The sound of arrogance hovers between heaven and earth for a long time.


    At the foot of the mountain, the crowd was in an uproar.


    Yang Xuanguo is really bold. Even in the face of Chen Hanlin, he has no scruples and scolds Chen Hanlin as an old dog.


    "Hey, hey, scold. Scold as much as you like. The more you scold, the happier you scold, and the worse you die later."


    Zhao Mingyu was surprised and sneered in his heart.


    He was also going to fan the flames and tell Chen Hanlin how arrogant and arrogant Yang Xuan was and how not to let everyone climb the mountain, which led Chen Hanlin to deal with Yang Xuan.


    However, before he finished speaking, Yang Xuan put down his wild words and scolded Chen Hanlin. The scolding was so ugly. Let alone the hot tempered Chen Hanlin couldn''t stand it. Ordinary people had to be angry.


    In full view of the public, Chen Hanlin was scolded as an old dog by a boy with no hair. Chen Hanlin was angry on the spot and roared: "yellow mouth child, dying, is still showing off his tongue."


    "Ha ha, don''t rely on the old to sell the old. On this mountain, you are a bad old man. You can''t use your divine power, but I''m invincible. You can kill you with a slap."


    The sound of laughter came down, causing countless people to slide their throats and swallow their saliva.


    What is arrogance?


    This is.


    Looking at the world, who dares to humiliate Chen Hanlin?


    Now, Yang Xuan not only scolds Chen Hanlin''s old dog, but also threatens to slap him for fear of death.


    How unscrupulous this is!


    "Little rabbit, your sin is unforgivable."


    Chen Hanlin''s forehead was green and his old face was red, and his whole body was violent. The whole person was faintly on the edge of madness, which showed how angry he was in his heart.


    "Hua la!" the crowd retreated one after another and dared not get too close to him. Everyone knew that he was a powder keg. It burned at the slightest point, and no one dared to touch it.


    "It''s just a dying man. Why should elder Chen be angry?"


    The eldest Sun Yan said and looked up. He could see a figure standing there halfway up the mountain.


    "Long Sun Yan, right? Have you forgotten that I punched him and flew out outside taixuan''s mansion so soon?" Yang Xuan laughed.


    "What''s more?" the crowd was shocked when they heard this. No one thought that Chang Sunyan had been punched and flew out by Yang Xuan outside taixuan God''s house.


    As the chief true disciple of the inner door of the Yin ghost sect, Chang Sunyan is also no match for Yang Xuan. From here, we can see how strong Yang Xuan is.


    "Yang Xuan, let me ask you, my younger martial brother Zhong Tian and ghost seven were killed by you?"


    The elder sun Yanqiang asked angrily.


    He is gloomy and resourceful. Now he questions in front of people all over the world. If Yang Xuan admits it, they will become famous for killing Yang Xuan. Afterwards, the sword temple and even the sword God Gu tongxuan have nothing to say.


    Yang Xuan was a man for two generations and a standard human spirit. He didn''t know Bai changsunyan''s wishful thinking. He sneered: "sorry, I''ve never heard of Zhong Tian and ghost seven."


    "Don''t pretend to be confused. You kill the two internal disciples of our Yin ghost sect. I''ll take your life today to comfort Zhong Tian and the spirit of ghost seven in heaven." Chen Hanlin shouted violently.


    "Yang Xuan killed Zhong Tian and Gui Qi!"


    The crowd''s eyelids jumped wildly. The fact was so crazy that they were dizzy. However, seeing the murderous look of Chen Hanlin and Chang Sunyan, it should not be like slandering Yang Xuan.


    Is it really Yang Xuan''s work?


    Although Yang Xuan denied it, many people understand that he may have something to do with it.


    "This boy..." Zhao Mingyu twitched at the corners of his mouth and sweated all over. He didn''t expect that Yang Xuan was so brave that he killed Zhong Tian and ghost seven.


    In other words, Yang Xuan also dared to kill him. Even if he was a true disciple of the inner sect of the blood evil sect, he would have died on it if he hadn''t retired not long ago.


    "Catch the thief and take the stolen goods, catch the traitor and take the pair. There is no solid evidence. Don''t buckle your hat on my head if you are old and immortal." Yang Xuan shouted loudly, his words were sonorous.


    "Don''t argue. I will kill you today."


    "There''s no need to add guilt. You''re just peeping at the artifact on me in such a hurry. Why pretend to be so righteous."


    "Full of nonsense."


    Chen Hanlin was furious. He did peep at Yang Xuan''s artifact, but he couldn''t admit it in public.


    "Well, that''s all the nonsense. If you want to kill me, come and try it right away. I''m waiting for you halfway up the mountain."


    Yang Xuan''s indifferent voice came: "this peak is the place where immortal taixuan sits and turns. It can also be regarded as a geomantic treasure. You can die here without regret."


    "You don''t have the ability to kill me."


    With a cold hum, Chen Hanlin''s feet moved and his body disappeared from the original place.


    "Keep up." the elder Sun Yan said hello and ran up the stone steps with a group of martial arts masters of the Yin ghost sect.


    "Come on, let''s go up and have a look."


    The crowd was stunned. One by one, they looked excited and climbed the mountain at full speed. They wanted to see the duel between Yang Xuan and Chen Hanlin with their own eyes.


