Chapter 50

It's like an invisible wall lying in front of you. As long as the injected momentum or aura reaches a certain level, the rest will be blocked out.

"The old city Lord should be able to inject all the momentum into it. Am I not practicing enough?"

Yang Xuan raised his head and glanced at the door blocked by the paper ball, frowning.

He has been forgetting to eat and sleep for a while, and even delayed his cultivation. In order to make it perfect, he can feel it, which may be of great help to him.

Moreover, since it is the bishop of the old city, it will not be useless. When he first entered the immortal gate, he still needs to learn many things. This opportunity for growth must not be missed.

Thinking of this, he is a Qi gathering pen again.

The aura between heaven and earth seemed to flow slowly because of his action, and a vortex was formed with him as the center. This vortex is very light, but if there is a strong person who communicates with heaven and earth here, he will certainly feel deeply. Because the coverage of this vortex is too wide.

The aura in every corner of the small old house moved, giving people an illusion that it extended to the outside.

Yang Xuan carefully controlled the flow of aura in his body, closed his eyes and felt his surroundings with his heavenly eyes.

The rice paper spread on the table automatically rises and sends out bursts of trills. I'm afraid it would have flown if it hadn't been pressed by the paperweight.

The spiritual power around him became more and more strong, and the air was dignified. Yang Xuan suddenly didn't feel it. The pen dipped in black ink in his hand was suspended quietly, and a trace of power gushed out of it, like a tiger out of the cage, trying to tear everything around him.

Suddenly, his eyes opened with a startling calm, and the symbol between his eyebrows radiated a little golden glow, stabbing people's eyes, which was extremely sacred.

But just then, there was a loud noise outside the hut.

"Bang!"

It seemed to be the sound of the wooden door hitting the wall, followed by noisy drinking and scolding, accompanied by fine footsteps.

Yang Xuan frowned and snorted. When the aura between his hands was about to dissipate, the aura vortex in the cabin immediately disappeared.

In an instant, everything returned to normal.

A little black ink seems to have been taken off, quietly dripping on the rice paper, printing a big black spot.

In the small courtyard, a vague cry and curse came in. Then, the paper ball blocked at the door of the hut became loose and suddenly collapsed back.

The golden sunshine finally entered this dark little room, spread from the door to the table, and printed the rice paper golden, even dazzling.

Yang Xuan's eyes narrowed and blinked hard. Then he looked at the door.

He stayed in the hut for too long. For a time, he couldn't adapt to the bright light. He couldn't help covering it with his hand.

With the collapse of the pile of paper balls, not only the sun came in, but also several figures of different heights.

"Yang Xuan, what are you doing?" He spoke in a loud voice. He didn't roar, but it still made people feel deafening.

The dazzling feeling in front of him gradually disappeared. Yang Xuan narrowed his eyes and immediately returned to normal, but his eyebrows were still frowned.

There are three people entering the hut. The first one is a big man with a big body. His two legs are Yang Xuan's, and his thick arms are full of muscles. His shiny bald head shines in the sun.

However, the man's face is very young. Yang Xuan has some impressions of him. Before the big competition, he had entered the top ten and his strength is very good. He just met Yang Xuan in the second place, so he is sorry to be eliminated.

Yang Xuan looked at him up and down. There was no change in his expression. He just frowned and said faintly, "I'm practicing calligraphy. What's up?"

He was not very good at these people's senses. He forced himself into the hospital and interrupted his concentrated preparation. If he didn't react quickly, he might get hurt.

However, the big man at the head didn't find his abnormality. After looking at the situation in the cabin, he immediately sneered and said in a deep voice: "practice calligraphy? The big competition among the three families is imminent. You don't practice well, but you waste time practicing calligraphy here. If you lose to the other two families at that time, can you bear the responsibility!"

The more he spoke, the more excited he became. Finally, he walked straight over, grabbed the rice paper with only one big black spot on the table with one hand, and tore it into pieces in twos and threes.

"This is my yard. Practicing calligraphy is also my business."

There was no anger on Yang Xuan's face. He just said it seriously. At the same time, he stretched out his hand, and the spiritual power flowed out of his body. He gathered the scattered pieces of paper in the air, and then fell on the ground to form a pile of paper.

His range of motion is very small and gives people a natural feeling.

The big man stared at the pieces of paper on the ground, some of which were shocked. You know, this skill looks simple, but even he is difficult to do, let alone so natural.

However, as soon as he stopped for a moment, the other two people behind him came up. One of them had an ordinary face and had no impression, and the other was Yang Shi who had come to "compete" with him before.

Although he was hurt a lot last time, Yang Shi's style was not affected at all. He took two big steps before and after, sneered at Yang Xuan, and immediately stepped on the pile of broken paper.

The pieces of paper that had been piled together suddenly fluttered. With the wind brought by Yang Shi scattered, the cabin suddenly looked a little messy.

"Now that you've got the quota of the three families, you should take responsibility. We're also urging you. If you're not willing, you can directly let the quota out and save us the humiliation of the Yang family."

Yang Shi said strangely, and winked at the two people nearby.

Although the big man looked simple and honest, he was not stupid at all. He quickly responded, scattered the idea of retreating just now, and said in a deep voice: "yes, Yang Xuan, if you still read the kindness of the Yang family to you, give the quota of this big ratio..."

"You've messed up my house."

Before the big man finished, he was interrupted by Yang Xuan.

At this time, Yang Xuan was not listening to him at all, but stared at Yang Shi with a serious look.

The big man's face suddenly collapsed and looked gloomy. Because this trip was forced in, and Yang Xuan had never offended him before, he didn't want to make it big.

However, his words were so ignored, but it made his heart angry. The big palms like Pu fan were tightly held together, and the sound of bone friction came out.

"Yang Xuan! I'm talking to you!"

He said in a low voice, like a male duck stuck in his throat. It's very ugly.