Chapter 397

Yang Xinyi is not a fool. Seeing that elder Qiyu reacted so violently, he immediately took back the light dragon and flew back.

But Yang Xuan didn't let him go so easily.

The two instruments suddenly gave a "buzzing" sound in his hand, and then floated into mid air, turned into a violent cyclone and fell into the mark on the ground.

Endless flames sprang up from the ground in an instant, directly involving Yang Xinyi in the heat wave.

If the red flame array is used by ordinary people, the flame power is no more than violent explosion, but in Yang Xuan's hand, the flame has the smell of Phoenix.

King of fire!

After all, Yang Xinyi was only the peak cultivation of the fourth realm. He had not reached the level of completely ignoring the fire of the Phoenix. For a time, even his eyebrows were scorched and blackened. He looked very embarrassed.

What's more strange is that the flame goes everywhere and burns when it is touched, which annoys Yang Xinyi.

He began to speed up the waving of his long sword and sent out a whistling low sound, which led a large amount of air to gather and gradually formed a rapid vortex.

The flame in the array was driven by the vortex, slowly gathered together and rose to the sky, like a fire dragon.

When Yang Xuan saw this scene, his face turned white. Then he bit his teeth and took out the wooden sword.

This guy doesn't know what means he used. It's very strange that he can mobilize his own array. It seems that the array has no effect on him. He can only use another method.

Thinking so in his heart, Yang Xuan suddenly made a force under his feet, stepped on Xiao hei and sank for a few minutes, and then jumped down from his back directly to the center of the flame vortex.

"Let me see how strong you are!"

"Boom -"

When Yang Xuan's figure disappeared into the flame vortex, there was a violent explosion in the vortex center, and the fierce Yu Wei broke out. Even elders like Qiyu couldn't bear it.

The huge smoke rose, and it was faint to see that a big pit had appeared in the center of the explosion. All the injured children lying on the ground flew out and were caught by their elders.

After the smoke dissipated, Yang Xuan's violent panting figure slowly appeared in everyone's sight.

The reason why he can still stand up now is entirely relying on the strong dragon soul to fight the second level of improved physique, otherwise he would be directly torn apart at the center of the explosion.

He has become like this. It is expected that Yang Xinyi, who is more central, will feel worse.

The people's eyes looked closely into the thick smoke that had not dissipated. A moment later, Yang Xinyi's figure came out slowly again.

"You're tough enough. You have to fight with me even if you don't hesitate to detonate the big array."

His voice was neither urgent nor slow, but it was particularly terrible in Yang Xuan's ears.

When Yang Xinyi completely walked out of the smoke, everyone took a breath of air conditioning. He was undamaged from head to foot!

Not even my hair.

What a tricky guy

Yang Xuan had to admit that Yang Xinyi's strength and talent were indeed unique among thousands of talents. It was like an insurmountable mountain lying in front of him.

But Yang Xuan never flinched back and walked towards Yang Xinyi.

Since there is no winner, fight again!

"Enough!"

There was a sudden reprimand in the sky, and then a powerful spiritual power came out. Shengsheng separated Yang Xuan and Yang Xinyi.

It was the ancestor of the Yang family who had been silent in the void for a long time. Seeing that the two people seemed to want to fight each other, he couldn't help coming out any more.

He didn't care if Yang Xuan died. If Yang Xinyi capsized in the gutter, he didn't know how long it would hurt.

Although an aristocratic family is large, a genius like Yang Xinyi is rare to see for hundreds of years. He really serves as a treasure and holds it in the palm of his hand.

Otherwise, with Yang Xinyi's temperament, I don't know which old monster died early.

He fell slowly from the air. This time he was alone and looked at Yang Xuan with a straight face: "didn't you escape? How dare you come back?"

Yang Xuan endured the pain on his body, held his head high and said, "my grandfather's lesson, the boy should prove his innocence."

Lao Zu frowned: "the evidence has been taken out. What else do you want to argue“

"I'll wait and see. My evidence should arrive soon."

Yang Xuan lifted his hand on his back and turned to look at the gate. The Blue Phoenix's eyes followed.

Did Yang Xuan place his hope on Yang Xiao?

A moment later, a man in royal clothes appeared in Yang's house. He didn't know how to get in. He smiled happily on his face and held a big box in his hand.

Blue Phoenix finally understood that the person such as Yang Xuan was manager Ding.

"I said xuanzi, I sent it to you, but there must be no damage. I gave my life guarantee to the pavilion leader, you know!"

Ding Dian walked to Yang Xuan step by step holding the box and wiped the sweat on his forehead.

"I know, I know."

Yang Xuan smiled, took the box, turned around and looked at the ancestors of the Yang family.

"Is this the evidence you said?"

"That's right."

When he opened the box, there was a picture scroll inside. Yang Xuan shook it gently and showed his true face in front of the people.

"The picture of the bright moon is the authentic work of Xu Xiang."

"Xu Xiang's authentic work?"

The ancestor of the Yang family narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at the picture carefully. A bright moon was hanging in the air. Below was a blue lake, and an angler sat by the lake.

The painting is very simple, which is no different from others, but with a little poem on the side, it is very interesting.

Sitting alone, the storm is late, watching the moon.

The geomantic omen of the treasure land is good, and those who stay alone fish.

Just two lines seemed to melt the fisherman's sad but indifferent mood in the moonlight.

There is only the word "Ruxian" below, and only one person in the whole Wei Dynasty dares to drop the word. His identity is already clear.

But the beard of the ancestors of the Yang family suddenly trembled, and their eyes looked at Yang Xuan angrily.

"The bright moon picture was collected in the family many years ago. How dare you say that this one in your hand is an authentic one!"

Either Yang Xuan used a fake painting to pretend to be an authentic work, or he stole the poems and paintings in the house. The ancestors of the Yang family had a profound influence on this picture, and the two lines of words on it made him like it very much.

Everything on the painting in Yang Xuan's hand awakened his memory, leaving only one possibility for a time.

This little thief not only stole chuantiansuo, but also the painting!

As soon as Ding Dian saw the appearance of Yang's ancestors, his face immediately became serious.

"Ancestor, I borrowed this painting from the pavilion master. Are you doubting my Wanbao pavilion?"