than imagined, and it was impossible to be as unscrupulous as those two domineering and evil aura.

Two great cultivators of the Upper Three Realms were fighting inside the body of a young child. Even if it was only a grain of rice, the damage caused to a weak teenager who had not yet set foot in cultivation was immeasurable.

Therefore, Yang Hejiu needed to carefully calculate in advance the aura fluctuations that collided with each interception and blocking, and there should not be a trace of residual power coming out, even if it was like this, it still prevented the further aggravation of the damage in the young man's body in a short period of time.

But even that was in vain, for the mountain was cracked.

Xu Changan stood on the top of the mountain, clearly saw that the two targets of gas the size of a grain of rice were blocked one after another, and angrily hit the bottom of the mountain.

He didn't know the severity of the consequences, but his body was unusually honest, and with the impact, a mouthful of blood spurted out.

The next moment, two clouds of gas exploded, and the balance of the mountain was disrupted, and it began to shake violently.

Another warm aura immediately surrounded it, ensuring that there would not be a trace of the aftermath of the explosion, but there was nothing he could do about the mountain.

Xu Changan was shocked by the picture in front of him, a little shocked why these two gases the size of rice grains would burst out with such a powerful force, and he was also a little afraid, if these two gases exploded in the heart and lungs, he was afraid that he would lose his breath in an instant.

In terms of choice, what Yang Hejiu did was not wrong, but in terms of results, it may be useless to make a choice or not.

Xu Changan couldn't hear or perceive it, but he could see it. He even saw very clearly that although the mountain under his feet was slow, it could not be stopped from sloping downward.

The building will fall, and it will be difficult to support a single tree.

Xu Chang'an's mountain, Yang Hejiu can't support it.