Chapter 416

"Boy, if you want to think about it, the dim life star is a great disaster. You may still have a chance of life when you leave Luodu. If you insist on staying here, there is only a dead end."

The ancestor of the Yu family said something and sat down again, staring at Yang Xuan with deep eyes.

After a moment of silence, Yang Xuan said slowly, "Grandpa, the destiny is determined by heaven. Won't there be disaster in another place?"

The ancestor of the Yu family pondered: "your destiny is indeed unalterable, but there is a glimmer of vitality left in the 49 days of the avenue. Your only vitality now is to leave Luodu."

But if you leave now, Weiyuan Houfu will not give up. If you can't find yourself at that time, you may want to fight Miss Liu. How can you face brother Ning at that time?

Yang Xuan pondered for a moment, looked at Yu Qingcheng with a faint color of worry on his face, and finally sighed.

"Since the ancestors said so, let's leave Luodu!"

Yu Qingcheng has been worried about Yang Xuan's safety for fear that Yang Xuan would be foolish and force him to stay. At this moment, when he heard this sentence, he felt a sigh of relief and came over to hold Yang Xuan's hand.

The ancestor of the Yu family also nodded slightly and stood up: "that's the best. I'll leave first if I have other things to do this time. Qingcheng will be handed over to you."

With that, the body of the ancestors of the Yu family slowly disappeared, and finally completely disappeared into the room.

After comforting Yu Qingcheng, Yang Xuan returned to his room and couldn't close his eyes.

If brother Ning came back and saw a dilapidated Red Lotus Square, he must be very disappointed in himself. At the beginning, the two had a life-long friendship in the Zhou family, and Yang Xuan felt more and more uncomfortable.

After midnight, Yang Xuan finally turned out of the window at night and decided to solve the future problems before leaving.

Luodu city is still very prosperous at night. There is no curfew like the capital, and the streets are still brightly lit.

Weiyuan Houfu is the same, but the atmosphere inside is very heavy.

"A bunch of losers! I spent a lot of money to let you assassinate that boy, but you were driven out without even getting close to the gate?"

The little Marquis said angrily. The exquisite tea cup in his hand was not stingy at all and directly smashed at a group of people in black in front of him.

In front of him was a stout man, who endured this without saying a word, and then said quite wrongly: "young Hou, we have encountered a hard stubble. That guy's strength exceeds us too much. If he didn't kill his heart, we wouldn't come back."

Recalling the strong breath he felt outside the inn before, the strong man still has some lingering palpitations.

They were really unlucky. They happened to meet the terrible existence of the ancestors of the Yu family. Fortunately, they picked up their lives and came back.

The more he listened to his explanation, the more angry he became. He suddenly flew into a rage and said, "I don't care what method you use. Before the sun rises tomorrow, I must see the boy's head!"

"But..."

"No, but! If you can't do it, hand in your own head!"

Several people in black looked at each other. Finally, they bit their teeth and said they went out.

Watching them leave, the young Marquis still felt angry. Looking at the fragments of tea cups on the ground, he thought secretly whether to ask the housekeeper to do it again. Although that would disturb his father, keeping the boy is always a disaster.

I haven't figured it out yet. Several people in black who went out just now slowly retreated back.

As soon as he saw them, the little Marquis angrily said, "what are you doing? I didn't say..."

At half the time, the young waiting master was stunned. While the man in black slowly retreated in, a familiar figure came in with a wooden sword.

"Xiao Hou, don't bother you. I'll bring it to the door myself."

It was Yang Xuan who came. As soon as he arrived outside the waiting house, he heard the roar of little Lord Hou. When he saw several people in black coming out, Yang Xuan immediately showed his body and forced them out.

"By the way, I said I should listen to me. What shit fate? Uncle leopard never believes those. As long as the root of the evil is removed in advance, there will be no great disaster."

The little Panther spoke lazily. Yang Xuan was expressionless, and several people in black had surrounded him.

The little Panther has been chattering since just now, but Yang Xuan was ready to do so at the beginning. It sounded a little irritable.

Watching Yang Xuan gradually surrounded, a sneer appeared on the little Marquis's face: "Yo, there's a way in heaven. You don't go. There's no door in hell. You're going to throw yourself. Are you crazy to die?"

"Is this the killer you invited to deal with me? It's not enough!"

Yang Xuan retorted, stretched out his hand and waved a sword. A hot wave poured out around, and several people in black quickly dodged.

Basically, they are all about the cultivation of the third realm. There is a big gap with Yang Xuan's cultivation. They are no different from several ants. The only threat is one of the big men who has just entered the fourth realm.

As for the little Marquis, there is no threat from a second boundary.

Seeing that the people on his side were retreating, the little Marquis couldn't hang on his face. He immediately raised the stool around him and threw it at Yang Xuan.

"I can tell you, this is Weiyuan waiting house. If you disturb my father and them, you can't get out of this gate today!"

"Then let them come and try together!"

Obviously, it was the little waiting Lord who wanted to kill himself. At the moment, he dared to threaten himself. Yang Xuan immediately got angry and rushed out with his sword.

Except the big man, none of the others dared to stop and retreated one after another. The angry little waiting Lord scolded again.

When the big man turned his hands over, two bright short thorns appeared in his hands. Compared with his strong body, this weapon really doesn't match.

Yang Xuan didn't tangle, but stabbed it with a sword. It was fast, and Yang Xinyi had the meaning of a sword.

The big man had a lot of fighting experience. He immediately crossed two short thorns in front of him and just caught the wooden sword in Yang Xuan's hand. Then he clamped it in the middle and tried to break Yang Xuan's wooden sword.

His short spike is made of Tianshan cold iron. It is extremely hard and cuts iron like mud. I don't know how many times I have broken many weapons with this move. People who don't know him will almost get hit the first time.

Those weapons are still so, let alone a wooden sword.

The big man even smiled on his face, but there was a sense of strength in his hands. His hands were bounced off by the collision, and his eyes widened.

That wooden sword is so good!

Don't say it's broken, not even a scratch!

"No, it's absolutely impossible. It's just a wooden sword..."

The big man said as he sweated on his forehead and took a few incredible steps back.