"Roar!"

An earth-shattering roar came out from the mountainside of Songshan, the howl was amazing, it seemed that the entire Songshan was trembling, and countless old pines on the mountain were windless and automatic, and the pine needles fell to the ground with a bang. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Flocks of white cranes that were strolling among the pines were startled by the howling sound, screamed and flew out through the forest.

The birds and beasts of the entire Songshan were frightened out and scurried all over the mountain.

Mountainside.

Just as Yang Xian let out a long howl, the face of the yellow-robed strange man on the opposite side changed drastically, and his body that was shocked by Yang Xianxiao's sound shook and then stood firm.

But after standing firm, the yellow-robed strange man pulled his legs and ran.

He had already heard from the whistling that he was by no means Yang Xian's opponent, this person reacted very quickly, saw that the opportunity was not good, his body flashed, and he was already more than ten zhang away, it was really as fast as lightning, and his body was shocking.

But he's fast, Yang Xian is faster!

Just when he dodged forward and didn't land on the ground, Yang Xian let out a long howl and stretched out his hand to shoot falsely.

Rumble!

The palm is thundering!

The yellow-robed man who was running away was like a lightning strike, and a strong force slammed his back into collapse, causing his chest to bulge high.

"Poof!"

Fragments of blood and internal organs splattered out of his mouth, and his whole body was hit by this huge force and soared into the sky, and before he could land, he had already passed out in the air.

Yang Xian took a big stride, just one step, the distance of dozens of zhang had been crossed by him, and his arm stretched out, and he had already grabbed the unconscious yellow-robed man in his hand.

Yang Xian has never been so angry!

I've never felt so sorry for myself!

In the few days he stayed in Songshan, because he was the same age as Huang Xiaomin, Huang Xiaomin often came to him to play, and gave him a gadget from time to time, such as a woodcarved tiger, a wreath woven by himself, fungus, mushrooms picked on the mountain, and other irrelevant but warm and lovely little things.

Huang Xiaomin treats people sincerely and has no wit, although these things she gave Yang Xian are not rare, but this friendship is precious.

It was because of this that Yang Xian agreed to her to catch a white crane for her as a pet.

Now that I think about it, if I didn't have this white crane as a pet, Huang Xiaomin wouldn't have ridden the crane away, and I wouldn't have met this yellow-robed man of the Heavenly Mandate Sect, and if I hadn't met the yellow-robed person, I would never have been insulted by this person.

I originally wanted to help her, but in the end I hurt others!

Thinking of this, Yang Xian was angry, sad, and a little self-blame.

"If only I hadn't given her a white crane!"

He always finds reasons for doing things from himself, and rarely criticizes others, and now that Huang Xiaomin has suffered such insults, he naturally feels that he also has a guilt that cannot be escaped.

The way of Confucian cultivation has nine realms, namely, Gewu, Zhizhi, Sincerity, Righteousness, Self-cultivation, Qi Family, Governing the Country, Leveling the World, and Datong, which are not only the order of realm cultivation, but also the basis for the division of martial arts.

Yang Xian is now a martial arts master, which corresponds to the realm of "governing the country".

It stands to reason that when he reaches his realm, he has achieved self-cultivation, and he rarely shakes his Dao heart because of external objects, but Yang Xian is young after all, he is brave and diligent in martial arts cultivation, but at the spiritual level, he still lacks the experience and precipitation of ordinary martial arts masters in the years.

When his teacher Mei Niansheng went to his death to take revenge and leave him, he held his breath in his heart, and then witnessed the tragic situation of Qingzhou people eating people, this anger became bigger and bigger, but he could still suppress it.

Later, he encountered the Heavenly Mandate Sect's killing people and alchemy in Cold Forest City, and the situation of people from several villages he had recently encountered were turned into puppet living corpses by machine worms, which made the dissatisfaction in his heart accumulate more and more, and he can no longer suppress it.

This is also the root cause of his recent confrontations with people, and his methods are extremely violent.

He is the master of Confucianism, known as a great ambition, thinking about governing the country and the people, pacifying the world, the world is harmonious, and everyone is like a dragon.

The harmony of the world is not only his long-cherished wish in life, but also the foundation of his self-cultivation.

Now witnessing the people born between fire and water, but the current court doesn't care, plus the crooked ways of the evil sects on the rivers and lakes take advantage of the chaos in the world, the demons dance wildly, and the whole world is in chaos, Yang Xian, who is the master of the Confucian sect, is powerless to help, this kind of nest feeling is really worse than death.

And he is a strong man, he has always been unable to swallow his anger, you can know how uncomfortable he is in his heart.

And now on this pine mountain, outside the pine crane hall, this yellow-robed strange man finally aroused his monstrous anger!

All the dissatisfaction and anger that had accumulated in his heart these days exploded after seeing Huang Xiaomin's tragic situation!

"I know who you are!"

Yang Xian grabbed the neck of the yellow-robed stranger with one hand, lifted him into the air, and shouted: "The four protectors of the Heavenly Mandate Sect, Kong, Chang, Sun, and Meng, among them, Sun Futong, the sky-swallowing lion, is the most lustful, you must be Sun Futong!"

In his shouting, Sun Futong's body in a coma trembled one after another, and every word Yang Xian spit out was like a giant hammer hitting Sun Futong's body, and every word and blow shattered Sun Futong's whole body bones.

Sun Futong, who had been unconscious, screamed loudly and woke up with his eyes open.

But before he could react to what was going on, Yang Xian had already grabbed him by the neck and picked him up and smashed him to the ground, "But even if you are the Blood Demon Prince He, you have to die today!"

Rumble!

Rubble is flying, smoke and dust are everywhere!

Sun Futong's slender body smashed on the ground of the rocks, and a large pit was smashed out of the ground with a radius of about one zhang, and the rocks were broken like spider webs, spreading several zhang away.

With just this blow, Sun Futong's body was torn apart, and he couldn't die anymore, leaving only his head in Yang Xian's hands.

The four protectors of the Mandate of Heaven have been shaking the rivers and lakes for decades, but they can stop children crying at night, and two of them died one after another today, especially Sun Futong's death was the most inexplicable, and he didn't know whose hands he died in until he died.

Yang Xian didn't even give him a chance to speak, and smashed him to death on the spot.

In the smoke and dust, Yang Xian took the head of Sun Sun Futong in his hand in front of him and threw it away.

He turned to look at Yun Wu'er, "Cloud Gate Lord, listening to this person's tone just now, there should be a demon of the Heavenly Mandate Sect nearby, I will go down the mountain and kill him cleanly!

When he turned around, everyone in front of him looked frightened and retreated.

Everyone at the scene saw that he was so violent and ruthless, and they were all shocked, only Huang Zongji burst into tears and hissed: "Kill, kill, kill, don't leave a single one!

Yang Xian said: "Yes! Eliminate all the evil, and leave no one behind!"

He glanced at Yunwu'er, suddenly let out a long roar, and took a big stride down the mountain.

After walking a few steps, he came to the edge of a cliff, and in the exclamation of everyone, Yang Xian stepped out of the cliff, and the people took steps in the air one after another, and when they landed, they had reached a few miles away.

When others fell in the air, their minds relaxed, constantly sensing their surroundings, and everything within a radius of dozens of miles was reflected in his mind one by one.

The body walked with the heart, the body walked with the wind, and when he landed and opened his eyes, an octagonal pavilion appeared in front of him.

The pavilion was next to a path, and two old men were playing on a stone table.

When Yang Xian opened his eyes, the two old men had a sense at the same time, turned their heads to look at Yang Xian, and looked surprised.