The person pointed out is the cultivation of the false god realm. He is also a character in ordinary days, but at this time, he doesn''t look like a Shinto master. His face is pale and his eyes are full of fear.


    Yang Xuan looked at him.


    Seeing Yang Xuan''s eyes, his face became more pale, and even the whole person began to tremble slightly.


    Suddenly, his footsteps moved, turned into a streamer, and quickly fled to one side. However, before he took two steps, he found a man standing in front of him.


    He fixed his eyes on the old man standing in the heart of the lake.


    The old man looked at him lightly and said expressionless, "if I remember correctly, you are Yu Guangyao."


    "Yes... No, no, the younger generation is not Yu Guangyao, the younger generation is not!" the man was in a cold sweat and was shocked.


    The old man smiled and continued: "Yu Guangyao, you didn''t advise me so much when you killed my yuan children."


    The man suddenly knelt on the ground, his face full of fear, and began to beg for mercy loudly: "elder, elder yuan, younger generation doesn''t know that it''s a disciple of the yuan family. If you know, you can lend the younger generation ten courage and dare not do it. Elder, spare your life, spare your life."


    His voice showed great fear, but the old man surnamed yuan ignored him, just slightly stretched out his hand and directly grabbed him.


    Yu Guangyao seemed to resist for a moment, but the next moment, his whole person hung down softly, as if he had lost all his strength.


    The old man surnamed yuan took Yu Guangyao and went straight outside the circle drawn by Yang Xuan. Then he threw Yu Guangyao to the ground and said faintly, "bet, how many fingers do you say he has!"


    Yang Xuan looked at Yu Guangyao on the ground. His ten fingers were intact. His whole face was like earth and paralyzed like mud.


    Yang Xuan took back his eyes, but did not answer the question of the old man surnamed yuan. He seemed to ask casually, "I don''t know what to call?"


    "Old man yuan zhixia!" the old man said directly.


    When the old man said the three words yuan zhixia, the pupils of everyone in the distance shrank, and then his face showed an extremely surprised look.


    Yuan family!


    "It''s him!" Qingxie''s eyes contained shock. It seemed that he didn''t expect that the person who came was yuan zhixia.


    Luo Yi, who looked the same as her, obviously heard yuan zhixia''s name, and her eyes were full of shock.


    Yuan zhixia looked at Yang Xuan and saw that there was still no expression on his face, so he said coldly: "Bai Qi, tell me, how many fingers does this man have?"


    Yang Xuan smiled and asked, "how many fingers do you say he has?"


    Yuan zhixia sneered and said directly, "I guess he has nine fingers!"


    Yang Xuan''s eyes began to narrow, stopped for a moment, and then said faintly, "well, I guess he has ten fingers."


    Yuan zhixia showed a mocking smile on his face and said coldly, "you lost, he has only nine."


    As soon as the voice fell, Yu Guangyao on the ground suddenly trembled, and his eyes showed an extremely frightened look, but he couldn''t make a sound.


    A faint light flashed, and a large number of sweat stains appeared on Yu Guangyao''s forehead. His face was pale, as if he was suffering from some great pain.


    Yang Xuan''s eyes fell on Yu Guangyao''s right hand, where a finger had just left the palm, and blood flowed.


    "He has only nine fingers, you lost!" yuan zhixia said coldly.


    Yang Xuan smiled, then shook his head and said to yuan zhixia, "the loser is you. He has ten fingers."


    Yuan zhixia just wanted to say something. He inadvertently looked down and was suddenly stunned.


    I saw the finger that had been broken on the ground. I don''t know when it has returned to Yu Guangyao''s palm. There is a faint green light shining at the broken place. Not long ago, when the green light disappears, the finger has been connected, and I can''t even see a wound.


    Yuan zhixia''s pupils shrink sharply. He has never seen such wonders in his life.


    A moment later, another flash of brilliance flashed. Yu Guangyao''s just connected finger broke again and fell to the ground.


    After cutting off his fingers, yuan zhixia looked up at Yang Xuan and asked coldly, "how many fingers do you think he has?"


    "Ten!" Yang Xuan answered very simply, and his eyes began to narrow.


    Yuan zhixia looked down and the finger he had cut off took back yuan Guangyao''s palm again.


    "Take a closer look! How many?" yuan zhixia snorted coldly. The ill fated finger left Yu Guangyao again and fell to the ground. This time, it was crushed by some force and directly turned into a pile of meat mud.


    "Ten roots!" Yang Xuan''s eyes became extremely cold, and his eyes flashed from killing intention.


    Yuan zhixia looked down again and found that the finger was not connected, and the blood was gurgling out of Yu Guangyao''s broken finger.


    "Ha, you lost, he has only nine fingers!" yuan zhixia laughed.


    "I said he had ten, there were ten!" Yang Xuan said word by word, like cold ice.


    Pop!


    With a soft sound, the finger of another person outside the circle directly left his body, flew to Yu Guangyao''s segment finger and took it up.


    The green light flashed, and there was still no wound.


    Until this time, the talent pointed by Yang Xuan sent out a huge scream.


    But after only half a cry, he saw Yang Xuan''s eyes.


    He quickly covered his mouth with his hand. His face was full of fear and he didn''t dare to make a sound.


    The smile on yuan zhixia''s face disappeared. He looked at Yang Xuan coldly. After a long time, he said, "the finger you picked up can''t move. You lost!"


    Yang Xuan also looked at him coldly and said faintly, "you can''t move. It''s also a finger. You lost!"


    Yuan zhixia didn''t speak any more. He just stared at Yang Xuan. The killing intention in his eyes has been made no secret.


    Just then, a voice suddenly came.


    "Yuan zhixia, I can testify that you lost!"


    Then, the dark night saint, who had been standing not far away, suddenly appeared outside the circle.


    Yuan zhixia''s face became very ugly. He didn''t look back, but said coldly: "dark night, there''s nothing about your holy mountain here. Don''t mind your own business!"


    "What if I have to care?" a hoarse voice came from under the dark night saint''s hood, without any emotion.


    Yuan zhixia''s face was even more ugly. After a long time, he said word by word: "you can try!"


    This time, the dark night holy envoy ignored him, just arched his hand at Yang Xuan, and then said, "white up! I heard you need a lot of soul power."


    Yang Xuan looked at him and nodded slightly.


    The dark night Saint made a silence and suddenly asked, "how much do you need?"


    Yang Xuan said, "the capacity of at least 100 soul stones."


    The dark night Saint made a short pause and said, "a little more!"


    Yang Xuan was noncommittal.


    After a moment of silence, the dark night Saint envoy slowly said, "however, this is not a problem. As long as you join my holy mountain, the soul of a hundred soul stones is not a large number."


    Yang Xuan smiled and said faintly, "I want it now!"


    The dark night Saint suddenly raised his head, but only showed a pale, bloodless mouth. His mouth did not open, but there was a sound.


    "Enter my holy mountain and I can give it to you now!"


    Yang Xuan was silent and speechless!