    Yang Xuan, a rare young demon in ancient and modern times, has a strong body and a young age. He has climbed to the top of the supreme list and has strong combat power.


    Chen Hanlin, the elder of the inner door of the Yin ghost sect, has a bad reputation. Although he is imprisoned in the sea of Qi here, he is a strong man in the five Heaven of the divine power realm after all. His body is also very terrible after years of refining by the divine power.


    "This battle is absolutely wonderful, enough to go down in history, but I don''t know who wins and who loses!"


    "It''s really hard to say."


    "Yes, Yang Xuan is so confident that he must have the belief of victory."


    The crowd whispered and rushed to the hillside. It was a duel between a powerful man in the divine power realm and a young demon. Since they met, how could they miss it? For a moment, they even forgot the Taiyin divine water.


    But after more than a dozen breaths, people at the foot of the mountain went to the building empty.


    Occasionally, someone came from and saw a swarm of people climbing the mountain. He also hurried up the stone steps. When asked by an insider on the road, he learned that Yang Xuan was going to fight Chen Hanlin. No accident, it caused a sensation and there were endless calls.


    ……


    On the hillside, the trees are luxuriant and the fallen leaves are flying.


    Pieces of fallen leaves fell down and covered the stone steps with a thick carpet.


    The sound of whooshing broke the air. A large number of martial artists galloped to roll up the fallen leaves all over the ground. Soon, the crowd came to the hillside one after another. The first thing to see was the blood all over the ground and a large number of martial artists'' corpses. No one could be completely dead. The death was miserable.


    "How cruel!" many people trembled. Although they did not come to the scene of the battle, everyone could see that there had been massacres here.


    "Come on, it''s going to war. Let''s hurry up!"


    Someone shouted loudly, and then the crowd continued to go up hundreds of meters. On the stone steps dozens of feet high, the two figures confronted each other seven or eight meters apart.


    Two, old and young.


    The old man is wearing a black robe and has a cold breath. He is Chen Hanlin, the inner sect elder of the Yin ghost sect.


    The young, 17 or 18 years old, dressed in white clothes stained with blood, black hair like a waterfall, bright eyes and bright, is the lifting of the ever-changing Yang Xuan.


    "He''s so young and handsome. Is He Yang Xuan?"


    "Who else can it be if it''s not him?"


    "This son is really easy to look!"


    "Hum, this guy is so cunning. If he knows his true identity, those people may not dare to attack him before, so they won''t lose their lives in vain."


    The man''s head met his ears and recognized Yang Xuan at a glance.


    This is not surprising. As a famous evil spirit in Zhongzhou, his portrait has long been spread all over the country and deeply rooted in the hearts of the people.


    If he showed his true face, it would be difficult for Zhongzhou to find a few people who didn''t know him.


    Under the attention of the public, Yang Xuan looked the same and talked and smiled: "tut Tut, there are so many people!"


    As soon as he said this, all kinds of noise disappeared, and the whole audience was completely quiet. The needle fell and could be heard.


    Everyone looked at him in a daze. They were all restless. When is this time, the boy can still laugh.


    However, it is worthy of being a generation of young demons!


    It is enough to make people admire him just because of his calm and constant color. Many young talents present felt ashamed when they heard his laughter.


    The gap is really big. They can''t compare.


    "Little beast, you have good courage, but remember, even if you are invincible, you will be killed."


    Chen Hanlin''s eyes were fierce and his voice was cold. Many people heard a strong killing opportunity from his voice and understood that the next World War I was bound to determine life and death. However, no one could make a rash assertion whether Chen Hanlin was defeated or Yang Xuan fell before the war.


    "What are you? I still need you to teach me. If you want to do it, hurry up."


    Yang Xuan''s voice was cold and arrogant, but he also agreed with Chen Hanlin''s words. After all, it was as strong as war King Yi boundless, and there was only a wisp of residual soul left. In less than a year, it would disappear and disappear in this world.


    "If you want to die, I will help you."


    The voice was still there. Chen Hanlin moved, and his body turned into a residual shadow. The endless murderous spirit of Sen Han shrouded the world in an instant.


    This is the strength of the strong in the divine power realm. They have been killing people for countless years and condensed the terrible murderous spirit.


    If ordinary people, let alone resist, would have been scared out of their wits by this murderous spirit.


    However, Yang Xuan did not change his face and said faintly, "good speed, but it''s useless to me."


    "Kill you."


    With a fierce drink, Chen Hanlin''s people had come to Yang Xuan and punched him.


    Boom!


    An expert knows whether there is one.


    One punch stirred the air into a fist force several meters large. People with a clear eye know the terrible lethality of this fist force at a glance.


    "Broken!"


    As soon as Yang Xuan''s eyes coagulated, he also saw the power of the fist without slightest neglect. One arm roared with muscles and bones, and his blood gas surged. He used at least 30000 kilograms of strength to fight with a powerful fist to shake Chen Hanlin''s ferocious fist.


    Boom!


    There was a loud bang, like the earth falling apart.


    The fist power of several meters was the first to bear the brunt, smashed into slag, and then their fists hit hard and hit each other hard.


    This is a pure competition of power. There is nothing fancy. Whoever has great power will take the lead, and vice versa.


    Boom!


    Almost at the moment of the collision of two fists, they were shocked and flew out together.