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"Hehe, if I promise you, what good will it do to me?"

Yang Xuan asked with a smile, looking at Mu Lingxue without blinking.

"what do you want?"

Mu Lingxue asked subconsciously.

"It's very simple, take off the veil and let me see the beauty."

"you……"

"Hehe, just kidding, don't be angry, Miss Mu."

"Then do you agree with me?"

"I, Yang Xuan, are not inhumane. Since Miss Mu has spoken, how can I save your face?"

If it were someone else, Yang Xuan would not pay attention to it, but Mu Lingxue was kind to him, no matter how he wanted to kill, he had to consider Mu Lingxue's feelings.

"real?"

"I'll keep my word."

"thanks."

In the open space here, when they heard the conversation between Mu Lingxue and Yang Xuan, the expressions on the faces of the young geniuses were ugly.

In Mu Lingxue's eyes, none of them were Yang Xuan's opponents, and they could not even live or die.

At the moment, Mu Lingxue had to intercede for them, and they could save their lives after waiting.

This is a great humiliation, and it will make them more angry than Yang Xuan calling them a clown who jumps on the beam.

For a while, there was a peak of divine power. A man in brocade with a long sword jumped up and looked down at Yang Xuandao: "I, Nie Feiyun, come from the great world of Kyushu, do you dare to come up and fight me?"

"Why don't you dare."

Yang Xuan stepped on his feet, rushed into the air, stood at a distance of seven or eight meters from Nie Feiyun, and said casually: "Go ahead, just use any means, and I will follow them all."

"You are courting death, the wind and thunder!"

Nie Feiyun felt that he was being despised, his anger erupted, and he directly used the secret movement technique that he has been proud of since he became famous. The whole person rushed towards Yang Xuan with a thunderous sound.

"It's a little tricky."

Yang Xuan stood with his hands behind his back, unmoved.

"Hmph, my Nie clan has the noble blood of the ancient wind thunder beast flowing in the body, and you, a small human race, will only be stepped on by me, and there will never be a place to turn over."

As he spoke, lightning flashed around Nie Feiyun's body, and the gust of wind was blowing, and his power was indistinguishable for a moment.

"Don't say anything, or you won't be able to get off the stage later."

Yang Xuan sneered.

"The ninth style of the wind and thunder sword - the wind and thunder are shocking!"

Nie Feiyun was a rare nonsense, and instantly the human and the sword merged into one, turning into a sky-shattering sword light, and with the rolling thunder and lightning, it fiercely slashed towards Yang Xuan with the momentum of destroying the dead.

As soon as the sword came out, the world changed color, which shocked many spectators. It seemed that Nie Feiyun was so strong.

"Little Doyle."

Yang Xuan swiped with one hand, and a golden flame gushed out, turning into a giant tripod with three legs and two ears, more than ten meters in size, and its brilliance was restrained.

This is creating a creation with divine power, and immediately shocked countless people.

They can do this, but if they want to create such a huge cauldron in such a short period of time, they can't do it.

"This is... the divine power of the sun, the divine power of the sun recorded in ancient books!"

At this moment, even Mu Lingxue's eyes widened in surprise.

Since she was a child, she has read a lot of books and has seen extraordinary people. She was not surprised by Yang Xuan's creation methods, but by the high temperature released by the giant cauldron.

Only the legendary sun power can have such a terrifying aura.

"It's just a cauldron, cut it for me!"