Chapter 385

Qiyu stood at the front and stared at Yang Xuan's eyes. Her anger was released and released. After a moment, she took a deep breath and calmed down.

"Boy, you'd better say what you have. This is our last patience in Fengming mountain. Don't go too far!"

His tone was very strict, but he couldn't hide a trace of grievance, which suddenly made Yang Xuan feel more embarrassed.

"Isn't that good for us?"

Yang Xuan silently recited a sentence with some guilt, and the careless voice of the little Panther came from his mind immediately.

"What is bad? It should be very good! When these guys used so many mean means to you, why didn't they see them? I'm sorry, now you're polite."

"If I had been Lord Bao, I would have scolded them for their six souls and seven tricks!"

The little black leopard has always been this temper. Of course, Yang Xuan knows it, but Yang Xuan still feels that he can't let go when he really does things according to its logic.

Maybe this is what the little Panther often says about thin skin!

Thinking so in his heart, Yang Xuan squeezed out another smile on his face and arched his hand: "boy, I've seen Qiyu grow old. This time, the boy came here to ask for some spirit grass, hehe."

"Do you want spirit grass?" Qiyu's face immediately showed a trace of impatience. She waved in disgust and said, "no, no, hurry!"

While he said this, he was ready to close the array again. Fortunately, Yang Xuan saw his idea in advance and stepped on the position of the cyclone just now.

There is no place to arrange the array eyes. See how you stop me!

Qiyu and the elders behind him were really stupid immediately. Unexpectedly, the boy's attainments in array were so good that he found the position of array eye so soon.

For a time, Qiyu couldn't help getting angry and said, "boy, don't go too far!"

Yang Xuan immediately spread his hand: "don't be angry, elder. I just want some spirit grass... Of course, it's not for nothing. I'll give the corresponding reward!"

With that, Yang Xuan took out a huge spiritual ticket from the storage bag and waved it at Qiyu.

To his surprise, this action completely angered Qiyu and made his face red.

"Did you come here to show off your wealth? We Fengming mountain don't need your money! Get out!"

At the next moment, Qiyu waved her hand and clapped a palm. A huge palm virtual shadow rushed to Yang Xuan. The palm wind even made Yang Xuan's feet slightly unstable.

In order to avoid this palm, Yang Xuan could only dodge and retreat, just leaving the position of the array eye. He was sealed by Qiyu's sleeve robe, and the next moment the array closed again.

"Alas! Elder, listen to me!"

Yang Xuan shouted so loudly, but all the voices were blocked by the array. Unconsciously, Qiyu added a silence array to give herself a quiet space.

"It's shameless! It's just a broken array. Dismantle it for him!"

The little Panther immediately shouted. It seemed that it was not Yang Xuan who was driven out, but himself. He was very excited.

The cold sweat on Yang Xuan's head seeped out: "even if you untie the array, I'm afraid they won't die! It'll be troublesome to attract the owner's attention at that time."

Yang Xuan thought that if such a thing fell on him, he might be furious and never die with that man.

"What should I do now? If you don't have spirit grass, you can't repair the crack on your bone. Something big will happen!"

"Isn't there more than one day? Just think of another way."

Yang Xuan said so. He had already stepped back. Obviously, he had no hope for Fengming mountain.

Just a few steps away, he suddenly heard the opening sound of the big array behind him, and his heart stopped for a moment.

Maybe things will turn for the better!

Thinking so excitedly, Yang Xuan turned his head and looked at the past. After the battle, he was still familiar with the faces of several elders, but there was one more person among them.

It's Yang Dingen, the master of Fengming mountain!

Yang Dingen's expression on his face at the moment was not very ugly, but he didn't have a pleasant face. He stared at Yang Xuan for a moment, and slowly said, "you just said, you want spirit grass?"

In front of him was the head of the family. Yang Xuan also became serious and said, "yes, uncle Ding en, please help the boy once for everyone's face."

"Help you once, huh." Yang Dingen sneered, then his eyes became fierce and said, "who will help me Fengming mountain again?"

The failure of the competition means that everyone in Fengming mountain has to go home and receive severe punishment from his master.

At that time, the hard life will be even worse.

At the thought of the future life of the people, Yang Dingen couldn't help feeling uncomfortable.

But this matter can't be counted on Yang Xuan's head. Therefore, Yang Xuan bowed his hands very frankly and said, "each is his own master. I feel sympathy for the experience of Fengming mountain, but I'm not wrong to speak with strength."

"Of course you're not wrong."

Yang Dingen shook his head and said a lonely sentence, and then turned around: "come in and tell me what spirit grass you want."

……

When the spirit grass piled into a hill was placed in front of him, Yang Xuan felt like he was dreaming.

Just now, he was still in despair. The next moment, Yang Dingen appeared, agreed to his request, and gathered all the spirit grass on the note in a short time.

The old guy must have something to ask himself!

With this in mind, Yang Xuan stepped back, distanced himself from a large number of spirit grass, and carefully said, "Uncle Ding en, if you don't accept the spirit ticket, I dare not take these spirit grass."

Yang Dingen sat on the chair and stared at Yang Xuan. The walnut in his hand creaked. He didn't speak for a moment. He seemed to be thinking about something.

And the faces of elder Qiyu and others nearby seemed more angry, and secretly scolded Yang Xuan for not knowing good or bad.

After a long silence, Yang Dingen finally broke the heavy atmosphere and said slowly, "I don't want your spiritual ticket, as long as you promise me a request."

His voice was a little hoarse, as if he had aged dozens of years in a moment.

Yang Xuan was stunned and then replied, "Uncle Ding en can tell me. If I can do it, I won't refuse."

There was only one day. Yang Xuan couldn't wait to find someone else to ask for lingcao. He could only harden his head and prepare to accept Yang Dingen's request.