Chatper 1517 (1/2)

"madman!"

Duan De shouted with shock and deep anger on his face, and his whole body was shaking.

An immortal king who is high above the sky and penetrates the sky and the earth, in front of the world, is completely disregarding his identity, and suddenly attacked Yang Xuan, a true fairyland junior, what kind of bullying is this?

When Duan De thinks about it, he must feel angry, aggrieved, and guilty, and he has never been so eager for power as he is today.

With his cultivation in the Taoist realm, he was really too weak, so weak that he couldn't even stand up and fight alongside Yang Xuan.

"Lin Feng!"

"Little friend Lin!"

At this moment, Fairy Jalan and Wang Mingde also changed color.

"Don't worry, I'm not dead yet."

Yang Xuan waved his hand, his chest undulating, wisps of blood spilled from the corners of his mouth, and his face was extremely pale.

The imposing manner of an Immortal King should not be underestimated. His physical body was as strong as him, and he also suffered a lot of internal injuries. Fortunately, he was a complete success in life and death, otherwise he would have been shattered and killed on the spot.

"Master, does your injury really matter?"

Jiutian Winglong gasped and asked, it has successfully completed the advanced step, and its physical body has been stronger than several times. The coercion of the Immortal King at this point is not enough to threaten its life.

Compared with Yang Xuan, the injury was obviously much lighter.

"A little injury is not a big problem, it will heal with rest."

As Yang Xuan spoke, he raised his head and looked at the white-robed old man, without the slightest reverence in his words.

"Don't say that you are just an Immortal King. Even if an Immortal Emperor stronger than you comes, don't make me kneel. Although my cultivation base, Lin Feng, is not high, I still have the backbone of a man."

"You can survive under the pressure of the old man, your bones are indeed very hard."

The white-robed old man snorted coldly, his face was gloomy like water, and he said condescendingly: "This old man holds his own identity, and I didn't want to shoot at you, but if you dare to be disrespectful to the old man, the old man will never be soft-hearted."

With his cultivation of the Eighth Heaven of the Immortal King Realm, even a little coercion was enough to make Yang Xuan kneel on the ground and never get up again.

But Yang Xuan suffered this coercion, but he was only injured and did not kneel to him, which is surprising and unbelievable.

At this moment, Rao is the white-robed old man with a calm demeanor, and he was used to seeing all kinds of immortal geniuses and arrogant people, but now the eyes of Yang Xuan have become different.

This young man does not seem to have a high cultivation base, but his strength is obviously far superior to that of too many cultivation bases.

If he is allowed to grow, he will surely become an Immortal King and Immortal Emperor in the future.

"Interesting, I didn't expect a character like you to appear in this small Zhenwu Immortal Domain. It's no wonder that you can conquer the Nine Heavens Winged Dragon."

Han Daosheng narrowed his eyes and looked at Yang Xuan with a little admiration.

"Young Master, this son can't be kept, otherwise it will become a serious trouble for his confidants."

The white-robed old man said.

"Immortal King wants to kill me, I have to lead my neck to be killed, but in the eyes of everyone, I'm afraid you won't be able to lose that face."

Under the gazes of one after another, Yang Xuan slowly stood up and stood proudly above the Nine Heavens Winged Dragon.