Immortal Cultivating Dynasty

"You're asking for death." Zheng Shan became anxious when he saw that Yang Xuan still wanted to attack Feng Baifan. After letting out a loud roar, he jumped up from the ground and threw his fist at Yang Xuan with a tremendous force.    

    

However, Yang Xuan leisurely placed the Water Cutting Sword on Feng Baifan's neck. He looked at Zheng Shan with a smile and said, "If you want him to die, just come here."    

    

"You, you have guts. We will wait and see." Murderous intent overflowed from Zheng Shan's eyes. After pointing at Yang Xuan and saying those words, he turned around and left.    

    

This time, it was Yang Xuan who didn't have time to react. Initially, he thought that even if Feng Baifan was a hostage in his hands. However, he didn't expect that Zheng Shan would turn around and leave without hesitation. This caused Yang Xuan to be a little stunned.    

    

However, since Zheng Shan had left, Yang Xuan wouldn't chase after him.    

    

He first searched Feng Baifan's body, and soon found Feng Baifan's storage bag. The Lightning Wings cultivation technique he had bought at the auction was obviously here.    

    

However, besides the Lightning Wings, there were only tens of thousands of spirit stone in the storage bag. This made Yang Xuan feel a little strange. However, it was the same for him at random. Previously, Feng Baifan had shouted out a sky-high price of ten million spirit stone to compete with Yang Xuan for the remains of Sovereign. If his guess was correct, a large portion of the money was definitely not his. It should have been the sum of money he had gathered with the young man who had said that he would join hands with Feng Baifan in the auction. However, neither of them had gotten their hands on the remains of Sovereign after that. Therefore, the money was naturally returned to its owner.    

    

In order to deal with the heavenly tribulation, Feng Baifan had spent a lot of money to buy a lot of magic tools, so he had spent most of the spirit stone he had on him.    

    

Thinking of this, Yang Xuan dug out those magic tools again. Although many of those magic tools were one-time use, there were still many that were damaged under the heavenly tribulation. However, those magic tools that could withstand the heavenly tribulation were the most precious part of all the magic tools that Feng Baifan bought this time. And this part was now cheaper than Yang Xuan's.    

    

After putting these things away, Yang Xuan laughed loudly. He swaggered towards the Blood Bat City. At the same time, countless people in the Blood Bat City were spreading the Divine Sense towards them. They started to check the situation here.    

    

They were originally people who didn't care about the situation of the battle, but they didn't expect that Yang Xuan would be able to defeat Feng Baifan with his own strength. That was why they came here to join in the fun.    

    

However, when they saw that Feng Baifan had lost an arm, and that his body was covered in wounds caused by the Sword Qi, they remained silent for a long time.    

    

Feng Baifan's Central Province wasn't very strong. Even if he was a Seventh Stage warrior, he had never been regarded as a top expert in the Central Province.    

    

But even so, it wasn't something an early Sixth Stage warrior could defeat.    

    

And judging from the state Yang Xuan was in when he left, he didn't seem to have suffered any serious injuries when he defeated Feng Baifan.    

    

Yang Xuan returned to the Blood Bat City and observed the countless people in the city. Yang Xuan walked into the Red Bat Hotel and returned to his room. Yun Yan and the others had been waiting here for a long time, although they were very worried about Yang Xuan. They knew that with their strength, even if they went with Yang Xuan to find trouble with Feng Baifan, therefore, they had no choice but to stay in the hotel.    

    

When they saw Yang Xuan return, everyone was overjoyed. They hurriedly went forward and hugged Yang Xuan. They were ready to celebrate. However, what they didn't expect was that just as Lee Qing placed his hand on Yang Xuan's shoulder, Yang Xuan's vision suddenly turned black and he fell down with a thud.    

    

With this group of people reacting very quickly, Yang Xuan naturally wouldn't fall to the ground. After everyone hurriedly supported Yang Xuan and put him back on the bed, each and every one of them surrounded Yang Xuan and began to worry.    

    

"What's wrong with Young Lord? Could it be that he suffered some serious injury, but I didn't notice it?" One of them asked curiously after checking Yang Xuan's body.    

    

"I don't know either. Do you think Feng Baifan poisoned Young Lord, but Young Lord only got poisoned after he went back to the hotel?" This was another person's guess.    

    

At this moment, Yun, who knew some medical skills, came forward. After checking Yang Xuan's pulse, he turned around and rolled his eyes at everyone. He said, "You bunch of idiots. How could Young Lord be injured? He just passed out because he was too tired. Let him sleep well. "    

    

“ Oh. " Everyone heaved a sigh of relief and left the room.    

    

Actually, this wasn't strange. When Yang Xuan suddenly appeared, he had killed dozens of Sixth Stage warriors who were guarding Feng Baifan with his own strength. This was a matter that required a lot of Spiritual Force.    

    

It was just that Yang Xuan's cultivation technique was special, which was why he could afford it. However, after a long distance chase with Feng Baifan and Zheng Shan, Yang Xuan was trying his best to escape. When the last time he fought Feng Baifan, Yang Xuan became even more nervous. It wasn't until the last strike that he managed to get rid of Feng Baifan.    

    

But at this time, Yang Xuan had already entered a state of exhaustion. It was only because there were so many people staring at him in the city that Yang Xuan forced himself to walk back to the hotel in order to not let them see through his flaws.    

    

Yang Xuan lay on the bed and fell into a deep sleep. In his sleep, he discovered that he had turned into a sword and was held in the hands of his master.    

    

He desperately wanted to pass on his thoughts to his master, but his master, who knew nothing about swords, had never discovered it.    

    

After that master fought Yang Xuan countless times, Yang Xuan finally broke into two with a clear sound and fell to the ground.    

    

The intense pain of his waist being cut woke Yang Xuan up from his sleep, but he found himself lying on the bed unharmed. The sky outside had already darkened, and the Black Dragon Horn and the Water Cutting Sword that he had obtained from the Myriad Spirit Sect... And neatly placed by his bed.    

    

"Silly, you're awake?" At this moment, Black Panther was sitting by his bed, quietly looking at Yang Xuan. Seeing Yang Xuan wake up, the Black Panther let out a barely noticeable sigh of relief.    

    

"How long have I slept? Is it night now?" Yang Xuan sized himself up and asked.    

    

Black Panther nodded and said, "You have slept for two days. There has been an old man who called himself City Lord looking for you these two days. But he was rejected by your subordinates. I think that old man is going to lose his patience. Do you want to go and take a look? "    

    

" City Lord? " Yang Xuan frowned and was a little confused.    

    

But the next moment, he suddenly patted his head and jumped up from the bed. He said, "F * ck, how could I forget about this?"