Yang Xuan is a man for two generations. This mouth is not poisonous.


    A word seemed to be light, but every word killed his heart. The horse faced man nearly ran away. He shouted at his throat, "you don''t know who I am, boy?"


    Yang Xuan glanced at each other indifferently and sneered: "no matter who you are, I haven''t knelt for one day and two days since my debut. Don''t you think it''s ridiculous that you, a dog slave, talk about dignity and inferiority with me?"


    "You..."


    The horse faced man was furious.


    He was a good supervisor of the temple emissary, and few students in the college dared to disrespect him.


    Who knows, Yang Xuan scolded him as a slave, especially in front of many students.


    This was a great humiliation to him. He wanted to strip Yang Xuan alive.


    However, thinking of Yang Xuan''s identity, he was afraid and didn''t dare to cross the thunder pool.


    "What are you? You just ordered the cultivation of qichongtian in the meteorite realm. Believe it or not, if I shout a word in the holy city, many powerful people in the divine realm will compete to take your head." Yang Xuan said coldly.


    Liu Jiangyuan was furious and couldn''t bear it. He shouted, "boy, this is a college, not a teahouse and restaurant outside. Don''t be too presumptuous."


    Then he pulled out his sword and pointed to Yang Xuan.


    "Gollum!"


    Many students swallowed their saliva and thought that Liujiang was far from being dazzled by anger. They dared to use a sword against Yang Xuan.


    "How dare you?"


    Yi Xiuer changed her color and drank.


    "Well, don''t be nervous. He''s just angry and pretending. You really think he dares to touch me!"


    Yang Xuan was not worried at all. He reached out and pinched Yi Xiuer''s pink face.


    "Angry? Put on airs?"


    Liu Jiangyuan''s anger was burning in his heart, and his right hand holding the sword was shaking.


    He was so angry that he wanted to break up the boy who humiliated him again and again.


    "I''ll stand here and do it."


    Yang Xuan looked at Liu Jiangyuan with a scornful sneer on his face.


    "Do you think I dare not?"


    Although Liujiang screamed fiercely, the sword in his hand could not pierce half a point.


    He is not afraid of Yang Xuan. In fact, he does his best and is confident that he can kill Yang Xuan second.


    But after killing Yang Xuan, how did he deal with the fourth hospital and resist the wind and clear anger.


    "Yang Xuan, ignore him. Let''s go. My cousin must have started teaching."


    Seeing that Liu Jiangyuan didn''t dare to start and didn''t want to entangle with him, yixiu''er took Yang Xuan to the gate of Yanwu hall.


    "Wait a minute!"


    Liu Jiangyuan stepped over and stopped them with a sword.


    "Liu Jiangyuan, what are you doing?"


    Yi Xiuer''s Apricot eyes stared round.


    The little girl is really angry this time. She doesn''t call her elder Liu Jiangyuan anymore. She calls her name directly.


    "Student Xiu''er, you''re a little late. Your cousin is in class now. If you go in and disturb her now, she will be unhappy."


    Liu Jiangyuan didn''t look at Yi Xiuer either. A pair of cold eyes always stared at Yang Xuan.


    It goes without saying that I won''t let you in today. What can you do.


    Yang Xuan understood Liu Jiangyuan''s intention. He was not angry. He turned to look at Yi Xiuer: "girl, do we have a rule that we can''t enter the Yanwu hall when we are late?"


    "No." Xiuer shook her head.


    "Since there''s no, it''s easy to do. Let''s go in. I want to see that bastard who ate bear heart and leopard courage dare to block Yang Xuan''s way."


    Yang Xuan was domineering and strong. Without looking at Liu Jiangyuan, he completely regarded him as the air. With one hand, he held Yi Xiuer''s small waist, with the other hand, he took away the sharp sword in Liu Jiangyuan''s hand, passed by him calmly and walked towards the hall door.


    "This..."


    More than a dozen envoys of the prison hall were stunned. They didn''t know whether to stop Yang Xuan and Yi Xiuer. They could only look at Liujiang far. They saw that the latter''s face was black and murderous, but they didn''t say a word.


    "Those who stand in my way will die."


    Yang Xuan drank with a deep voice, which was like thunder, and strode away to more than a dozen envoys of the prison hall.


    More than a dozen people had green veins on their foreheads and were angry in their hearts, but when they heard Yang Xuan''s sentence that those who blocked me died, they retreated to both sides one after another.


    Even the horse faced man who had just had a speech conflict with Yang Xuan moved his steps and didn''t dare to stop outside the hall.


    He was threatened by Yang Xuan before. He was really afraid that Yang Xuan would go to the holy city and put down cruel words. At that time, someone would jump out to deal with him.


    "If a man does not offend me, I will not offend him. If a man offends me, I will return it ten times."


    Yang Xuan kept walking, and a sonorous cold word came out of his mouth. His voice was loud and resounding through the world.


    As the sound spread, many students fell into the ice, and their feet were cold.


    Looking at Yang Xuan''s straight back, their hearts filled with unspeakable feelings.


    It seems that he is not a young man with a weak crown, but an lawless demon God. People block killing and Buddha blocks killing Buddha. Even heaven can''t crush him. He is self-centered.


