Because Yang Xuan was lying on his side with his back to them, the two people who came here didn''t see Yang Xuan''s face clearly.
The footsteps approached, and then Yang Xuan felt that he was turned over by one hand.
What came into view were two faces, old and young.
The young face had curiosity in his eyes. After docking with Yang Xuan''s eyes, his face also showed a color of joy.
"Master, he''s not dead yet. His eyes are still open."
The young man was excited and happy that he could save a life, but he didn''t find that the old man who had been following him had changed his face.
After seeing Yang Xuan''s face clearly, the old man was stunned, then panic appeared in his eyes, and then his face was full of fear.
"Bai... Bai..." he lost his voice and exclaimed, and the whole man stepped back, terrified to the extreme.
The young man was not aware of the change of the old man. After seeing that Yang Xuan was full of blood, he was surprised and said, "after so much blood, he hasn''t died yet."
While talking, his palm had been against Yang Xuan''s body and wanted to breathe to protect Yang Xuan''s heart pulse.
"Stop... Stop!" the old man finally found something wrong. He hurried forward and grabbed the young man.
"What''s the matter, sir?" the young man asked strangely.
The old man didn''t answer him. His eyes swept around Yang Xuan''s face. After a long time, his face finally showed an expression of ecstasy.
"Heaven is up, I''m old Hong San''s luck." he was so excited that his lips began to turn blue.
The young man said, "elder, what''s the matter?"
The old man reacted and said excitedly, "Liu Ziming, our luck is coming. Take a closer look. Who is this?"
The young man Ziming smelled the speech and looked carefully at Yang Xuan''s face. Finally, he seemed to think of something. Like the old man, his face also looked frightened.
"Devil... Devil... White... White?" he lost his voice and exclaimed.
"Yes, it''s for nothing!" Hong Laosan could hardly restrain his emotion: "he was seriously injured and lost all his accomplishments."
After staying for a long time, Liu Ziming suddenly flashed a decision in his eyes, and then slapped Yang Xuan.
Hong Laosan directly held Liu Ziming''s hand and angrily said, "what are you doing?"
"Don''t stop me, elder. Everyone has to kill this demon. Why do you keep him?"
"You''re confused. Let''s tie it up and send it to the ninth Prince alive. How much reward can we get? Step by step, if you kill him, the reward will be greatly reduced." old Hong said angrily.
Liu Ziming retorted, "senior, this Baiqi is a peerless devil. If we don''t kill him now, how can we only consider the reward if he recovers his cultivation and doesn''t know how many people will suffer?"
With that, he ignored it and clapped it again, but it still fell, and he was stunned.
Blood poured out wildly. Liu Ziming looked down at the tip of the knife stabbed from his chest and looked at Hong Laosan with a confused face.
Hong Laosan''s face was ferocious. He took out a knife and said in a hate voice: "boy, it''s better to receive a reward alone than two people, not to mention that you have to kill him and cut off my money."
Liu Ziming fell down. Until the moment before his death, he didn''t seem to know why the elder who took good care of him wanted to kill him.
Yang Xuan sighed slightly in his heart and dispersed a little aura that had not been easily condensed.
Even if Hong Laosan doesn''t do it, Liu Ziming can''t kill him.
However, his body was in a mess at this time. If he reluctantly used Reiki, it would only aggravate his injury.
Moreover, Liu Ziming is only a congenital expert, but Hong Laosan has reached a first-line day. With Yang Xuan''s state at this time, it is extremely difficult to kill Liu Ziming. It is even more difficult to face Hong Laosan.
Fortunately, Hong Laosan wanted to catch him alive so that he could be sent to Shen Yuguan for a reward. He just took the opportunity to recover from his injury.
After raiding Liu Ziming, Hong Laosan took out a rope from his arms, bound Yang Xuan firmly, grabbed him and left.
Yang Xuan simply ignored it and concentrated on recovering his injury.
After about an hour or two, Yang Xuan''s heart moved, and then his heart sank.
He saw an acquaintance.
Han ZhiBei!
He never thought that Hong Laosan met Han ZhiBei with his men on the way.
At the moment, the injury in his body has only recovered a little. Let alone South Korea to the north, even if he is an ordinary Venerable Master, he can cope with it.
Old Hong Sanxing happily handed Yang Xuan to Han ZhiBei. His face was happy and blossomed. In his heart, he had imagined that he would become a man after being rewarded by the ninth prince.
When Han ZhiBei saw Yang Xuan, a look of great amazement appeared on his face, followed by disbelief.
Even, Yang Xuan keenly saw a trace of resentment from his eyes, as if he felt extremely sorry and humiliated that a peerless expert like Yang Xuan was caught by a man whose cultivation was only a day.
He waved back and looked at Yang Xuan quietly. After a long time, he sighed and said, "it''s hard to predict that a generation of demons have been caught alive by a young generation of one day. I''m afraid you can''t close your eyes when you die."
His face is half like a baby and half like an old man. It looks very strange.
Yang Xuan looked at him and made no noise.
Han ZhiBei felt a breath. After turning around in Yang Xuan''s body, he nodded and said, "if so, your body has been seriously injured. No wonder, can you tell me who hurt you?"
To this point, South Korea is curious about the North Pole.
"Zhu Yuxie!" Yang Xuan didn''t hide anything. There was nothing to hide.
Han ZhiBei showed an extremely shocked expression in his eyes. He lost his voice and said, "in other words, did you escape from the hands of the three princesses?"
The third princess Zhu Yuxie''s cultivation is very clear to Han ZhiBei. Although Yang Xuan can kill Zuo Qinghou and Xia Houhu, and his cultivation is all over the sky, it''s not enough to compare with Zhu Yuxie. Unexpectedly, he can escape Zhu Yuxie''s pursuit. I''m afraid no one believes it.
After the shock, Han ZhiBei also admired him. Regardless of his position, Yang Xuan is an opponent worthy of his respect.
When his fingers crossed gently, the rope on Yang Xuan broke. Han ZhiBei turned his back and said to old Hong, "come here!"
Old Hong ran over: "Lord Han!"
"You''ve done a good job. You''ve made great contributions to catching the devil." Han ZhiBei said faintly, looking down at Hong Laosan.
Hong Laosan is full of happiness. He is almost happy to be praised by his Highness''s important minister and man list expert Han ZhiBei.
So he died!
He widened his eyes and looked at Han ZhiBei, who slowly retracted his palm. His eyes were full of disbelief and panic.
He opened his mouth and seemed to want to ask why, but it was too late. Boundless darkness rushed up and mercilessly drowned him.
Han ZhiBei took a look at Yang Xuan with his hands on his back, and then turned and left.
"You go!" he said faintly.
His tone was flat, and he didn''t even look at Hong Laosan on the ground.
Yang Xuan was slightly stunned and almost suspected that he had a hearing illusion.
He looked at Han ZhiBei''s back and said strangely, "you let me go?"
Han ZhiBei didn''t speak, but shouted to several of his men, "today we only found some precious herbs and haven''t seen anyone else."
"Yes!" his men didn''t look at Yang Xuan again and promised loudly.
Yang Xuan looked at Han ZhiBei, walked back a few steps, and suddenly asked, "why?"
Han ZhiBei didn''t look back or answer Yang Xuan''s question. He resolutely turned around and left with his men, but disappeared in the blink of an eye.
Yang Xuan looked at the direction of Han ZhiBei''s departure with complex eyes. He didn''t know what he was thinking.
After a long time, he slowly sank into the ground and disappeared, leaving only Hong Laosan''s body, still dreaming of being a master.