Reach out, turn your palm from top to bottom, and then press it down.


    Peiran vigorously emptied the surrounding emptiness and exposed the white bear in the emptiness.


    Pop!


    The sound was not very loud, even slight. Yang Xuan''s palm fell on the top of the white bear like a touch.


    White bear is stupid, completely stupid.


    Then he shouted without hesitation, "spare your life!"


    Hiss!


    The white bear hair turned into flying rain like a steel needle, and even pierced the void into tiny holes.


    In a flash, the bear with a beautiful pure white fur turned into a naked pig.


    "It''s too late. I''m sorry." Yang Xuan smiled and took his hand away from the white bear''s head. He conveniently pulled out the only white hair on his head. It was as easy as picking an apricot flower in early spring.


    The whole white bear was trembling, and great fear flooded him like a tide.


    He knelt down in front of Yang Xuan without hesitation, completely ignoring his naked body at this time: "meet the saint."


    At this moment, what he thought in his heart was that when he went back, he would break up those guys who didn''t succeed enough to defeat.


    Holy One, the person in front of us is clearly a star saint, but what do you say about the younger generation of Sirius, the new emperor? Isn''t this cheating?


    When did the Sirians become saints? He doesn''t know at all.


    Is it because the holy man doesn''t want others to know his identity?


    Will you be killed?


    Thinking of this, the white bear''s fear has been hard to hide.


    Perhaps the higher the cultivation, the more afraid of death. At least Yang Xuan saw few martial artists who didn''t have high cultivation, such as the Caesar brothers, who left a deep impression on Yang Xuan.


    On the contrary, the emperor he saw was more afraid of death than others. When he saw that the situation was wrong, he immediately begged for mercy and saved his life first.


    This is probably the biggest irony.


    "Get up, I won''t kill you." Yang Xuan said faintly.


    The white bear obviously breathed a sigh of relief, stood up and trembled. A few seconds later, he recovered his superman image.


    Yang Xuan looked interesting and asked, "Why are you different from others? Don''t you need to pray?"


    Baishi respectfully replied, "the pilgrim, after entering the Empire, can greatly simplify the process and time of transformation."


    "Oh, I see." Yang Xuan understood and said, "let''s go and go to your white stone star."


    Baishi''s heart was ten thousand unwilling, but he didn''t dare to show it on his face. He smiled and said, "please, saint."


    Then, led by Baishi, Yang Xuan returned to baishixing with him and was invited to the castle of Duke Baishi.


    Yang Xuan looked around. The castle where Duke Baishi lived was just one word: big.


    The decoration is not so luxurious, it''s just big.


    The gate, the big window, the big table, the big chair, and even those water cups were all magnified.


    Yang Xuan thought of the omniscient figure of the white bear and probably understood why he wanted to make everything so big.


    After visiting the castle, Archduke Baishi offered a banquet for Yang Xuan, but was refused.


    "Call the wooden dragon." Yang Xuan suddenly remembered the wooden dragon.


    Baishi was stunned. He didn''t understand Yang Xuan''s meaning, but he didn''t dare to violate it, so he arranged for someone to call Mulong.


    Before long, the dwarf shaped wooden dragon was helped in. It was the fat man who helped him.


    As soon as yunpang came in, he saw Yang Xuan sitting high in the first place. He was stunned and glanced back and forth on Baishi and Yang Xuan''s faces, some at a loss.


    "My Lord, here comes the wooden dragon." Baishi respectfully said.


    Without Yang Xuan''s consent, he didn''t want to reveal the identity of Yang Xuansheng, so he was only commensurate with adults.


    However, this move still caused an uproar in the hearts of yunpangzi and Mulong.


    Have they ever seen their masters so respectful to people? You know, his master, hero Baishi, is a great emperor.


    They can''t imagine what kind of existence it is that can make a great emperor respect so much.


    At this moment, Yun pangzi was infinitely glad that he had made the original decision. Fortunately, he didn''t offend the adult. Otherwise, I''m afraid no one would dare to bury him if he died.


    Cloud fat man is so, not to mention Mulong.


    He is old and refined, and can become Baishi''s right hand. He can''t be confused.


    The style of Baishi''s painting made him fall into an ice cellar. The hatred in his heart disappeared in an instant, and he didn''t even dare to have a trace.


    Joke, can the person who can make his master so respectful be offended by a small servant?


    "Mulong, you hated me because you abandoned your cultivation that day?" Yang Xuan asked with a smile and nodded to Yun pangzi.


    Yun pangzi was flattered and quickly bent down to salute, but he didn''t dare to lift his head.


    "No, villains don''t." Mulong hurriedly said, and sweat stains appeared on his nervous face.


    He really didn''t dare, but it wasn''t hypocrisy.


    "Hate is also white hate." Yang Xuan told the truth and said with a smile, "but since the misunderstanding is solved, I''ll pay you back."


    As he spoke, he pointed out a finger, and a light green light shone directly at the wooden dragon.


    The wooden dragon dared not hide and was shot by the green awn.


    Green awn entered the body. The body skills originally destroyed by Yang Xuan were restored at an incredible speed, with cultivation in the process of recovery.


    The wooden dragon appeared ecstatic. Without hesitation, he suddenly knelt down and said, "thank you, sir."


    Baishi looked strange, but his heart was more shocked.


    He has the ability to take whatever he wants and live from the heart. Only the legendary saint can have such a means to connect heaven and earth.


    The grateful Mulong and yunpang left. Baishi got up and bowed deeply: "thank you, sir."


    His thanks are not only Xie yangxuan''s cure of Mulong, but also Xie yangxuan''s disregard of past grievances.


    "Well, sit down. I have a few questions for you." Yang Xuan waved and said.


    Baishi takes his seat according to his words and is all ears.


    Yang Xuan thought for a moment and asked the first question: "what''s the matter with the cloud God sacrifice?"


    This probably involved the secrets of the heiyun family. Baishi''s face showed hesitation, but he still said it considering Yang Xuan''s identity.


    "My Lord, the cloud God festival was arranged by the black cloud emperor of our family. In fact, it has two meanings. One is to pray for the cloud God, lower the well-being and protect the peace of our family. Of course, this is just a statement. In fact, the deeper purpose is to pray for the cloud God to lower more power."


    Yang xuanruo thought and asked, "what about the second?"


    "The second one involves a rumor of our family." Baishi sorted out his vocabulary and then continued: "In ancient times, our family once worshipped two gods, one is the cloud God and the other is the dark god. However, in our long history, we somehow lost contact with the dark god. No matter how hard we try, the people can no longer feel the existence of the dark god, let alone pray for blessing."