Chapter 54

However, the last one is somewhat depressing, especially Yangzhuang.

He was beaten and had to apologize to others. This kind of thing really hurts everyone. Moreover, the pain has not disappeared so far.

Feeling a trace of pain from time to time from his chest and back, and thinking about what Yang Dingshan said, his face immediately turned red.

"Well? Why, don't you accept it?"

Yang Dingshan noticed the difference of Yang Zhuang and immediately narrowed his eyes. His momentum was ready to come out. Even when he saw Yang Xuan in the later stage of the second stage, his eyelids jumped.

In the past, the strict and kind uncle showed his domineering side as the patriarch.

As a monk in the second realm, he is also the first strong man of the Yang family and the patriarch. Naturally, no one dares to disobey his words, even a little opposition.

Yang Zhuang only felt that the cold hairs on his body were blown up, and a familiar sense of oppression arose spontaneously.

This is very similar to the moment Yang Xuan brought him before.

As soon as the idea came out, he couldn't help but be surprised in his heart and looked at Yang Xuan with a frightened look. Momentum can't be fake. It comes from deep fear.

"Yang Zhuang, what do you want to do!"

Seeing that he still had leisure to see Yang Xuan at this time, Yang Dingshan's eyebrows immediately wrinkled together. Li drank, and a momentum immediately poured over.

When Yang Qianxue saw it, he was shocked and hurriedly stopped: "clan leader, wait a minute."

"Huh?"

Yang Dingshan was really angry at this time. In this case, Yang Zhuang's behavior was almost equivalent to contempt for his dignity.

At this moment, the great and round accomplishments of the second realm were revealed. The pressure of the stormy waves almost shrouded Yang Zhuang in an instant, which made his body sink suddenly, and bean sized sweat beads appeared on his forehead.

In this case, he naturally did not dare to mobilize his aura. He could only hold on to his teeth and said hard: "patriarch, Yang Xuan... He has a big secret..."

These words were intermittent. The pressure around him made him even short of breath, and his muscles burst into veins. Obviously, this level of pressure made him a little unbearable.

Yang Dingshan's eyebrows picked up, his thoughts moved, and the aura around him immediately returned to calm.

"So strong, this is beyond the ability of the second boundary. Is uncle getting closer and closer to the breakthrough?"

Yang Xuan's eyebrows and eyes were shocked. Among the people present, he was probably the one who felt the most deeply. This breath even made him feel the sense of crisis.

When the pressure dissipated, Yang Zhuang was relieved and shook his body. Fortunately, he was helped by the people nearby in time, so he didn't fall.

His eyes became as like as two peas at a time. He looked at Yang Xuan and immediately shouted, "there must be a big secret on the patriarch, Yang Xuan. The pressure he brought to me before was exactly the same as it was just now!"

Yang Zhuang felt as if he had grasped Yang Xuan's handle, constantly recalled his previous feelings, and continued: "also, his eyes will suddenly turn red, which is very terrible. He must have been possessed by some evil thing!"

On the other side, Yang Shi and his wife were also bright.

They were shocked by Yang Xuan's momentum before. They didn't pay attention to this. Now they think about it carefully and suddenly found a clue.

How can a person in the later stage of the first stage make them feel fear? The sense of oppression like substance is even comparable to that of Yang Dingshan, the patriarch, and the scarlet pupils. No matter how you think, it looks like an ominous omen.

After figuring out the key, the two quickly nodded and agreed with Yang Zhuang. They were about to speak, but Yang Dingshan gave them a hard stare.

"Enough!"

Yang Dingshan said in a deep voice, and immediately made the whole conference hall quiet. Yang Qianxue stood beside him, dark and complex.

"I know what happened to xuan'er. You don't have to say it again. Go to confinement for me immediately. I don't want to see you again before Dabi starts."

His words were the iron law of the Yang family. As soon as the words fell, several bodyguards came in and dragged the three out. This time, Yang Qianxue didn't speak.

"Patriarch! Yang Xuan, he really has a problem..."

Yang zhuangman's unwilling voice came in from the gate of the hall, but no one paid attention to it.

When the three figures disappeared completely, Yang Dingshan turned his head, looked at Yang Xuan and said seriously, "xuan'er, what are they talking about?"

He knows what red eyes mean. At this time, he naturally asks about pressure. His cultivation is close to the third realm, so he knows a lot of things that ordinary people don't know.

Yang Xuan's realm at this time should still be a long way from him. It is reasonable that it is impossible to form coercion. That is the means of the third realm. Even if he has only stepped into it for so long, it is just his first glimpse of the doorway.

In the first two realms of the way of cultivating immortals, the aura of the monk is scattered, which is very troublesome to mobilize. Only after entering the third realm, that is, Kaiguang realm, can he forge a Lingtai, gather and purify the aura, and his strength will be greatly improved.

At that time, the aura that gradually forms the climate can provide enough power, and the cultivator's control power can be improved, so that this aura can be released and condensed into power, that is, the force of oppression.

This method seems simple, but it involves so much that the second environment can't be mastered at all.

Yang Xuan naturally didn't know this. He scratched his head and his eyes kept flashing.

"What's the matter? Isn't it convenient to say? The uncle won't force you." Yang Dingshan pondered for a moment and waved his hand. He had no intention of getting to the bottom of the matter.

"Neither."

Yang Xuan shook his head, organized the language, and immediately said, "uncle, I was called by the city Lord half a month ago. He taught me a lot about prestige. That's why I practice calligraphy at home these days."

"Practice calligraphy?"

Yang Dingshan frowned and was a little confused, but he didn't say much after hearing that he was the bishop of the city. The city Lord's strength is unfathomable. Even he is elusive. In addition, he loves calligraphy. I think he appreciates Yang Xuan and should not harm him.

"Yes, it's calligraphy. I've been practicing injecting momentum into words recently."

Yang Xuan explained and immediately looked around.

The conference hall is very empty, with no extra furnishings, in order to create a solemn atmosphere.

After watching for a long time, he finally put his eyes on a tea cup on the table, stretched out one hand and moved his mind. The majestic aura rushed out and fell directly on the cup.

After a while, in the frightened eyes of Yang Dingshan and Yang Qianxue, the cup staggered and flew.

"The art of defending things!"

They both screamed at the same time, and their faces changed greatly!