Chapter 564

White snow covers everything on the earth, and the cold air makes people feel refreshed. Without too many words, Yu Qingcheng leaned his head against Yang Xuan's shoulder, and his face was full of satisfaction.

At this time, Yang Xuan suddenly noticed that there seemed to be someone staring at him in the woods behind him.

"Who?"

Yang Xuan fiercely stood up and looked behind him. The wooden sword appeared in Yang Xuan's hand for a moment, and the fire on it melted a lot of the snow around.

The woods were quiet, and no one responded to Yang Xuan's words.

"What's the matter?"

Yu Qingcheng looked at Yang Xuan with concern and said, "is there anyone?"

"I don't know. I feel like someone is watching me in the dark."

Yang Xuan rubbed the center of his eyebrows. The golden light of heaven's eyes flashed away, but he didn't find the trace of the man who was staring at him secretly just now. With Yang Xuan's cultivation in the fifth realm at this time, anything with spiritual power has no hiding place in front of his heavenly eyes, but his vision is empty at this time.

Yang Xuan suddenly remembered what Zhou fengmiao had said to him not long ago and couldn't help thinking.

"Who is there?"

Yu Qingcheng also used the search skill similar to the heavenly eye taught by Xu Ruxian, but didn't find any suspicious place: "I see, you've been too nervous lately."

I think so.

Little panther was covered with the snow and jumped on Yang Xuan's shoulder. She sniffed her nose, but she didn't find any suspicious smell.

"Maybe!"

Yang Xuan sat down again and thought about something.

Since the little Panther didn't find any special breath in the air, it shows that the other party is not an evil person such as ghost repair. But the feeling of being spied on just now is very real.

But even the heavenly eye can't see through each other's trace, there are only two possibilities. Either Yang Xuangang really had an illusion because he had considered too many things recently, or because the strength of the other party was much higher than Yang Xuan and Yu Qingcheng, which made both of them not find the trace of the other party.

No matter what reason, Yang Xuan has a faint feeling in his heart. Zhou fengmiao's suggestions may be really right.

The little Panther rolled on the snow, and snowflakes fell in the sky.

Yu Qingcheng lay on Yang Xuan's lap and dozed.

The snowflake fell on Yang Xuan's head and shoulder. It looked like a snowman from a distance. Because it was winter, there was no intention of war between the troops of Xuanmen pass and the barbarian troops. Both sides seemed very calm. At most, they sent a few symbolic spies around in front of each other's camp to supervise each other's movements.

Several snowflakes floated into Yang Xuan's collar, which was cool.

The sun was setting in the West and was about to set below the horizon.

At this time, a powerful breath suddenly sent out a violent killing, and the target of the killing was Yang Xuan, who was looking at the girl in his arms.

Stimulated by the killing, Yang Xuanmeng looked back. At the same time, his spiritual power was released and the snowflakes fell.

"Who?"

Yang Xuan asked in a low voice.

At this time, Yu Qingcheng in his arms moved slightly, perhaps aware of the existence of the killing machine and opened his eyes.

The little black leopard on one side also stared at the depths of the forest with his eyes. His hair stood up and his throat roared low.

"Jie, what a pair of talented and beautiful girls. Seeing this picture, I can't bear to start."

The old voice sounded in the woods. It sounded like the sound of two pieces of iron rubbing against each other, which made people feel a burst of toothache.

But the master of the voice, who exudes some suffocating powerful breath.

Yang Xuan fixed his eyes and saw the master with strong breath.

It was an old man in a red robe, wearing a huge hat with a black veil hanging from it, but his hair was silver white.

"I dare to ask who the elder is. Young Yang Xuan is polite here."

Yang Xuan looked at the old man who suddenly appeared in front of him and asked. The other side was threatening and obviously had a bad intention. But in any case, Yang Xuan had to find out the source of the other party first.

Yu Qingcheng also woke up. Although she didn't speak, the faint momentum on her body also implied her strong hostility to the old man.

"Are you Yang Xuan?"

The old man stroked his beard, with a look of approval in his eyes, and said, "it's a good seedling. It's not worth my hand to deal with you."

Yang Xuan was puzzled. The old man was so murderous just now that he disappeared without a trace in the blink of an eye. It gave people a feeling of spring breeze.

But Yang Xuan didn't relax his vigilance. The breath of the old man in front of him was as vast as a sea of smoke, giving people an extremely majestic feeling. Yang Xuan couldn't see through the strength of the old man. Obviously, the strength of the old man has reached the sixth realm or even higher.

Yang Xuan's eyes fell on the red robe on the old man. He felt that the red robe had some requirements. He suddenly remembered something and asked tentatively, "dare you ask the old man, but a barbarian?"

Because not long ago, Yang Xuan once saw a barbarian old man wearing the same clothes in the black market. But the old man's strength is only the fourth realm, and the old man's strength is much higher than Yang Xuan.

"It's very clever. You have the strength of the fifth realm at a young age. Coupled with your calm in dealing with things, your teacher must not be an ordinary person?"

The old man paused, and without waiting for Yang Xuan to speak, he continued: "but no matter what your origin is, as you guessed, I am a great sacrifice of the martial arts hall of the barbarian country. What you have done at the border for the past six months has brought a lot of trouble to the whole country!"

Yang Xuan was stunned. Recalling his experience in the past six months, the number of barbarian soldiers who died directly or indirectly in his hands had reached as many as 100000, and he unconsciously became a great trouble for the barbarian.

"It seems that there is no way to be kind today. But before that, the boy wants to dare to ask, I don't know what the strength of the old man is now?"

Yang Xuan responded quietly. In fact, he was secretly delaying time. Of course, he didn't expect Zhou fengmiao in the Xuanmen pass a few miles away to come out to save him, but planned the escape path in his heart. With Phoenix blood, even if he was seriously injured in the battle, he could protect himself by means of Nirvana rebirth, but Yu Qingcheng beside him didn't have such self-protection ability. If something went wrong, the first miracle doctor in the world would be unable to return to heaven.

Besides, there is a little black panther with a special identity on one side. No one can say whether anyone among the barbarians can see through his identity. For some reasons, the strength of the little Panther is suppressed at the same level as Yang Xuan, even if it is really like its javascript: void (0); What I said is an old monster who has lived for more than ten thousand years. In front of these friars in the sixth realm or even higher, it is also bad.

"But it's just the middle of the sixth boundary."