"Asshole, heartless man, hateful guy, didn''t you say there was a gift? Why didn''t my aunt see a hair."


    "We don''t need anything. Why bother so much? Besides, Yang Xuan can come back alive and become so powerful. It''s the best gift from heaven."


    "Yes, don''t be angry, sister Shen. I can assure you that Yang Xuan must have prepared a special gift for our sisters in private."


    Ziwei is not in the hospital. Except that Shen Yue is not very happy, Su ziyao, Xia Yuwei, Fang Qingxue, Gu Qingying, Yi Xiuer and other women are full of happy smiles.


    "Hum, I''m not angry. I can''t get angry with him."


    Shen Yuexin glanced and immediately shouted at Yang Xuan, who was being worshipped by countless sword Temple disciples: "Hey, Sao Bao boy, how long will you stay there?"


    "Don''t talk so hard for a few days, you little pepper. How can I say that you are also your man and your husband? Can''t you respect me?"


    Yang Xuan smiled and didn''t feel angry. His eyes flashed over Shen Yuexin, Xia Yuwei, Fang Qingxue, Gu Qingying and Yi Xiuer. After nodding to the women one by one, he finally came to Su ziyao.


    Similarly, Su ziyao was looking at him. In an instant, their eyes met. Although they didn''t say anything, they all had continuous feelings in their eyes.


    "If you get a wife like this, what do you want from your husband?"


    Yang Xuan was full of tenderness in his eyes. He felt guilty again. After a while, he said, "Yao''er, you''ve been suffering for a while."


    "We are not bitter, but you. This farewell has white hair. I really don''t know what you have experienced in the hall of eternal life."


    Su ziyao shook her head again and again. Tears had blurred her eyes. She wanted to ask why Yang Xuan had changed so much, but her words turned into a question, "come back this time, won''t you go?"


    "No, we won''t separate anymore."


    Yang Xuan nodded heavily and immediately smiled again. "Come on, smile for your husband. You should smile more on such a happy day."


    "When so many people look at it, they don''t laugh. Even if they want to laugh, they will only smile at you."


    Having said that, Su ziyao burst into tears and smiled. She was beautiful. Rao Shiyang Xuan was used to seeing all kinds of beautiful things in the world. For a time, she couldn''t help looking crazy.


    Su ziyao may not be the most beautiful and outstanding among the women, but her beauty comes from her heart and blooms only for him. She is also the one who knows him best except Qin LAN.


    "What are you looking at?"


    Su ziyao''s pretty face was hot and she let out a light anger.


    "Cough, of course, it''s my Yao''er. Let alone, my Yao''er is really more beautiful."


    Yang Xuan joked.


    "Glib."


    Su ziyao hummed, then suddenly remembered something and asked, "Why are you alone?"


    "I''m coming fast. Everyone is behind. It''s estimated that I''ll be back soon."


    While talking, he Shiming and others glanced faintly. Several young men in luxurious clothes appeared on crape myrtle peak. Yang Xuan didn''t need to understand what the other party was thinking.


    He Shiming and others have good accomplishments. They all noticed Yang Xuan''s sweeping eyes. Just when they thought Yang Xuan was going to speak, Yang Xuan moved his eyes elsewhere.


    This is a complete disregard. Although he Shiming and others are angry, they don''t dare to criticize. They just secretly look at the boy in their eyes.


    At the age of eighteen or nine, he has no breath and fluctuation. No one will take him as an expert.


    However, such a young man can wave down the rain of spirit, which makes the cultivation of many sword Temple disciples improve to a small level. Such means can be called against the sky, which is beyond people''s reach.


    "How on earth did this son do it!?"


    He Shiming''s eyes are flickering. No matter how talented a person is, no matter how fast he practices, the time spent from the divine power realm to the supreme realm, and then to seizing the heaven realm is not only a hundred years, which has never been seen since ancient times.


    It can be seen that Yang Xuan''s means clearly reached this state.


    This is a heaven seizing realm that seizes heaven and earth for its own use. It unexpectedly appears on such a young man.


    No, maybe I don''t need a teenager to describe Yang Xuan. After all, this son has been practicing in the eternal life hall for a hundred years. In terms of age, he is much older than his true disciple of Lingxiao sword Pavilion.


    "Yes, I''m still young. The reason why I''m not as good as him now is that I''m still young in practice. If you give me a certain time and give me the same chance as him, I''ll never be worse than him."


    When he Shiming wanted to return, he could not hide his depression. No matter how conceited he was, no matter how high he regarded himself, his face had already lost its previous arrogant color, and he dared not regard the white haired boy in front of him as an enemy.


    At least, now he is far from being able to fight it.


    How can a little Supreme Master defeat a great friar who seizes heaven?


    Admittedly, there are many demons who can fight beyond their ranks, but most of them happen to low-level warriors.


    It can be said that a Supreme Master tries to challenge the power of seizing heaven, that is, it is pure death, and there is no possibility.


    "What should we do? Can we go now?"


    The young man in yellow felt bitter. He was stuttering. He didn''t speak very quickly.


    He raised his head calmly, but the color of panic in his eyes couldn''t be hidden. He whispered, "it''s over, we''re over. I''m afraid the left and left elders can''t stop him with this strength!"


    "Shut up, it''s all your fault. If you hadn''t always instigated me, if your mouth wasn''t so clean, how could I provoke such a big enemy for no reason?"


    He Shiming yelled and wanted to slap the young man in yellow. When he had nothing to do, he said in his ear how beautiful Su ziyao and other women are, how beautiful they are, and how amazing they are.


    It''s ok now. The men of others are coming back strong. Maybe they will come down to settle accounts with them soon.


    "Elder martial brother, how can you blame me for your lust for beauty?"


    The young man in yellow shouted that he was wronged, and he didn''t want to carry the pot.


    This pot is too big for an ordinary disciple of Lingxiao sword Pavilion.


    How proud of the Ming Dynasty, they all regard Yang Xuan as a great enemy and fear him. How dare he challenge Yang Xuan, a little monk whose life has fallen into the realm and whose divine power has not been condensed?


    Don''t mention the challenge. Now he doesn''t even have the courage to face Yang Xuan. The other party''s eyes are sharp and deep. Although he doesn''t look at him with a straight eye, he also has an inexplicable fear in his heart.


    "This boy is definitely a cruel man! He is definitely a murderer without blinking an eye!"


    The young man in yellow couldn''t stop screaming in his heart. For a moment, his head was unconscious and lowered. His shrinking appearance seemed to be deeply afraid of being seen by the other party.