Chatper 1576 (2/2)

There was a sneer at the corner of Yang Xuan's mouth. On Yanshen Star, he didn't take any consideration, and he could use the Pangu Axe completely. As long as his hands and feet were clean, he probably wouldn't be noticed.

With the powerful power of the Pangu Axe, he could kill the Immortal King like slaughtering ants, but he was unable to obtain the God of War Art for a long time, which made him feel a little itchy and could not help but transmit the Pangu Axe Spirit.

"senior……"

He just spoke when Pangu Axe Ling said lazily, "To practice the God of War Art, you need to find an absolutely quiet place. Let's talk about it when you enter the Flame Temple!"

"Thank you senior."

Yang Xuanlian claimed to be thankful, and the person also fell from the air, just because a large number of immortal monks appeared in front of them, and among them there were many seniors from the immortal king realm.

Although he is not afraid of trouble, the trouble that can be avoided must be avoided as much as possible, and there is no need to waste time on some trivial matters.

He walked forward step by step, and soon entered a huge ruin site. Judging from the scale of this ruin site, it seemed like a large tribe.

The ancient Yan clan lived in tribes on the Yanshen star. Yang Xuan once heard Emperor Yan casually mention this on the way here.

"Fellow Daoist, please stay!"

Just as Yang Xuan was walking forward unhurriedly, someone in the back suddenly shouted loudly, Yang Xuan instinctively turned his head to look, and saw a group of people rushing over.

"What's the matter with you?"

Yang Xuan stopped, turned around and asked.

A group of more than a dozen people, most of them are young, depending on their clothes, most of them are loose cultivators, and the highest cultivation base is the Third Heaven of Immortal Monarch Realm.

It was a man in green robe, about twenty years old. He was tall and straight, with a handsome appearance. He gave off a gentle and elegant bearing when he raised his hands and feet. He didn't look like a loose cultivator, but like a descendant of a big family. And it was this person who stopped Yang Xuan just now.

"It's okay, just seeing that fellow Daoist is alone and has a good cultivation, so I want to come over and make friends."

The man in green robe stepped forward with a smile, and did not forget to introduce himself.

"Guo Feiyu from Tiancang Xianyu, I don't know how friends are called, and where did they come from?"

"Lin Feng, from a small place, can't compare to Brother Guo's Immortal Realm, let alone mention it."

Yang Xuan was neither enthusiastic nor cold, just said calmly.

"It turned out to be Brother Lin, lucky to meet!"

Guo Feiyu didn't care, and said to himself: "Guo goes out and travels and loves to make friends, and these people behind me are friends I met on the road. If Brother Lin doesn't mind, you can go with me. Let's explore this piece of Flame God together."

Guo Feiyu has excellent eyesight, and he saw Yang Xuan's extraordinaryness at a glance. He did not underestimate Yang Xuan because Yang Xuan was only a newcomer to the realm of immortal kings. He even felt a powerful force faintly from Yang Xuan.

That power comes from Yang Xuan's body, which makes people have to pay attention.

"Don't be afraid of Brother Guo's jokes. I love to cause trouble. Wherever I go, there is no peace. If you get too close to me, you may cause trouble."

Hearing this, Guo Feiyu and the others were all stunned. It is really rare in this world that there are people who belittle themselves so much.