Chapter 737

"Little rabbit, stop for Grandpa."

With a loud drink, I saw a man with a big knife chasing after him not far away. He looked anxious and ignored the dozens of passers-by in front of him. He pushed away the passers-by who stopped him and chased a figure running away not far away.

People have long seen such a scene. This scene is staged every time supplies are distributed in the prison. The cycle of grabbing materials from others and being robbed by others has become something that almost everyone in this prison has experienced.

However, one of the two people who participated in the chase this time was new to the prison. Today is the third day that Li Zong handed out the materials. After three days, although some strong enough people in the prison have not really made a move, many people have experienced several snatches and robberies. After these things, if you want to rob materials from others, you no longer need to rob them one by one. Just now, the man who was robbed by Yang Xuan had as many as 17 boxes.

However, the more materials the other party holds, the stronger the strength of the other party. Snatching supplies from such people is tantamount to snatching food from a tiger's mouth.

"A fool will stop."

Yang Xuan turned and shouted to the man who was chasing him behind him. He turned and changed direction and continued to flee. Although Yang Xuan didn't lose the fight in his mouth, Yang Xuan now feels bad. He covered his chest and ran away quickly. At the same time, he worked his spiritual power to recover the injury to his chest. Just now, when he snatched the goods from the man behind him, although the big knife waved by the man didn't hit him, the spiritual power flying from the blade still made Yang Xuan feel blocked in his chest.

"Damn it, this bandit's job is really hard to do!" Yang Xuan forced the blood stasis out of his body with his spiritual power. After spitting it out of his mouth, he said something depressed. In these three days, he has committed crimes more than ten times. Almost every time he makes a move, Yang Xuan will be attacked more or less in the hands of the man he robbed. These attacks were not serious, but they caused a slight skin injury to Yang Xuan. However, a little makes a lot. Coupled with this attack, Yang Xuan almost suffered a serious internal injury on the spot.

The little black panther's voice rang out from Yang Xuan's mind and said to Yang Xuan with some meaning of happiness, disaster and joy: "now you know this thing is not so easy to do! But you are satisfied. In these short days, you have improved a lot in the cultivation of dragon soul formula in your body. Where else can you find such a fast rate of cultivation progress?"

"But it's hard to be beaten and cultivated!" Hearing the little Panther's words, Yang Xuan's face was even more depressed. He thinks he is a normal person, and he doesn't have the habit of masochism. However, in the three days since the material competition, every attack on Yang Xuan has secretly helped Yang Xuan's body become stronger under the dragon soul formula.

The pursuit behind him still didn't stop, but Yang Xuan suddenly stopped.

There is an old saying: "if you don't break out in silence, you will die in silence." In the past few days, although Yang Xuan was beaten most of the time, it doesn't mean that Yang Xuan didn't fight in these days. On the contrary, after these days, Yang Xuan once again had a further understanding of his strength.

Yang Xuan recalled in his mind every battle he had experienced, such as the family battle in Qingzhou City, the battle between Jiang state and Zhao Hu, the battle of pulse system in the capital, and the battle with barbarians at Xuanmen pass. These battles are battles that cannot be separated once they begin. But now, in the face of these prisoners in the prison, Yang Xuan found that he couldn't fight and could turn around and run away.

From entering the prison to now, although Li Zong did not give Yang Xuan even the slightest instruction in cultivation, he provided Yang Xuan with an excellent environment for cultivating combat skills.

While Yang Xuan was still thinking about these things, the pursuers behind him had caught up. Seeing Yang Xuan suddenly stopped, I couldn't help wondering. He has been in this prison for decades and is familiar with most of the people in the prison. But Yang Xuan, he has never seen it. From the breath of Yang Xuan, we can feel that his strength is not strong, but how many people can be locked up in this prison? Moreover, the relationship between Yang Xuan and Li Zong was not just him. Almost everyone who took over the materials from Li Zong's hands on that day had a little impression of Yang Xuan.

Of course, they are not taking into account the relationship between Yang Xuan and Li Zong, but the means of Yang Xuan, and they are still in an unpredictable state.

Seeing that the other party didn't start first, Yang Xuan didn't know what the other party thought and didn't want to guess what the other person was thinking. Instead, he held the wooden sword in his hand and rushed up on his own initiative. But this time, Yang Xuan didn't release Liyan first, but chose to fight the enemy with the three Yuan pure formula. Since the last time before Tieling pass, Yang Xuan entered that strange state when practicing the three yuan purity formula. Yang Xuan vaguely felt that the skill given to him by the little Panther seemed to have many unusual places. Only because the Liyan formula is too powerful, but it is more suitable for low-level friars to fight, so Yang Xuan has always ignored the ternary purity formula.

Running the three Yuan pure formula again, Yang Xuan had some expectations on his face. Yang Xuan had a bold guess about this skill. Of course, whether this conjecture can really succeed or not will be known only after trying.

The body rushed forward, but the wooden sword in Yang Xuan's hand didn't rush out, but held the wooden sword tightly in his hand, and his eyes stayed on the man in front of him. The man was stunned when he saw that Yang Xuan actually shot first. But when he saw that the wooden sword in Yang Xuan's hand didn't move, his face couldn't help but change. He bit his teeth, but waved his big knife to meet Yang Xuan.

When the strength is not high, for many people, the first person can take advantage. But in the realm of Yang Xuan, people who still think so are mostly fools.

Although Yang Xuangang didn't do it, the wooden sword in his hand has locked almost all the retreats around him. If the man was waiting for Yang Xuan to take a step back, the place where the wooden sword in Yang Xuan's hand swept to the next moment was the place he moved. If so, the next battle will fall into Yang Xuan's control. Unless he has great ability, he can only be pressed and beaten, and then look for a chance to fight back.