"Is that what the elder meant?"
Yang Xuan narrowed his eyes and looked at jiumo Kong. His dark eyes were as deep as the ocean. He asked with a smile.
This man in royal clothes, since he calls jiumokong a master, he is obviously a disciple of jiumokong.
He is young and can cultivate to the peak of Xianjun realm. He is also a fairy wizard. However, his brain is not very good. As long as he has a little brain, he can see that his master jiumo Kong has no intention to force him to stay.
"Little apprentice is not sensible. Don''t mind, little friend. You can go at any time."
Jiumo Kong said with a laugh, he is still an old man and doesn''t want to get into unnecessary trouble. Arrogant young people like Yang Xuan can never be a casual practitioner. If you can make friends, you''d better try not to offend him.
Some people, once they have a feud, they really can''t resolve it.
Indeed, his accomplishments are much higher than Yang Xuan. If he really wants to fight, he can easily suppress Yang Xuan, but if he really wants to do so, he will certainly annoy the forces behind Yang Xuan.
If Yang Xuan is really a casual cultivator, he has no worries, but what should he do if he is the descendant of a great sect family?
"The master is superior to the fairy king. He is afraid of what his younger generation will do. No matter where he comes from and what background he has, the disciples are not afraid. I Longxuan didn''t speak, and he won''t want to leave here."
The man in royal clothes interrupted with an unhappy face.
In full view of the public, his teacher was just humble. He even said that he was an apprentice, which made him feel ashamed.
"Funny, I''m Yang Xuan going. Who dares to stop me?"
Yang xuanding stayed in shape and looked at the man in royal clothes who called himself Longxuan, with a cold smile on his face.
"Yang Xuan, the prince has never heard of it. Unless you kowtow to my master and make amends today, you won''t want to leave alive."
In the south of Xianyu, there are not a few friars surnamed Yang, but there is no big family of Yang. In Longxuan''s opinion, Yang Xuan may really be a casual monk.
There is no lack of Tianjiao in casual cultivation. Some people have great luck and practice with the wind and water.
"I didn''t expect to be a prince, but is the prince great?"
Yang Xuan glanced. There were many Xiandao emperors in Xianyu, but not all of them had a long history and rich heritage. When thinking about it, he couldn''t help looking at the Longxuan.
A luxurious robe, with a jade face and stars eyes, has a very outstanding temperament. When you raise your hands and feet, you really have a bit of imperial spirit, which makes people dare not underestimate.
"I haven''t even heard of my taboo. It seems that you are not a monk in the south of Xianyu, otherwise you wouldn''t be so ignorant."
Longxuan sneered, raised his feet and took a few steps forward. He looked at Wu Lingyan beside Yang Xuan for a few more eyes. He just returned to Yang Xuan and said, "I Longxuan, come from Tianlong imperial dynasty. You should have heard of Tianlong imperial dynasty?"
Hearing the speech, Yang Xuan''s eyes flashed and said faintly, "is Tianlong imperial dynasty? I''ve heard it a little."
In Lin Feng''s memory, there is information about the Tianlong emperor.
The Tianlong imperial dynasty was born in the last years of ancient times. It is said that its first emperor was a powerful immortal saint. Even if the other party had already died, the Tianlong imperial dynasty was far less prosperous than in the past, but it was also a big force in the south of Xianyu. Few people dared to provoke it.
One Xiandao imperial dynasty is ruled by a group of immortals, and the Tianlong imperial dynasty and other ancient imperial dynasties, regardless of the number or level of immortals, are far more than the ordinary Xiandao imperial dynasty.
"Listen, I am the ninth Prince of the Tianlong emperor, and my father is the contemporary emperor of the Tianlong emperor, known as the Wuji emperor."
Longxuan looked arrogant and authentic. His father''s full name was longwuji. He was called Wuji emperor by many because of his accomplishments in the imperial realm.
"What does it have to do with me, the ninth prince or the eldest prince?"
Yang Xuan shook his head and suddenly became domineering and strong. He said, "don''t say you''re just a little prince. Even if your father longwuji comes, he can''t stop me."
As soon as he said this, many monks who watched the excitement couldn''t help but take a breath again and again.
Yang Xuan was disrespectful to jiumo Kong and turned a blind eye to Longxuan. He even spoke to his face and called the Wuji emperor taboo. He said that the arrival of longwuji could not block his way. It was not so arrogant as crazy. It was shocking to think about it.
"Bold, what status and accomplishments do you dare to offend our Lord Wuji emperor?"
"Too hateful. Let''s go up together, take him down and wait for the ninth prince to fall."
While people were shocked, several immortal saints wearing armor and strong breath rushed forward and stood behind Longxuan. They all glared at Yang Xuan.
Seeing this scene, Wu Lingyan changed her pretty face and grabbed Yang Xuan''s arm, slightly nervous.
"Don''t worry, I have everything."
Yang Xuan comforted in a low voice and looked up at the several Jiayi immortals. "Why, do you want more people to bully me?"
"You want to die!"
Several Jiayi immortal saints were furious. They were all close guards of Longxuan and friars of Tianlong imperial dynasty. If they hadn''t relied on their self-cultivation, I''m afraid they would have been in trouble if Longxuan hadn''t spoken yet.
"It''s you who want to die."
Yang Xuan ridiculed that he had just become a god of war. He was worried about where to fight with people to refine his fighting will. Now, someone came to the door automatically.
"Young generation, you are too conceited. Just because you dare to speak unkindly to the infinite emperor, I will never let you leave easily."
Hatoyama shouted in a deep voice. He wanted to calm things down, but now he completely rejected the idea.
At least he is the ancestor of biyunzong, a well-known upper Immortal King. There is even Longxuan, the ninth Prince of the Tianlong emperor, as an apprentice. He has the whole Tianlong emperor as a patron. Are you afraid of a young Immortal King with unknown origin?
"To deal with this son, one disciple is enough. Why should the master go out in person?"
With a wave of his hand, Longxuan went directly to an open space, stared at Yang Xuan fiercely and said, "you and I have the same cultivation, and I can''t talk about who bullies who. I''ll ask you, do you dare to fight with me for life and death?"
So many people looked at him. Long Xuan didn''t want to fake his hand. He also had self-confidence and could deal with Yang Xuan.
"If you want to fight, fight!"
Yang Xuan said that he did not refuse or fear.
"Husband, you..."
One side, Wu Lingyan wanted to stop talking.
"It''s okay. It''s just a prince of the imperial dynasty. Kill him or her. There''s nothing to worry about."
Yang Xuan did not deliberately lower his voice, and his words completely angered long Xuan.
"Madman, I will kill you!"
Longxuan''s face was very gloomy and his lungs were almost angry. He hadn''t started fighting yet. The other party seemed to believe that he would die. How could he bear it?
"It only takes two moves to kill you. Take it!"
Yang Xuan opened his mouth, then jumped up, put out a big hand and cleaved down towards Longxuan.