Chapter 460

At the moment when the two had just fought, Yang Xuan felt a powerful force coming.

Zhu Jiu was indeed worthy of being an immortal. In an instant, the power of the copper hammer almost exceeded that of a wild cow. The wooden sword made a clicking sound and seemed to be about to break.

Yang Xuan could resist him with his terrible body cultivated by his dragon soul formula, but the wooden sword couldn't support it. He had to lift it out and step back quickly.

"Don't run!" Zhu Jiu shouted angrily. The copper hammer in his hand danced out flowers. With his left arm stretched out, he smashed the copper hammer directly at Yang Xuan. After Yang Xuan dodged flexibly, he fell heavily into the ground.

When the surrounding people saw this, they immediately marveled.

"It has long been said that the young master of the Zhu family can pull up the mountain. Indeed, he deserves his reputation!"

"Yes, I'm afraid these two copper hammers add up to one or two thousand kilograms. I can't lift ten of them!"

But Yu Qingcheng seemed very comfortable. She carried her hands leisurely and didn't mean to worry about Yang Xuan. She knew that Yang Xuan couldn't lose.

At the next moment, Yang Xuan threw out the Liangyi disc in his hand. In the blink of an eye, it was dark. The whole door of Zhu's house was shrouded in a heavy fog. People were all in a panic.

"What's going on?"

"Darling, that boy is an immortal master. He has such a magical means!"

Zhu Jiu also felt something wrong. His left hand stretched out to hold the void. The copper hammer that fell into the ground began to loosen faintly. Finally, it turned into a streamer and returned to Zhu Jiu's hand.

"I tell you, I don't know how many immortal masters fall under my young master's hands. No matter how strong you are, my young master can drop them with a hammer!"

He stood in the fog and couldn't really see Yang Xuan's figure. In order to prevent a sneak attack, he could only keep waving a copper hammer with both hands and heard the sound of breaking the air.

Yang Xuan was not far from him at the moment, holding his hand and looking at him thoughtfully. From the moment he shot to the present, the spiritual power of Zhu Jiu was very strange. It was clearly released, but it was not used in the battle.

It's like... A beggar who carries thousands of spirit stones and doesn't know it?

The more he thought about Yang Xuan, the more he felt strange. He immediately sent out a trace of spiritual power and rushed to his left. There was a wind under his feet and rushed to the front.

At the same time, two voices sounded in his ears. Zhu Jiu didn't think about it. With a hammer, he directly attacked the front, which was where Yang Xuan was.

right enough!

Yang Xuan quickly retreated to avoid a hammer. He already knew it in his heart.

Although Zhu Jiu had the cultivation of the second realm, he didn't use it at all. He didn't even know the most basic method of distinguishing spiritual power. On the contrary, his fighting instinct was very strong. He showed a sound and was immediately caught by him.

What a strange man.

Yang Xuan gradually became interested in him and immediately stopped teasing him. His fists were full of black and white. In the blink of an eye, he rushed behind Zhu Jiu and punched him in the waist.

Yang Ling broke yuan's hand instantly broke Zhu Jiu's defense. Then Yin Ling took yuan's hand's soft strength and burst into his body. Before Zhu Jiu reacted, he flew out heavily and fell unconscious on the ground.

Put away the Liangyi disc in the air, and the fog dissipated slowly. Only for a moment, what people saw was only Yang Xuan standing, and Zhu Jiu, who was still mighty just now, was lying on the ground.

"Young master!"

The housekeeper gave a cry of pain and rushed up quickly. He quickly asked the people behind him to carry Zhu Jiu in. Then he stared at Yang Xuan fiercely and surrounded him with more people.

Yu Qingcheng was also amused when she looked outside. Although Ding rushed out of Zhu's house, it was only a few hundred at most. At the moment, she waved her hand, and the two thousand elite soldiers behind her acted quickly. In the blink of an eye, they surrounded Zhu's house.

The scene immediately formed a situation that Yang Xuan was surrounded by Zhu's house and Zhu's house was surrounded by two thousand elite soldiers. There were a large number of people watching the excitement on the outermost layer, with an exciting look on their faces.

For people like them who grew up in Jiangnan Prefecture, they have never seen such a large-scale battle in their life, not to mention the Zhu family, which is high above the ground on weekdays, which is even more exciting.

The next moment, a long sigh came from Zhu's house, and an old man's voice came: "Luo Duhou, come in and tell me something. I'm waiting for you."

The moment he heard the sound, the housekeeper's face changed. He looked at it blankly, and his face was pale.

Yang Xuan was also a little heavy in his heart. The prestige emitted from this voice alone had revealed his master's cultivation, and the momentum gave him an unfathomable feeling.

Immediately, the housekeeper ordered the people around Yang Xuan to disperse, and Yu Qingcheng made way for them. Soon, all the people in Zhu mansion disappeared at the door. The door was empty and open, as if inviting the king into the urn.

Yu Qingcheng walked slowly to Yang Xuan's side and whispered, "I'm afraid there's fraud. Be careful."

Yang Xuan nodded: "I know, you take someone outside to wait for me. If I don't come out half an hour later, you will lead the troops to level Zhu's house."

The two quickly finished talking. Yang Xuan swaggered towards Zhu's house. Yu Qingcheng surrounded Zhu's house with 2000 elite soldiers and dispersed all the people around.

As soon as he entered the gate, Yang Xuan felt a deep look. He was looking at himself not far away. There was a faint sigh in his ear, but he couldn't see anyone.

The servants stood aside with their hands on their backs and showed him a way forward.

First through the courtyard, then across the corridor bridge, there is a rockery in front. Finally, I saw a small pavilion in the middle of the lake. An old man sat alone in the pavilion with a tea cup.

Yang Xuan soon came to him. The old man didn't turn around, but waved his hand. All the servants on both sides retreated, and the long dragon like team disappeared.

Along the way, Yang Xuan roughly estimated that he saw at least a thousand servants. Such a number is terrible. You know, in the capital, even if it is a 12th generation family, the servants of the family will not exceed a hundred.

"The Zhu family is worthy of being the richest man in Jiangnan Prefecture. It's really atmospheric." Yang Xuan said with a smile, walked slowly to the pavilion, found a stone stool and sat down.

The old man turned slowly and looked at Yang Xuan deeply. The wrinkles on his face had become countless gullies. Each wrinkle made him look older.

"I'm Zhu Changshou, the ancestor of the Zhu family. I'll see Luo Duhou." He said in a deep voice, quietly holding the tea cup with both hands, but he didn't mean to bow down.