Everyone began to leave one after another. When Yang Xuan killed a group of Shinto masters with overwhelming power and still stood on the boulder, everyone looked at the light behind him - the entrance to the forgotten place, and lost the idea of entering.
After all, compared with Xiaoming, it''s nothing at all.
The other people who had gathered outside the circle and came with the five dead people were pale and shocked, with unspeakable fear in their eyes.
There has never been a moment when they feel so lucky. There has never been a moment when they are like this. They are glad that they have not taken another step.
One step to heaven, one step to hell!
One step out is death!
They didn''t take that step, so they survived, with a deep fear of white.
From now on, along with those who leave, the name will ring throughout the northwest continent.
They were retreating and couldn''t help retreating, as if they had followed the footsteps of those people for fear of being careless.
In the face of life and death, the dignity of the so-called Shinto master was far away and disappeared.
Yang Xuan''s eyes fell on the smiling young man again. A moment later, he said faintly, "what''s the name?"
"You can call me Hua nearly disabled." the boy still smiled and opened his mouth with a smile.
"You want to kill me too?" Yang Xuan asked, in a flat tone, as if you had eaten?
Hearing the speech, the young man waved his hand and shook his head: "no, no, no, don''t get me wrong. I just came to see the excitement. What should you do? Just be my air!"
Yang Xuan''s eyes narrowed. After a long time, he suddenly asked, "I don''t know where the teacher came from?"
The boy smiled more intensely and opened his mouth gently. His voice was suddenly filled with a sense of self-respect: "Hengshan!"
As soon as the voice fell, he resumed his smiling appearance. If he hadn''t seen it with his own eyes, people would doubt whether the air of self-respect just now was an illusion.
But as soon as these two words were spoken, Yang Xuan''s face changed.
Not only he, but everyone who heard the word changed his face.
Hengshan!
It seems that there is some strange magic between these two words, which makes those who hear it send out a sense of awe from their bones.
Hengshan, a branch of Northwest Tianchi!
Today, after integration, Tianchi has no branches, but there is only one exception, Hengshan.
Not unwilling, but dare not, can not!
In a way, as a branch of Tianchi, Hengshan''s reputation is even louder than Tianchi.
Everything is because of a person, a legend.
Wu Shen!
Wu Shen was originally from Hengshan!
The flower is nearly crippled. It comes from Hengshan and belongs to the same family as the God of martial arts!
At this moment, the smiling face of the 16-7 youth became infinitely tall in the eyes of the people, so tall that the people began to be frightened.
"I see!" after a moment of silence, Yang Xuan smiled, and then came a faint sentence.
No one knows what he understands, and no one can guess what his smile represents.
The young flower nearly shook her head and looked at the respectful eyes of the people. He smiled bitterly.
He knew for a long time that once the origin was revealed, it would be so, especially in the northwest continent. He knew better than anyone what the word Hengshan represented.
But facing Yang Xuan''s question, he didn''t know why, but he didn''t want to hide it.
"Forget it, I''ll go!" the young man thought, waved to Yang Xuan, and then said, "I''ll take you to Hengshan."
"I''ve killed so many people. Aren''t you afraid to bring trouble to Hengshan?" Yang Xuan also smiled.
"It''s always Hengshan who makes trouble for others, and no one dares to make trouble for Hengshan." the young man disdained the voice.
"I''m called a devil. There are more than ten thousand lives in my hand. Don''t you care?" Yang Xuan asked again.
"Ha ha, I''ve read a lot of chivalrous novels!" the young man had long disappeared in place, but his voice was sent from a distance: "what is righteousness? What is evil? If more people are killed, then every emperor in the world is evil, because they kill more people than you."
The voice disappeared. The young flower was nearly disabled, and the human shadow was faint and disappeared.
Yang Xuan''s mouth showed a smile, which seemed to mutter to himself: "obviously he is so old, but he has to pretend to be a teenager. Is it magic?"
There seemed to be a cough in the distance, but when I listened carefully, I couldn''t hear anything.
He smiled and shook his head. Yang Xuan took a deep breath and his eyes fell on the lake.
The lake is not quiet, with layers of ripples swinging away with footsteps, causing countless ripples.
The steps are very light, but each step is like measured with a ruler, no difference.
The pace is also very slow, until everyone''s eyes are focused on the lake, and the owner of the pace has not passed through the middle of the lake.
Ordinary hemp shoes stepped on the water, and some white clothes washed by starch were blown by the breeze and fluttered slowly, just like catkins.
A white hair was randomly made into a pimple, coiled on his head, and inserted from the middle with a willow twig that I don''t know where it came from, which can be used as a hairpin.
His face is a little dark, like an old farmer who often works in the field. He is not white, but he has a healthy color.
The steps stopped, and the visitor stood in the middle of the lake and didn''t move any more.
Yang Xuan looked at him. He was also looking at Yang Xuan.
After a long time, a slightly hoarse voice passed through the lake, startled several circles of ripples, and fell in Yang Xuan''s ear.
"From now on, let''s make a bet!"
"How about winning? How about losing?" Yang Xuan narrowed his eyes, didn''t ask what to bet, and directly asked whether to win or lose.
"I won, you break your arms and follow me to a place to make amends to someone." a hoarse voice sounded.
"Oh? What if you lose?" Yang Xuan asked again.
"If I lose, I''ll turn around and leave. I won''t ask you to hurt my disciple and make her feel depressed until now."
The husky voice passed on the lake and fell into Yang Xuan''s ears and everyone''s ears.
Qingxie''s eyes were strange. She looked at the old man like an old farmer on the lake and thought deeply.
Luo Yi''s face was also very strange. She stared at the old man on the lake and opened her mouth to speak.
At this time, a shadow suddenly appeared around them.
Luo Yi was shocked and quickly turned to look, but the next moment, she saluted respectfully.
At the same time, she gave gifts, as well as light relief.
"I''ve seen the dark night envoy!" they said at the same time.
The holy emissary in black hid his whole face under his hood and couldn''t see his appearance at all.
A cold voice came from under his hood: "no gift!"
Relax and Luo Yi.
Gently decompressed and whispered, "holy envoy, white..."
"Look!" the man completely hidden in the dark sent out two words like cold ice, and the frozen two women''s bodies trembled.
"Yes!" the pretty girl bowed at the same time and dared not speak.
At the same time, Yang Xuan''s voice also rang. His eyes crossed the microwave rippling lake, and then said faintly, "OK, what to bet?"
"Just bet he has a few fingers." the old man on the lake smiled and pointed to a man outside the circle.
"Ah? Me?" the accused was stunned at first, and then a great fear poured out of his heart.