Chatper 1264 (1/2)

"Hehe, the reason why I don't kill you is because you are still useful, otherwise why would you be alive now?"

Yang Xuan smiled and said: "Live well, you can bring the news of my wedding back to the High Heaven Sword Pavilion. If you want to come to your faction to learn about the news of my upcoming wedding, you will definitely send someone to come to me with a generous gift. Congratulations."

As he said that, there was a trace of disdain in his eyes, no matter how strong the High Heaven Sword Pavilion was or how many masters came, he was completely unafraid.

Below the true immortal, he is invincible!

With his current strength, in this mortal world, there is no need to look at other people's faces and act.

It can be said that the immortal world is his next goal.

This world is just a springboard for him to continue to become stronger. Sooner or later, he will bring everyone to the fairyland to create a legend that has only belonged to him since ancient times.

"Okay, I can assure you here that I will bring you a great gift from High Heaven Sword Pavilion in the near future."

Zuo Lengchan's chest was heaving and his teeth were itching with anger.

Dare Qing Yang Xuan never took him or even the High Heavenly Sword Pavilion behind him in his eyes from beginning to end. This can't even be described as arrogant and arrogant. It is simply unforgivable.

"The fifteenth day of next month will be the day of my big wedding, and I will be here waiting for the people of your faction."

Yang Xuan looked at Zuo Lengchan, the smile on his face did not diminish, but he seemed very calm, and this calmness also made all the bigwigs secretly startled.

No one knew where he got the confidence to ignore High Heaven Sword Pavilion like this.

The High Heaven Sword Pavilion has been established for hundreds of thousands of years. It is the real ancient sect in the Xuanhuang Realm. It is said that there are no less than ten monks in the Cave Heaven Realm alone. They can be called masters, hiding dragons and crouching tigers.

However, in the face of such a big force, a sect, a young man born in a small world, he dared to put down his rhetoric here, and he did not feel afraid at all.

"Alas, the ignorant are fearless, sooner or later this son will pay the price for his youthful frivolity."

"Come on, on the fifteenth of next month, Lingxiao Sword Pavilion will definitely send countless experts, and there will be no shortage of great cultivators in the cave. In short, this son has not many days to live."

"Don't be too arbitrary in your words. Since this son dares to invite the world and let all monks come to his wedding, he must have something to rely on. I dare to say that."

The bigwigs from all sides communicated through voice transmission. Some people think that Yang Xuan is doomed, and some people think that Yang Xuan may not really die.

After all, Yang Xuan is not a fool, not only is he not a fool, he is also a rare genius and evildoer in the world. How could such a person joke about his own life, the lives of countless people under his family and the lives of many women around him?

"Stop talking nonsense, this is all the royal energy in the old man, you can just use it to refine it if you have the ability."

Zuo Lengchan was furious in his heart, but he resisted and did not do anything. As soon as he stepped on the ground, he came to a place not far in front of Yang Xuan in an instant, with golden light all over his body, and his royal energy was soaring. There were more than 1,800 paths in total.

One after another, the emperor's aura rose into the sky, shaped like thick five-clawed golden dragons, giving people a great power, as if it was a respectable emperor of the world, and people couldn't help but worship.

Yang Xuan narrowed his eyes and said lightly: "Perfect imperial aura should be bright in color, and the emperor is mighty. It seems that you have taken a shortcut, so your imperial aura is not pure."

"Since you look down on this old man's royal aura, then you don't have to."