Chapter 207

The power in the phalanx was extremely strong. Even if it was covered by the spiritual power, Yang Xuan still couldn't bear it at such a close distance, and a little cold sweat exuded from his forehead.

He pointed at the phalanx, and a faint white light burst out on it, vaguely surrounded by red silk.

After several days of practice, he also found that if he poured the spiritual power of Liyan formula into it when using magic weapons, his power would be greatly increased.

However, the cultivation time of Liyan Jue is still short, and the transformed spiritual power is not much. It is very limited to use it.

That wisp of red light seemed to stimulate the ferocity in the phalanges, with great prestige. In the room, the green plants fluttered and moved automatically without wind.

"Thirteen breaths and seventy percent spiritual power have made some progress."

Yang Xuan gritted his teeth. He controlled his finger bones and silently calculated the time.

If this finger bone can be manipulated for a long time, it will greatly increase his chances of winning. Even if Zhao Hu Xiu wants to be higher, it is difficult to resist this kind of treasure.

When his spiritual power was completely exhausted, he took out the red wooden sword and began to practice.

This practice lasted two days. Then a knock at the door pulled him out of the practice.

"Master Yang Xian, your majesty, please."

A general respectfully explained his intention and then took Yang Xuan to a hall.

In the middle of the hall, Zhao Wuming stood there with a frightened face, while Jiang Huang said something to him kindly.

"Brother Zhao!"

Yang Xuan was surprised. He looked at Jiang Huang with a look of doubt.

"Master Yang Xian, you are here at last. Brother Zhao has been waiting for you for a long time!"

"Brother Yang."

Seeing Yang Xuan coming, Zhao Wuming secretly breathed a sigh of relief. After all, in the face of the Lord of a country, the pressure in his heart was still great, and even his face was always frightened.

Yang Xuan looked at him up and down. Suddenly, his heart moved. At the center of his eyebrows, a ray of golden light flickered and faintly wanted to get out of his body.

"Lord Jiang, can you..."

"Oh! Master Yang Xian, I still have some government affairs to deal with. You talk first."

Jiang Huang smiled, glanced at Zhao Wuming inadvertently, and immediately went out.

The hall was silent.

Yang Xuan stared at Zhao Wuming tightly. After seeing him step back two steps, he asked faintly, "brother Zhao, how do you feel that you seem to have changed?"

"Hehe, boy, I feel very sharp."

A voice suddenly came out. Strangely, Zhao Wuming kept his mouth shut and didn't speak.

And there is no third person in the hall.

"Who!"

Yang Xuan was surprised. The spiritual pressure of the third realm immediately spread all over the hall. A small silver shield flew out of his sleeve and soared to the size of a person, horizontal in front of him.

"Smelly boy, how long haven't you seen me? I can't even remember?"

The voice sounded again. Looking for prestige, he found a black symbol in the center of Zhao Mingming's eyebrows.

"Are you?" Yang Xuan frowned, thought for a moment, and immediately widened his eyes: "you are a little Panther!"

"Pooh! Call me leopard!"

The symbol at the center of the eyebrow trembled and a sound came out again.

Yang Xuan finally confirmed it. He was overjoyed and put away the silver shield. He took two steps to Zhao Wuming's near and looked at the symbol curiously.

"How did you get into brother Zhao's eyebrows?"

"Alas, it's a long story. Put your hand out first."

"Reach out? What are you doing?"

Yang Xuan was a little strange, but he held out his right hand as he said.

Suddenly, the Fuwen culture in the center of Zhao Mingming's eyebrows made a black light, which burst out, and then disappeared into Yang Xuan's palm, where a common black symbol was printed.

"All right, boy surnamed Zhao, you can go."

The sound came out again. This time, the sound source was the palm of Yang Xuan's right hand, with a touch of laziness and fatigue.

Yang Xuan was stunned. He looked at Zhao Mingming and his palm. He didn't know why.

Zhao Wuming stood aside from beginning to end, stunned and didn't speak.

"What are you waiting for? Are you two stupid? By the way, boy, what about the spirit grass you picked from Li's Wasteland last time? Come on, eat two."

"What?"

Yang Xuan was completely confused. He looked at Zhao Wuming and wanted to know something from him.

Zhao Wuming just scratched his head and said with fear: "brother Yang, this little black leopard... Leopard master, it was struck by thunder at that time, and then it entered my mind and asked me to come to you all the time. Therefore, I am..."

"Struck by thunder?"

Yang Xuan frowned and thought of his feeling three days ago. He immediately knew it and asked, "panther, don't you have a magic weapon to suppress the sky thunder? Why are you split by the thunder again?"

"Don't mention it."

This time, the voice didn't come out, but sounded directly in Yang Xuan's mind: "the tripod was badly hurt and couldn't be used for a long time. Now I can only rest in your body to cover up my breath. In addition, it just allows me to recover."

Yang Xuan was introverted and felt for a moment.

The little Panther's breath is really weak. It drifts between his palms, even less than his own spiritual power.

"Are you hurt?"

"What do you think!"

The little Panther's voice was a little resentful: "some old people seem to know me. Relying on many people, they just beat me seriously and were split by God thunder for more than a dozen times. If the boy surnamed Zhao didn't meet me, I'm afraid I'm all gone now."

He said with a cold voice, which went straight through Yang Xuan's mind and made him shiver.

"All the life-saving spiritual herbs have been consumed, and the treasures have almost been destroyed. I will settle this account with them sooner or later."

Yang Xuan was speechless. He felt the majestic killing of the little panther. He was awe inspiring. After hesitating for a moment, he said to Zhao Wuming, "brother Zhao, I hope you don't spread the matter."

He was a little worried. The little Panther had always been a mystery in his heart. Now looking at this posture, it seemed that he had provoked someone. If he was involved, it would be difficult to resist with his current strength.

He doesn't want to have more right and wrong.

Zhao Wuming nodded repeatedly and swore to heaven. Fortunately, he was stopped by Yang Xuan.

"Brother Zhao, did you come to the capital alone?"

"No, Zhu Quanzhu came to work around the capital. I came with him."

Yang Xuan nodded. Zhu Quan's work was implemented, and he was also steadfast in his heart.

After chatting with Zhao Wuming, he resigned and returned to the courtyard alone.

In fact, this is more urged by the little panther. Now it is too weak and in urgent need of spiritual grass to supplement itself.

As soon as he returned to the house, Yang Xuan took out all the spirit grass after sealing it with spirit power, including the one left to him by the little panther.