Chapter 1196

"I think you're looking for death?" The man in white was kicked away by Yang Xuan. Then he got up from the ground, stared at Yang Xuan fiercely, and suddenly roared, "come on, catch this troublemaker for me."

As his voice fell, the men in White Helmets all around rushed up to Yang Xuan and surrounded him.

Yang Xuan looked at the White Helmets all around with a sneer and said with disdain: "just rely on you, also want to stop me?"

"Can and can't, how do you know if you don't try?" Seeing the expression on Yang Xuan's face, the man in white snorted coldly and said to the White Helmets around him, "give it to me."

Hearing the order of the man in white, the White Helmets rushed up to Yang Xuan, and a handful of weapons appeared in their hands. These weapons are well made. Obviously, they are not ordinary products. This also made Yang Xuan more sure of his idea just now. The so-called cloud family is the cloud family behind yuntianzong.

Seeing the white helmeted man pounce on himself, the black dragon horn falls into his hand. Yang Xuan swings his sword across, and a ring sword Qi condenses into shape, and then disperses from Yang Xuan's divine beast. The sword Qi hit the White Helmets around. These friars who were no more powerful than the fifth realm flew backwards under the great power contained in the sword Qi.

After these people flew out upside down, the man in white suddenly turned pale. He stepped back a few steps and exclaimed in his mouth, "come on, come and protect me."

At the same time, a man in blue and white clouds flew out of the crowd. After a few steps in the air, he fell in front of Yang Xuan, overflowing with momentum, arousing the dust on the ground.

He looked proudly at Yang Xuan and drank softly: "you say these people can't do it. What if you add me?"

"By you?" Yang Xuan disdained to smile and looked contemptuous. Yang Xuan just came back from the beast spirit sect. At this time, Yang Xuan was in a low mood. As soon as he returned to Yuntian sect, he saw these things and couldn't help getting a burst of nameless fire.

The man in front of him was Yunlong, who had been defeated miserably by Yang Xuan. However, compared with the time when Yang Xuan and Yunlong fought six months ago, Yunlong's strength has been greatly improved, from the sixth territory to the middle of the seventh territory.

"But I'm just defeated. What's my fear?" Yang Xuan said, waving the black dragon horn in his hand. Yunlong unexpectedly took a step back subconsciously, which made Yang Xuan laugh.

Yunlong's face turned blue and white. It seemed that he was afraid of Yang Xuan because he was in full view of the public. In his anger, he couldn't help but die. The duck said to Yang Xuan, "you just entered the seventh realm, and I'm already in the middle of the seventh realm. You're ready to die."

"Oh? But a small gap, do you think you are my opponent?" Yang Xuan looked at Yunlong without fear and said to Yunlong with a light face.

Hearing Yang Xuan's words, Yunlong jumped up like a cat trampled on its tail and shouted, "OK, ha ha, very good. It seems that you are still too young to understand that the higher your strength, the greater the gap between each small realm. In that case, I will teach you for your master today."

"My master?" Yang Xuan was in a trance for a moment. In his impression, although many people had instructed him to practice, the only person who could really be regarded as his master was the little panther. And when the little Panther left, she left from yuntianzong.

When Yang Xuan was distracted, he suddenly felt a strong wind blowing against his face, which made Yang Xuan suddenly return to his mind. He only saw Yunlong waving a pair of fists and rushing towards himself.

Yang Xuan raised his sword to meet Yunlong's fist, but Yunlong's arms were like two soft and flexible snakes. He twisted the blade of black dragon's horn at a strange angle. Yang Xuan had to catch Yunlong's fist with his empty palm, but as soon as the fist and Yang Xuan's palm touched, Yang Xuan's face changed slightly.

There was a layer of vigorous Qi wrapped around Yunlong's fist. If you look carefully, you can see that the vigorous Qi showed a faint milky white. The Milky vigorous Qi was rotating. As soon as it contacted Yang Xuan's palm, it actually began to rotate, and then a bit composed of vigorous wind was formed.

The drill bit was spinning rapidly, and it looked like it wouldn't stop until it broke Yang Xuan's palm.

Seeing the change of expression on Yang Xuan's face, Yunlong said with a cold smile: "see, this is the gap between you and my strength."

"That's it?" Lingli wrapped his palm, and the surprised color on Yang Xuan's face disappeared. After he recovered, he asked, "if that's the only way, I'm afraid you're not qualified to educate me for my master."

"Hum, how can it be so simple?" Yunlong, who had fought with Yang Xuan, naturally knew that it was nothing to Yang Xuan. He waved another fist. The vigorous Qi on his fist actually formed a strong wind and went straight to Yang Xuan's face.

The faces of the crowd around looked different. Many of these people have always been followers of Yunlong. During the period when yunao lost power, their life has been difficult. Now they are naturally happy to see Yunlong's great power.

Of course, there are also some followers of the elder Lingying and some people who don't like the Yunlong school. The expression on their faces is a little suspicious.

Behind Yang Xuan, the spirit warbler, who had recovered his spiritual power, looked at the appearance of Yunlong, but he had a calm expression. Looking at Lingying's eyes, it seems that Yunlong's hand to Yang Xuan is an act of overestimation.

Just when the expressions of everyone around changed, the change really happened.

Qi fell on Yang Xuan's face, and then the people heard a scream, and their eyes fell on Yang Xuan, but the expression on Yang Xuan's face was very calm, not like the scream just made. Just when they were confused, another scream came out. They found that the person who made the scream was not Yang Xuan, but Yunlong, who was full of confidence and shot at Yang Xuan.

It turned out that just now.

Yunlong's fist strength fell on Yang Xuan's face, but Yang Xuan was still unharmed. Then Yunlong found that there was a burning heat on the fist held by Yang Xuan.

Yunlong was not a man of iron and steel. He hurried to look at his fist, but found that Yang Xuan's palm had been wrapped by a fire. The vigorous Qi that wrapped his fist was already red by the fire, but Yang Xuan's palm was intact.

Under the burning of the fire, Yunlong only felt the stabbing pain on his fist. He hurriedly wanted to take back his fist, but Yang Xuan's palm was like an iron fist, holding his fist tightly and making him unable to move.