The two old men in this long pavilion, one on the left wearing a blue robe, with a white face and black beard, looked white and fat, like a rich man, born with a smile and kind eyebrows, which made people feel good at first sight. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

An old man on the right is thin, dressed in green clothes, with a face like the bottom of a black pot, thick eyebrows, and an ancient face.

The two of them sat on the stone bench, and at the same time turned their heads to look at Yang Xian, who suddenly appeared outside the pavilion, with a shocked expression.

The two of them are some of the best masters in the world, and they didn't realize until Yang Xian came to him, which was not trivial.

The fat old man put down the chess pieces in his hand, got up slowly, and said with a smile: "This Taoist friend is very tight, I don't know how to call ......"

"Fat and thin Second Venerable?"

Yang Xian squinted at the two of them and interrupted the white fat old man's words, "The fat venerable of the Heavenly Mandate Sect has a bloody hand like Situ Liang, and the thin venerable Qiankun is red at night, but the two?"

The white fat old man and the black thin old man glanced at each other, and both saw the look of surprise in each other's eyes, and the fat old man nodded and said, "Yes, I am Situ Liang......"

"Good!"

Before he finished his sentence, Yang Xian, who was standing outside the small pavilion, sneered, let alone answered, raised his palms to his chest, took a deep breath, and then suddenly pushed forward!

"Boom!"

It was like a thunderbolt in the middle of the sky, the wind was blowing, stirring the sky, and the two old men in the long pavilion shouted angrily, and jumped out of the pavilion together.

At the moment when they had just left the long pavilion, the entire octagonal long pavilion had been smashed by Yang Xian's palm in the air.

"You're so unreasonable!"

Situ Liang's body jumped into the air, standing in mid-air and turning his head to look at Yang Xian, with a shocked, angry and dazed look on his face, "How did you break this pavilion? The chessboard I just bought was also broken by you......

He stood in the void and spoke, his body did not sink, this skill was really shocking.

"This fellow Daoist, is there any misunderstanding between us?"

Situ Liang walked in the air, walked in front of Yang Xian in a few steps, and his body slowly fell, revealing a cautious expression, "Did I kill your family and friends together when I killed people last night?"

At this time, the black-faced old man had already floated to the ground and stood behind Yang Xian, but he didn't say a word.

The two of them echoed each other, and when they landed, they had already surrounded Yang Xian in the middle.

After Yang Xian pushed out his palm, he immediately stopped moving, and it was not until both of them landed on the ground that he looked down slightly at the white fat old man opposite, and said lightly: "I'm Yang Xian!"

Situ Liang's face froze, and a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes, but then he disappeared and said with a smile: "Yang Xian, good name!"

Just as Situ Liang was speaking, Yang Xian's body flashed, slapped forward with one palm, and shot again!

Situ Liang's face sank, this time he no longer dodged, and raised a chubby palm to face Yang Xian, "Yang Sect Master has such a big temper!"

Before he raised his palm, it looked white and tender and could be broken, but after he lifted it, it suddenly turned blood-red, the size of a fan, and the smell of fish came to his nose.

When Situ Liang raised his hand and palmed it, the black and thin old man behind Yang Xian Ye Hongguang's face also changed, raised his arm and swung his fist, slammed into Yang Xian's back, and let out a cold snort, "It turned out to be you!"

The two seemed to have heard of Yang Xian's name for a long time, but they had not seen Yang Xian himself.

The two of them have the same mind, they have been fighting side by side for decades, one of them is moved, and the other person will have a sense, and at this time, they will attack Yang Xian back and forth.

Yang Xian let out a long roar, slapped Situ Liang's palm and suddenly accelerated, and when Situ Liang's palm was raised, the palm force was extremely strong and he was already facing him.

Bang!

Situ Liang let out a strange scream and fell into the air, and rolled out like a ball of meat, all the flowers and trees along the way were shattered and disintegrated by him, and when he stood up, he was already more than ten feet away.

After Situ Liang got up, he was not in a hurry to assist the night red light, but first slapped a big tree beside him, and when he slapped it, the big tree did not move, but the body of the tree suddenly turned bright red.

Then a gust of wind blew, and the towering tree suddenly turned into debris in the sky, collapsing and scattering.

He slapped Yang Xian just now, and before the poisonous gas in the poisonous palm was released, he was beaten back into his body by Yang Xian with amazing internal strength, almost going straight into his heart.

People like them who cultivate poisonous palms are most afraid of fighting with people whose skills are higher than their own in their lives, and once they are defeated, they will suffer great pain under the backlash of poisonous skills.

At first, he thought that Yang Xian's young age must not be as profound as his own cultivation, so he dared to palm Yang Xian, but he didn't expect that he couldn't stand a palm and was beaten away.

After slapping Situ Liang away with one palm, Yang Xian reflexively slapped his palm and faced the night red light that rushed towards him from behind.

Different from Situ Liang's crimson poisonous palms, the palms of the night red light are as colored as bluestone, and the cold air hits people, and what he cultivates is a kind of feminine skill.

"Bang!"

With his palms intersecting, Yang Xian's body shook, his long hair suddenly stood up, and the ground under his feet "clicked" and cracked countless spiderweb-like cracks.

The night red light was a muffled snort, and his body flew upside down to the sky, and the covered Tsing Yi shattered into pieces of flying flotsam in the air, scattering and flying, leaving only the close-fitting clothes still on his body.

Looking at Ye Hongguang, who flew out upside down, Yang Xian's face was surprised.

He had long heard of the prestige of the Mandate of Heaven Sect's fat and thin two respects, the two of them were martial arts masters who had been famous for many years, and they were the first batch of elders of the Mandate of Heaven Sect who followed He Tianxing when the Mandate of Heaven Sect was just established.

These two are famous grandmaster-level masters in the older generation, and it is said that their skills are almost the same, and they have always been two people together against others.

But after fighting with the two today, Yang Xian found that this night red light was much more clever than Situ Liang, Situ Liang was still in the realm of a martial arts master, but the night red light was already in the realm of a half-step sect.

It seems that either the rumors from the outside world are wrong, or the red light is scheming this night and has been concealing his own cultivation.

But this surprised thought only flashed in Yang Xian's heart, and then Yang Xian's body flashed, and he had already arrived in front of Situ Liang, who had just gotten up more than ten zhang away, clenched his fist to make a seal, and slammed down on Situ Liang's top door.

He smashed this seal, and before his fist arrived, the strong wind had already covered Situ Liang's whole body, making Situ Liang like a king covered by a water tank, and it was difficult to struggle out.

As long as Situ Liang was momentarily delayed, Yang Xian would be able to smash his head.

Situ Liang suddenly reacted when Yang Xian's strength covered his body, and he was frightened, his body slipped in place like a spinning top and spun in a circle, and in an instant, he drilled a big hole in the ground, and disappeared from the ground in the smoke and dust.

Rumble!

Yang Xian's imposing impression of the air only fell to the ground at this time.