Yang Feng was not surprised that he knew his origin, but said softly, "I had nothing to do with the Yang family more than a hundred years ago."


    Yang Xuan didn''t ask again. It seems that this is another story.


    "Farewell!" Yang Xuan''s voice came from the air. The next moment, there was a faint shadow.


    Only Yang Feng, who was still standing in the yard, whispered what he had just said: "more than a hundred years ago, my surname was no longer Yang."


    Yang Xuan, who left the giant spirit sect, swept away and flew to a place.


    In a valley not far from Juling sect, Yang Xuan fell down.


    Then his eyes fell on the entrance of a cave.


    Waving slightly, a strong wind blew, revealing a huge bluestone under the snow that had existed for many years, on which a clearly visible mark was engraved.


    Yang Xuan sighed, and a sentence from his memory emerged: Milian Valley, transparent stone!


    Spirit stone!


    More than 100 meters deep below the cave, there is a spirit stone vein that Yang Xuan has been searching for. When he entered the scope of Juling sect, he had sensed it.


    Before, he had been here for many times, but he didn''t feel it once.


    But when the mysterious pillar disappeared, the spirit stone was strangely discovered by his mind.


    However, this Lingshi mine is not big enough to fill all Yang Xuanxin''s storage rings, leaving only a small amount of space.


    Shook his head, and then he completely disappeared. When he appeared again, he was already 100 meters underground.


    He touched the stone with aura on the wall. After sighing, he put all the aura stones here into the storage ring, and then disappeared in place.


    His realm has reached the bottleneck, and he doesn''t need to absorb these spirit stones now.


    When Yang Xuan appeared again, he was standing at the door of a cave, a cave only more than ten meters deep.


    But it is just an ordinary cave, without any abnormality, and there will no longer be that huge lake and the pillars in the lake.


    After looking at it carefully for a while, Yang Xuan left, left here and left the green snow country.


    His next stop is Ziyan country.


    When Yang Xuan arrived at Ziyan country, a battle was taking place in the secluded city of Ziyan country, or it could not be called a battle at all, but a massacre.


    A unilateral massacre.


    On the slaughtered side, there are old people, women and children, children and pregnant women with big stomachs, but there are no martial artists, not even a martial artist with inner strength.


    "Why? Why?" an old man shouted and wailed, and blood and tears spilled all over the sky.


    "Hum, it''s your honor to see your daughter, master you. How dare you marry your daughter secretly? You really don''t know how to live or die." a martial artist with seven layers of internal strength said with a ferocious face and a wild laugh.


    Then he threw an object from his hand to the old man''s feet and said with a grim smile, "what do you think this is?"


    It was a ball of clothes with blood.


    When the old man saw what was on the ground, he suddenly gave a sad hiss: "daughter!"


    He knelt on the ground and cried: "you must die hard. You must die hard. Oh, my God, who will kill them? Oh, my God..."


    "I don''t know if we can die well. You can''t live anyway." the martial artist smiled grimly, and then cut down with a long knife.


    The next moment, he suddenly turned into a blood rain. The old man was everywhere, and the sky was bloody red.


    The battle stopped. The ordinary people who survived stared at the scene in front of them and looked at the ferocious enemies who were still in front of them. They turned into a rain of blood one by one, and didn''t even leave the whole body.


    "Heaven has eyes!"


    The old man''s cracked lips showed a smile, his mouth issued a hoarse voice, word by word, and then his eyes closed slowly and passed away.


    At the moment when the old man died, Yang Xuan''s mind had found the person he was looking for.


    When Yang Xuan saw master you, his heart was a little cold, a cold deep into the bone marrow.


    Master you is also killing, a woman.


    Master you stabbed the woman with a stick, then looked at the woman bleeding and screaming, and showed a very comfortable expression on his face.


    Yang Xuan recovered his true face, and then gently asked, "why?"


    You Xiaomei was shocked and turned around suddenly. She was about to make a move, but suddenly stopped the next moment.


    She stared at Yang Xuan in front of her, her face showed a mixture of incredible, incredible, fear and other expressions, and her arms hung down bit by bit.


    "Why?" Yang Xuan asked softly. The woman''s scream stopped suddenly, and her face showed gratitude.


    A golden light ran across her neck.


    You Xiaomei still didn''t move, still staring at Yang Xuan.


    "I knew you would come!" she said suddenly, tears streaming down her eyes.


    Yang Xuan spoke for the third time. His tone was still very soft, like snowflakes in the sky, falling quietly: "why?"


    "Why? You asked me why?" you Xiaomei suddenly hoarse, angry and crazy: "you go and ask my father and brother, ask my brother, ask them why."


    You Xiaomei became hysterical, like a Madman: "why don''t you ask them? Why don''t you ask them? Why don''t you ask the people of Hanshan gate, why, why?"


    You Xiaomei''s voice filled the whole room, filled Yang Xuan''s ears, and his head began to ache.


    You Xiaomei is crying. Her voice is loud. She spreads far and far. She is crazy and desperate.


    When the wind blew, Yang Xuan felt a little cold. He wrapped his clothes, then slowly turned around and pushed the door away.


    Behind him, you Xiaomei cried hysterically. She was out of breath. She cried with all her strength. She fell to the ground and never got up again.


    On that day, many people died in Youcheng and blood flowed into a river! But the people of Youcheng ran around and told them that the whole world was celebrating.


    Some witnesses said that the man who shot was a man with a touch of crimson in the middle of his eyebrows, like a fairy.


    Not long after that, a statue appeared in Youcheng. The face of the statue could not be seen clearly, but the bright red between the eyebrows was very eye-catching.


    At this time, Yang Xuan had returned to the territory of Yan state.


    In Taiping City, the boss of Huang Ji''s ready-made clothes couldn''t believe his eyes when he saw Yang Xuan.


    After he rubbed his eyes hard, he suddenly knelt on the ground: "Yang... Master Yang, you''re back!"


    Yang Xuan reached out to help him and asked, "how''s business recently?"


    Boss Huang felt that there was no place to put his hands. His nervous face turned pale: "Sheng... Business is still... OK, master Yang... You, do you want to buy... Clothes?"


    Yang Xuan smiled and said, "OK, buy one!"


    Boss Huang hurriedly said, "please... Please come in."


    After entering the store and choosing a robe casually, Yang Xuan wanted to check out, but boss Huang didn''t want to live or die. Yang Xuan insisted repeatedly that boss Huang almost knelt down, so he gave up.


    "Then I''ll take it. I wish boss Huang a prosperous business." Yang Xuan standing at the door smiled and turned away.


    Just before leaving, a aura was sent into boss Huang''s body.


    When boss Huang couldn''t close his mouth to Yang Xuan''s blessing music, Yang Xuan had returned to Yang''s house.