Chatper 1571 (1/2)

"Who are you!?"

Sun Wanfu abruptly stood up and glared at Yang Xuan, his expression extremely ferocious.

The patriarch of the dignified clan, an old and powerful person from the sixth level of the Immortal King Realm, was so embarrassed by a junior who appeared out of nowhere. He really couldn't afford to lose this person.

It is true that with his tyrannical mana, his injury is not so serious, but an injury is an injury. This is not an indisputable fact. No matter how he hides it, outsiders can see this confrontation. He obviously suffered a loss.

The most unacceptable thing for him was that he was half-kneeled by the opponent's punch, which was simply beyond shame.

When the news spreads, his grandson Wanfu will also be ruined and ridiculed.

"This person's origin is unknown, and his face is tight. I am afraid that he is not a person from our vast immortal realm. Could it be a descendant of an ancient aristocratic family from the outer realm?"

"Hey, only those real immortal forces in this world can teach such enchanting characters!"

"This son's cultivation base is obviously only the appearance of entering the Immortal Sovereign Realm. Why is his combat power so terrifying, especially his physical body, which is much better than many old demons who have been practicing for many years and have proven themselves."

At this moment, the ancestors of all immortal kings also focused their attention on Yang Xuan, secretly guessing his origin.

Such a young Immortal Monarch, a genius who can injure Sun Wanfu strongly, no one would believe him if he had no background.

"It's him, it can't be wrong!"

Soon, among a group of juniors of the Tibetan Sword Palace, someone suddenly exclaimed.

"Shen An, do you know this person?"

Situ Yun descended from the sky and immediately came to the disciple of the Tibetan Sword Palace who was speaking, and asked in a deep voice.

"Reporting to the ancestors, the disciple once saw this person in the Tianyao Mountain Range, but he was repelled by the opponent with one blow. At that time, he didn't even have time to see his appearance, but he remembered his appearance and breath. ."

The disciple of the Tibetan Sword Palace named Shen An said word by word: "The disciple is sure that he is that person. He seems to have stayed in the Tianyao Mountains for a long time."

There is another sentence Shen An didn't say, that is, at first he thought Yang Xuan was an immortal saint, who would think that he was not an immortal saint at all, but just an immortal monarch, which was much lower than his cultivation. .

"And this!"

Situ Yun squinted his eyes and waved Shen An back at will. For a while, he had no idea to stand up for Shen An. Even Sun Wanfu was injured by Yang Xuan's fist. Yang Xuan's strength was evident.

"Junior, the old man asked you, who are you?"

Sun Wanfu quickly asked again, his eyes were fierce and pressing, as if he was going to eat people. At this moment, everyone could feel his anger.

"My name is Lin Feng. Of course, Lin Feng is just my pseudonym. You don't deserve to know my true identity."

Yang Xuan said lightly.

"You're crazy, the old man admits it, this old man will remember it, and he will pay it back in the future."

Sun Wanfu gritted his teeth and said that he was not sure that he could kill Yang Xuan, but if he wanted to leave, Yang Xuan would never be able to keep him.

"If you have revenge, you have to report it as soon as possible, so why wait until later. Besides, don't you think you can really get away?"

Yang Xuan was amused, his body moved, the Great Void Technique unfolded, and the speed was unbelievably fast, and he killed him straight.

Now that he has forged a beam, there is nothing to say. Either you die or I die, this is also his consistent code of conduct.

"This son, really want to kill Sun Wanfu!"

"Should we go over and help?"

"No, this Sun Wanfu is arrogant and domineering. If he died here today, it would not be a bad thing for us."