    "This beast deserves to die!"


    Liujiang watched Yang Xuan and Yi Xiuer disappear through the hall door. He was so angry that he shivered all over. A handsome face was almost distorted and hated Yang Xuan to the bone.


    "So crazy, so arrogant and so powerful, he even entered the Yanwu hall in front of Liu Jiangyuan. However, his disregard for Liu Jiangyuan will undoubtedly offend Liu Jiangyuan to death."


    "How about offending a two-star elder in the Jianxing hall? He dares to move Yang Xuan to try and ensure that he and even his Liu family will be extinguished in the twinkling of an eye."


    "Hehe, you deserve it. When he was a student, this guy was domineering. He couldn''t be forced. He thought I was the best in the world. Now he met a nemesis."


    Many colleges whispered and talked. Although the voice was not loud, how could they not hear the cultivation of the fourth heaven in Liujiang''s far-reaching divine power realm? They were so angry that they turned green and shouted coldly, "shut up."


    Everyone could see that Liu Jiangyuan was on the edge of rage.


    One by one, they left the square in a hurry and did not dare to touch the mold at this time, but many people who were unhappy about liujiangyuan smiled in their hearts.


    Soon, the square was empty.


    The horse faced man quickly came to Liujiang and asked, "brother Liu, what shall we do now?"


    "Follow me into the temple. Isn''t that boy crazy? I''ll see how he deals with Yi Qingwu later."


    With a wave of his hand, Liujiang quickly entered the Yanwu hall.


    Yi Qingwu is a famous iceberg. Yi Xiuer stopped talking and was scolded at most, but Yang Xuan went to disturb her lecture now and even led Yi Xiuer''s hand. It will never come to a good end.


    ……


    Yanwu hall is divided into outer hall and inner hall.


    In the outer hall, the space is huge, and many dreamland platforms are distributed.


    A large number of inner courtyard students come here to fight every day. Some people will make a bet before the war. The winner in the dreamland space can obtain a certain number of spirit stones or other treasures from the loser.


    The college never cares about these things.


    After all, competition and interests have power, which will undoubtedly promote the students'' practice.


    Different from the outer hall, the inner hall has no dreamland platform, only a magnificent and solemn hall.


    This morning, a large number of inner courtyard students came here.


    Not only that, many students who don''t often come to the martial arts hall also came early.


    However, although there were many people, the whole hall was silent, and almost everyone''s eyes fell in front of the hall.


    There was a high platform, on which there was nothing but a woman.


    At the moment, the woman broke her silence and said, "the talent of martial arts cultivation is second. If you want to achieve something and become a strong man, you must endure hardship and loneliness. Do you understand?"


    "I see."


    Tens of thousands of young students responded in unison with vigor and vitality for a long time.


    "Just understand. Today, I''ll teach you close combat." the woman said again.


    "What, close combat!?"


    "Alas, I thought elder Yi was going to teach us some secret skills, but it''s worth visiting elder Yi Xianrong."


    Seeing the noise in the audience, the woman Daimei frowned and scolded coldly: "it''s noisy. What''s the style? If any of you don''t want to learn, get out now and don''t come to my class in the future."


    "Elder Yi, don''t be angry. We all want to learn."


    "Yes, yes."


    Many male students were in a hurry. No one dared to leave and didn''t want to leave.


    Although they don''t want to learn close combat, it''s worth staying and watching the woman on the stage.


    "When a warrior fights, life and death are often in a moment. Don''t think you''ll be powerful after cultivating some powerful secret skills. Remember, close combat is the foundation of a warrior. A warrior with a solid foundation can''t be enemy in the same level."


    The woman''s voice was like the sound of nature and spread all over the hall. It was Yi Qingwu, the first beautiful elder of the college.


    A spotless white dress, fiery red hair spread over the shoulders, revealing the snow-white and beautiful jade neck, which makes people tremble.


    Her facial features are somewhat similar to that of Xiuer, but they are more mature, familiar and extremely beautiful.


    On the beautiful face, the skin is as smooth as a cream, with willow eyebrows, apricot eyes, Qiong nose, cherry lips, pink face and peach cheeks. It can''t pick out half of the defects.


    Her figure is also excellent. Without saying anything, her willow waist is full of energy. She is like a blooming ice lotus on the top of the snow. She is lonely, cold and holy. It is difficult to attract attention.


    Although Yang Xuan read countless women and even had several beautiful wives at home, he couldn''t help but show a sense of surprise when he entered the hall and saw the woman dancing on the stage.


    Yi Qingwu is so beautiful. The angel''s face and devil''s body are not mentioned. His temperament is also extraordinary, flawless and scale free. His demeanor is peerless. Any man can''t help losing his mind and wants to sing every night under the account.


    Yang Xuan was determined and soon came back to his senses. He whispered, "Xiuer''s wife, is she your cousin?"


    "Yes, isn''t it very beautiful?" Yi Xiuer smiled at Yang Xuan.


    "It''s more than beautiful. It''s clearly a peerless beauty that will bring disaster to the country and the people!"


    Yang Xuan thought so and didn''t say much. He took Yi Xiuer''s hand and strode towards the hall.