Chapter 402

"Boom!"

As soon as Yang Xuan's voice fell, Yang Xinyi over there stabbed him with a sword, and was immediately blocked by the protective array in front of Yang Xuan.

Sneak attack!

Looking at the funny smile in Yang Xuan's eyes, Yang Xinyi couldn't help blushing and biting his teeth, but another sword stabbed him in the past.

People like him absolutely despise the means of sneak attack, but just now I don't know why, I suddenly felt a sense of crisis. The whole person couldn't help but want to start first.

Yang Xuan smiled coldly and didn't let him back. He punched Yang Xinyi's sword directly.

The golden light lit up on his fist, and then a dragon chant came out of Yang Xuan, which directly shocked Yang Xinyi.

The next moment, the sword tip has been broken.

"This... How can this be possible? This is a Chinese Lingbao made by my grandfather himself!"

"Hehe, my fists are no worse than your Lingbao now."

Without a lot of resource support, Yang Xuan couldn't get a good baby, but he practiced his fists into a baby.

With the support of the dragon soul formula, his fist is as hard as meteorite iron, and even has the potential to surpass.

Yang Xinyi's spirit sword is only doped with a small amount of meteorite iron. How can it compare with Yang Xuan?

Then, Yang Xuan punched a virtual shadow, forced Yang Xinyi away, and called out Liangyi plate.

"The sky thunder array was soft just now, isn't it? Now you try again?"

As soon as the voice fell, the dark clouds in the sky gathered again, and countless electric lights flashed, followed by a loud bang, and countless thunder fell from the sky.

This time, both the quantity and power were much more violent than that of Yang Xuan before.

As for the reason, naturally, it is because Yang Xuan's cultivation soared. With the increase of his spiritual power, the power of the array naturally increased.

Yang Xinyi didn't give up. He repeated his old skills. He waved countless sword Qi in his hand to fight against the divine thunder in the sky.

But this time, the sword Qi didn't even delay the falling momentum of shenlei. It was blown up in mid air as soon as it touched.

Then those divine thunders, like eyes, gathered on Yang Xinyi's head and fell down. The size of the bucket directly hid Yang Xinyi in the thunder light.

"No!"

Seeing this scene, the ancestors of the Yang family shouted angrily and immediately wanted to stop the game. An old man slowly appeared in the void.

At the moment when he saw the old man, a trace of fear appeared on the face of the ancestors of the Yang family, and then he hurriedly said, "Mr. Zhou, why are you here!"

The ancestors of the Yang family are people who have lived for hundreds of years. At the moment, they have to respect others so much that the age of the old people opposite can not be estimated.

Old Zhou smiled, touched his beard and said, "wise, this is a matter between younger generations. Don't do it with your generation!"

If someone else said this, the ancestors of the Yang family could respond with a sentence that they didn't care about their own family affairs, but he couldn't say it to Zhou.

Zhou Lao's meaning of favoring Yang Xuan in his words has been very clear. Otherwise, he would not appear until now, but would have done it long ago.

What good luck did the boy have? Why did these big people hit him one by one?

Yang's ancestors smiled bitterly, then hugged their hands and said, "old Zhou said so, I'll look at it."

Zhou nodded with satisfaction: "ha ha, it's so good."

Their eyes looked at the field at the same time. The thunder light had dissipated slowly, and the result of the battle would be known soon.

To everyone's surprise, Yang Xinyi still stood in place. Obviously, his whole body had trembled, but he still didn't fall down.

"I don't accept... I don't accept... Why can you, a guy from a broken place in the countryside, defeat me..."

"Because you are just a flower that has not experienced wind and rain."

Yang Xuan said coldly, jumped down from Xiao hei and walked to Yang Xinyi step by step.

"Your sword is so powerful and your means change so much, but you use only some ordinary means. It's fancy and useless... It's enough to fight, but it's too far to protect your life."

Yang Xuan said so. It seems that he has experienced many battles in his eyes. Whether it is in the secret territory of wanlingzong or the escape outside the transmission array, he lingers at the critical moment of life and death every time, and one careless step is the abyss.

In such an environment, Yang Xuan grew very fast. Not only did his accomplishments rise, but even his body training and array went out of his own unique way.

Although Yang Xinyi has unparalleled Kendo talent and powerful resources, he has been in the capital since childhood. He sees the world better than this prosperous capital. Compared with Yang Xuan, he is simply too happy.

One is a teenager who has survived countless times, and the other is a flower in a greenhouse with countless resources. Under the same level, Yang Xuan even disdains to look at him.

Listening to Yang Xuan's words, Yang Xinyi's eyes gradually moistened. He became arrogant and used to it from small to large. He hasn't tasted failure in his life, but he has experienced it twice in Yang Xuan's body.

The girl I liked fell in love with Yang Xuan, and the battle I was proud of lost in Yang Xuan's hand.

Why? It shouldn't be

Seeing that Yang Xinyi's tears were just angry and had no meaning of repentance, Yang Xuan couldn't help sighing.

"Oh, you are hopeless."

With that, Yang Xuan stretched out a finger and flicked it at him. Yang Xinyi immediately flew out of the middle area and fell outside the competition.

At the same time, the incense lit by the ancestors of the Yang family just came to an end.

After the competition, Yang Xuan won.

The whole observation platform was quiet for a moment, and then the cheers of mountain collapse and tsunami broke out. The scene that everyone most wanted to see finally appeared.

Especially among them, Yang Dingshan and Yang Dingen both roared red and looked at each other inexplicably. The two old men couldn't help laughing happily.

In this case, although the ancestors of the Yang family loved Yang Xinyi, they had to stand up.

"I announce that Yang Xuansheng in this competition will return to the capital in three days. Now the master's family will transfer to Qingzhou City!"

At the moment of hearing this sentence, Yang Xuan put his eyes on the viewing platform. Yang Dingshan was already in tears.

This was originally the lineal line. At the beginning, he was defeated in the family competition and exiled to Qingzhou City. Now he finally returned in this extremely glorious form, which is undoubtedly the result of Yang Dingshan's thinking day and night.

"Father, Wuqi, do you see? Xuan'er won and we can come back..."

Yang Dingshan murmured that the children of Qingzhou City covered with scars behind him had cried.

"No! I'm the master of the Yang family!"

In the crowd, a piercing voice roared out.