"Since the Fortune City can plunder other people''s luck, whoever has strong luck can take the lead." Yang Xuan whispered.


    "Exactly!" old Ming nodded.


    "The stronger the Qi, the closer it is to the soul of fate."


    Yang Xuan narrowed his eyes, flashed two sharp lights in the depths of his pupils, and said, "in order to get the martial soul of fate, it seems that I really have to kill."


    "This is destined to be a bloody competition between life and death, and the God of destiny is choosing the Lord. If you can get the approval of the God of destiny, you may not be able to get the fate soul. Even if you can''t get the fate soul in the end, you can also get great gains."


    Old Ming said, "if a person with ordinary talent can come out of the city of destiny, even if he can''t enter the fairy world in the future, he can do something great in the human world."


    "Whether it''s for myself, or for the master Zhan Wang and Youlan Shiniang, I will try my best to compete for the fate of the martial soul. If I don''t succeed, I will become benevolent."


    Yang Xuan clenched his fists tightly and looked resolute.


    Although he knew that there were bound to be countless experts in the city of fate, and even the terrorist figures of the reincarnation of fairies, he was not afraid. For him, anyone who blocked him was his enemy and could not be forgiven.


    "Just try your best, and don''t be too reluctant."


    Old Ming stretched out his hand, patted Yang Xuan on the shoulder and said, "after saying so much, I just hope you can come out safely from the hall of eternal life."


    "Old Ming can rest assured that I will not only come out alive, but also find you the golden fruit."


    "When it comes to the holy fruit of the yellow spring, I have to tell you about the yellow spring river."


    "Huangquan river?"


    Yang Xuan''s face was dazed. He knew nothing about the huangquan river.


    "The huangquan river is not an ordinary River, but a Yinhe river formed by the condensation of underground Yin and cold gas. The river is black and yellow, surging and turbid. A few strands will corrode the body and soul of the martial artist."


    The old man said.


    "So terrible!"


    Yang Xuan frowned slightly and immediately stretched out, "it doesn''t hurt. He has the power of reincarnation to defend. He must not pose a great threat to me."


    "Don''t be careless. You really can''t. don''t force yourself into the huangquan river."


    Old man Ming said seriously that the huangquan river is deep and bottomless, and most of the huangquan holy fruits grow in the very depths, which is extremely dangerous and can easily kill people.


    "I will be careful, but the hall of eternal life is not small. I don''t know how to find the huangquan river?"


    "This is very simple. Bones are piled up into mountains along the huangquan river. As long as you search where there are many bones, you should be able to find the location of the huangquan river. It''s really not good. Just ask someone in the eternal life hall."


    "Old Ming refers to the aborigines in the hall of eternal life?"


    "Yes, I have never said that there is no one in the eternal life hall, but like monsters, those who have the highest accomplishments are at most the supreme realm. Of course, there is no lack of amazing talents. If such people can capture a large number of lives after entering the city of destiny, they will have a chance to break away from the shackles of the eternal life hall and come to the human world."


    "I see!"


    "One month outside, a hundred years in the hall of eternal life, a hundred years, is enough for you to practice. You must seize the opportunity."


    "I will."


    "Finally, it''s that sentence. Come out alive."


    After leaving a word, old Ming was in a flash and disappeared without a trace. He explained everything that should be explained. Yang Xuan relied on himself after entering the eternal life hall, and no one could help.


    "My goal is the soul of fate in the city of destiny. How can a small huangquan River stop my steps?"


    Yang Xuan said to himself, knelt down in front of the tombstone of master Zhan Wang and knocked his head three times respectfully before he got up and left.


    "Hello, senior brother Yang Xuan!"


    "I''ve seen senior brother Yang Xuan!"


    Along the way, the disciples of sword palace saluted Yang Xuan and said hello.


    Up to now, it is undoubtedly Yang Xuan who has the most prestige in the sword god palace except Gu tongxuan, the sword God.


    Everyone knows that Yang Xuan is a prodigy with a bright future. Sooner or later, he will be in charge of the sword palace. When they see Yang Xuan, they will have to call him the palace master.


    "You don''t have to be polite. By the way, younger martial brothers and sisters, do you know who came to our sword palace?


    Yang Xuan smiled and asked the sword Temple disciples on the road.


    Just now, he released his divine sense to explore and found that there were more strangers in the sword palace.


    "Elder martial brother Hui, those people are leaders and elders of some sects and Wudao aristocratic families outside the Dazhou mountains. This trip is to worship the mountain in our sword temple."


    "Worship the mountain?"


    Yang Xuan raised his eyebrows and realized that it was false for someone to worship the mountain. It was true to send a congratulatory gift and have a good relationship with the sword temple.


    "Hehe, it''s all thanks to elder martial brother."


    "Yes, if the elder martial brother did not show his power and kill the three supreme masters yesterday, how could those foreign martial arts forces come to worship the mountain if they could not avoid our sword temple?"


    Nearby, a group of sword Temple disciples spoke one after another. They all worshipped Yang Xuan and regarded him as an idol.


    "Elder martial brother Yang Xuan hasn''t had breakfast yet. Younger martial sister, there happens to be some osmanthus cakes here. If you don''t mind, take them."


    Some beautiful young female disciples handed Yang Xuan a jade box, turned and ran away with a blush.


    Yang Xuan saw it in his eyes and just smiled. He opened the jade box and walked towards his mountain while eating osmanthus cake.


    "Hehe, yunhaishan of Taiqing palace is visiting. If you are disturbed, please forgive me."


    At this time, accompanied by the refreshing laughter like a spring breeze, a kind-hearted old man in blue appeared in the sky above the gate of Jianshen palace.


    "Yun Haishan, the cloud worshipper of Taiqing palace?"


    "That''s the man!"


    "Tut Tut, venerable visitor, this sword temple has a great face!"


    "It''s not the sword temple that has a big face, but Yang Xuan''s face. How can there be a supreme condescending visit without Yang Xuan?"


    Many mountain worshippers whispered and talked one after another. They all knew that this was Yang Xuan''s credit.


    It was once a famous super sect in Zhongzhou. Now there is another demon disciple with amazing combat power in the sect. You can''t ignore it.


    "Younger generation Yang Xuan, I''d like to see you. How are you recently?"


    Yang Xuanteng got up in the air and went to meet yunhaishan in person.


    As someone else, Yang Xuan would not be so attentive, but Fang Qingxue was a disciple of the Taiqing palace, and Yunhai mountain is a good person, which is worthy of Yang Xuan''s courtesy.


    "The younger generation is formidable. I think I knew that nephew Yang Xianfeng was a dragon and Phoenix among people and achieved extraordinary achievements. Now it seems that nephew Yang Xianxue is not only extraordinary achievements, but is destined to dominate an era!"


    Yunhaishan looked at Yang Xuan in front of him, who was as white as snow and full of energy. He praised him without stinginess.


    "Yun Zun flattered me. I''m ashamed of it."


    Yang Xuan said modestly.