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Text Chapter 311: Mr. Xuan¡¯s meaning

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    "I misunderstood you!" Seeing Tianwu Hou Yang Zheng's look of wanting to be beaten, Yang Fan could no longer hold back and swore.  "My uncle?" Tianwu Hou Yang Zheng was stunned at first, but then he reacted. His expression changed instantly, he pointed at Yang Fan and shouted angrily: "You are such a traitor, you dare to scold me, you can't rebel if you want to!  "I'm rebelling!" Yang Fan felt like he was about to explode with anger. At that moment, he roared and punched. With this punch, sixty-four dragon spirits flew together, and the whole land of Yujing City was filled with anger.  It shook again.  Such a big movement suddenly caused Tianwu Hou Yang Zheng's expression to change again. Although he had seen Yang Fan knocking away the prince Xia Qi with one punch before, he did not expect that Yang Fan was so powerful.  This seems to be a powerful force that shakes the sky and shatters the earth. Such a guy is just a true successor of Wumen, not an elder?  Is he the number one true successor Lin Langtian?  No, he had met Lin Langtian once before. Although he didn't have a deep impression, he was definitely not this person. Then where did this person appear? From what Xuan Yue Peak said just now, it seems that this person is still the master of Xuan Yue Peak.  .  Tianwuhou Yang Zheng felt as if his brain was going to explode. He couldn't understand the situation of the person in front of him at all, especially this guy who dared to be so rude to him!  Is it possible that he has some profound background?  "Eighteen Martial Saints, why don't you come and protect me!" In his thoughts, Yang Zheng had not figured out Yang Fan's origin and identity, but the sixty-four dragon spirits were already approaching him. At this time, Tianwu Hou Yang Zheng  No longer caring about anything else, he dodged and tried to avoid Yang Fan's punch, shouting loudly, calling for the eighteen martial saints to come and protect him.  And those eighteen Martial Saints are all in the later stages of Martial Saints and have extremely high status.  Although they obeyed Yang Zheng's orders, they were not direct subordinates. Although they did not dare to disobey Marquis Tianwu's words, they did not rush over very quickly.  Therefore, after all, Tianwuhou Yang Zheng did not completely dodge Yang Fan's punch. He punched him on the arm. With a loud bang, Yang Zheng's left arm turned into nothingness. Even the scumbag was stunned.  Not a single bit was left.  At this time, the eighteen Martial Saints were also shocked. They did not dare to hesitate at all, and rushed over to protect Yang Zheng, blocking Yang Fan who continued to move forward.  "Who are you?" Tianwuhou Yang Zheng was beaten without an arm, and his face was frightened. However, he is also the number one martial saint of Daxia Kingdom, Tianwuhou, so at this time, he is still  Calmly, under the protection of eighteen martial saints, he stared at Yang Fan with undiminished dignity and asked with sharp eyes.  "I am me, Yang Fan, the true successor of Wumen. Why, do you want to be like the prince Xia Qi and give me a big hat?" Yang Fan said with a hint of sarcasm.  However, in Yang Fan's heart, he also admires the martial arts cultivation of Yang Zheng, the Martial Lord of the day. The punch he just made, even if it is a peak martial saint, will disappear once it is connected, and the speed is so fast that even Yang Fan himself,  He also found it difficult to avoid, but that day Wuhou Yang Zheng just avoided, which shocked him.  "Your surname is also Yang. I wonder which lineage you come from?" When Yang Fan said his name, Yang Zheng's eyes flashed and he couldn't help but ask.  Yang Fan laughed loudly: "Not everyone named Yang has any blood relationship with you. I come from the snowy region of the north, and I have nothing to do with you, the Yang family in Zhongzhou, and there is already a grudge between us.  "Hey, why are you talking about these nonsense now?" "Yang Fan, please understand, the person in front of me is the number one martial saint in Daxia Kingdom, Lord Tianwu. It is very disrespectful for you to talk to him like this. This is how the elders of the martial arts taught you.  "Isn't it possible?" Seeing Yang Fan being disrespectful to Yang Zheng again and again, one of the Eighteen Martial Saints was a little dissatisfied.  Yang Fan glanced at him: "When he beat my slave Xuan Yuefeng just now, why didn't he care about my face? Why didn't he care about Wumen's face? Since he didn't give me face, why should I give him face? That  Liu Bodang is an abandoned disciple of my martial arts sect. Now, the fact that he killed Xuan Yuefeng's parents has been exposed. My slave Xuan Yuefeng wants to kill him. It is natural and right. Even if the Emperor of Daxia comes, he will have nothing to say.  He is a Tianwuhou, what the hell is he pretending to be? He actually dares to directly hurt Xuan Yue Feng. If I didn't have countless magical medicines, Xuan Yue Feng would be dead today!  Are you going to compensate me for being such a loving and righteous slave?" Yang Fan's series of questions made the Eighteenth Warrior Saint suddenly become speechless. Originally, as a martial artist, he was willing to grudge and grudge, which was his true surname as a warrior. He was fearless of power, and he was a warrior.  The truth. ?????????? If it weren¡¯t for the fact that martial arts is now in decline, who would??You want to be bound by others and come here to be a subject?  It¡¯s not just to find a place to survive, but because no matter how big the world of cultivation is, there is no place for martial cultivators to survive except Daxia. Even if they are martial saints, if they don¡¯t join Daxia, they will face many problems.  