Chatper 187 (2/2)

Yang Xuan strode to the woman and fed the antidote in her hand into her mouth.

Whoosh whoosh!

At the same time, the sound of breaking wind came, and a group of people rushed out from the jungle not far away.

"Damn, what are you doing, let go of my Junior Sister Ye."

"Evil thief, quickly let go of my senior sister."

"Mochizuki Sect disciple!"

Yang Xuan turned his head to look and saw the origins of these people, and his eyes swept across the group of people, his eyes soon lit up, because he saw a familiar sight from the group of more than ten Wangyue Sect disciples. figure.

Wearing a long goose-yellow butterfly dress, she looks beautiful and graceful, isn't it Su Ziyao or who?

Yang Xuan was about to say hello, and then he thought that he was wearing a human skin mask now, and Su Ziyao might not be able to recognize him. In addition, he was holding a woman with one arm. No matter how you look at the picture, there is something about it.

No, Su Ziyao didn't recognize Yang Xuan at all, and was glaring at him with fire-breathing eyes. In Su Ziyao's eyes, Yang Xuan was a rogue who was belittling her senior sister.

"That, everyone, don't get me wrong, I'm not a bad person, I'm saving people."

Yang Xuan said with a wry smile, but he let him explain how, except for Su Ziyao's face flashing a trace of doubt, everyone else didn't believe his nonsense, and they all stared at him with cannibalistic eyes.

Soon, someone found the bodies of two men in the grass not far away, and said angrily: "Boy, you are so bold, you dare to kill my Moon Moon Sect disciple without tarnishing the innocence of my Junior Sister Ye."

"I kill people, but I am also a hero to save beauty."

"What's the meaning?"

"Those two drugged your Junior Sister Ye, intending to do something wrong. I saw the injustice and pulled out my sword to help them, so I stood up and killed them."

"Nonsense, my Wangyue Sect's famous and decent, how could I prescribe medicine to the same sect?"

A young man in purple snorted coldly, this person is twenty-five or six years old, with thick eyebrows and sword eyes flying obliquely into his temples, his eyes are bright, his face is white and beardless, he is the leader of this group of Wangyue Sect disciples, and his cultivation base has reached the true astral level. Realm Seventh Heaven.

However, no matter how high the other party's cultivation base is, Yang Xuan didn't pay much attention to it, and said indifferently: "What kind of bullshit is the famous school, don't you know that the famous school is never short of hypocrites?"

"You don't know what is dead or alive, so you dare to insult my sect?" The young man in purple clothed his eyes with cold eyes, and he raised his sword and fell, slashing at Yang Xuan, trying to kill him.

"You are humiliating yourself if you do something to me."

Yang Xuan burst out, raised his hand and slapped a palm, forming a terrifying gust of wind, smashing the sword energy, then got up and looked at the young man in purple, sarcastically: "The cultivation level of the seventh heaven of the real astral realm is nothing, and you want to kill it too. I?"

"you wanna die."

"Haha, it's you who are courting death."

"kill!"

The purple clothed youth stopped talking nonsense, let out a cold snort, and when he moved, he came to Yang Xuan in a blink of an eye.

With a big hand, a burst of True Yuan gushed out, forming a icy-biting net of True Yuan, and grabbed it towards Yang Xuan. This is the stunt of Wangyue Sect. A martial artist whose cultivation base is lower than himself has always been at a disadvantage.

"Break it for me!"

Yang Xuan was fearless, his aura soared, and his invincible posture was full of invincibility. Raising his hand was a punch.

This is Jiu Ji Beng, under the urging of his powerful physical strength and true essence, the formidable power is far better than before. With a single punch, he smashed the true essence net that was covering his head, and slammed into the palm of the purple clothed youth.

With a bang, the purple-clothed youth only felt a vast force rushing in, and the whole person couldn't help retreating.

However, the horrified color on his face had not faded, and he saw a figure rushing towards him like a ghost, and then there was a crisp sound on his face, and he was slapped away by the person who came.