The Immortal Demon Sect is in danger of being surrounded and killed.  "Now Yang Fan's words really made them agree. It was just a personal grudge. Why did Wu Hou Yang Zheng get involved in this? ??????????????????????????????????????????????????????? Therefore, they could not think of anything to refute. After all, these Martial Saints were not like Tianwu Hou Yang Zheng, they were full of slaves. They spoke of His Majesty's Holy Grace and His Majesty's ministers, as if everyone in the world wanted to surround them.  The emperor of Daxia turned around the same way.  Even though they are now attached to Daxia, these martial saints do not feel that they are the slaves of the Emperor of Daxia.  They are just a part of martial arts, and everything they do is for martial arts.  "Okay, you have nothing to say? Then get out of the way quickly. I want to kill this brave guy to avenge my servant!" However, they had nothing to say to refute, but Yang Fan did not intend to stop there.  If Yang Zheng had not taken action, Xuan Yue Peak would have avenged himself, and the last trace of regret in his heart would have dissipated. From then on, he would be in a perfect state of mind, stabilize his state, and one day reach the peak of the Martial Saint and become a martial artist like Mr. Xuan.  It is not impossible for a person to carry a cauldron. He can even break through the void, ascend to a martial arts myth, and enter the Tianwu world, and he can achieve great things. Now, all of this has been ruined by Yang Zheng. How can he not be angry?  "Is there really no room for return?" asked the strongest among the eighteen Martial Saints.  Yang Fan shook his head: "You have also seen that my slave has a bright future. Now, I have suppressed this depression in my heart. Even if I wake up, I will not be able to stabilize my mind when practicing in the future. This guy can be said to be ruined.  How could I let him go after ruining his life?" As soon as these words came out, the two sides became tense again.  "Then you can let your slave kill him personally later to relieve the depression in your heart, why bother to do it yourself?" Suddenly, a voice came from the void.  Yang Fan was stunned and looked up.  What he saw was a looming back figure, but that figure was extremely familiar: "Mr.  First, it's enough for you to cripple his arm today. Let Yue Feng do the rest. This is my intention, and it is also Xia Yu's intention." Xuan Lao's voice came faintly.  Everyone¡¯s expressions changed.  Especially that day, Wu Hou Yang Zheng had always known that Xuanyue Peak was the last bloodline of the Xuan family, but he felt that his strength was not weaker than that of Mr. Xuan.  Because there is only a thin line between him and the peak of the Martial Saint.  Coupled with the high regard of the Emperor of Daxia, Yang Zheng has always paid no attention to anyone except Xia Yu. Even the prince Xia Qi, the head of the Wumen clan and several elders did not take it seriously.  A loyal dog of Emperor Xia Yu, so the Emperor of Great Xia gave him the Dragon-Slaying Sword to capture Prince Xia Qi this time.  Rather than sending someone else to come.  But now, Mr. Xuan is standing there, but he can't see Mr. Xuan's face clearly. Just his back puts infinite pressure on him. This makes Yang Zheng feel that his previous pride and confidence have all collapsed.  .  "This ancestor of the Xuan family can definitely crush himself to death with just one finger!" Yang Zheng's heart trembled.  "Fortunately, fortunately, His Majesty the Emperor is still protecting me, otherwise, I would have died without a burial place." Tianwuhou Yang Zheng felt happy in his heart.  "Now that Mr. Xuan has spoken, I don't have anything to say. But Yang Zheng, you old dog, remember this. Soon, Xuan Yue Peak will come to fight with you again. I hope that by then, you will be able to fight with me."  Do you dare to fight him fairly? If you are trying to annihilate me, even if there are thousands of troops and horses to protect you and the Emperor of Daxia personally protects you, I will kill you. Do you believe it or not?" "Yang Fan said this!  As soon as they came out, the sixty-four dragon spirits roared in unison, converging into a huge sound wave and heading straight towards Tianwu Hou Yang Zheng.  Yang Zheng was not aware of it for a moment, and was struck by the roar of these sixty-four dragon spirits. In an instant, he spat out a mouthful of blood.  "You, you" Yang Zheng pointed at Yang Fan. He was about to say something, but Yang Fan glared at him. He was trembling all over on the spot and couldn't say a word.  "This is just interest." Yang Fan smiled lightly and flashed, arrived in front of Xuan Yuefeng and Hongxiu: "Let's go!" The three of them strode away.  Yang Zheng couldn't let go of his suffocating energy. He spat out another mouthful of blood and fainted.  And Liu Bodang, who was blinded by Xuan Yue Peak, was even more miserable. Although he survived by luck and did not die, his energy and spirit were quite exhausted now, even if he was a new martial artist.  It¡¯s gone, it¡¯s considered useless.  Yang Fan spared the lives of these two people so that he could kill them one by one when Xuanyue Peak woke up later. Otherwise, how could he let Liu Bodang and Yang Zheng go?  In the void.  Seeing this scene, Mr. Xuan couldn't help but shook his head slightly: "This little guy really has a fiery surname. Now, I'm afraid that little Yang Zheng will not only be unable to make any progress, but will continue to regress. He is considered a  He's a half-wasted personbut I like it!" At this point, Mr.  The middle-aged man in the dragon robe looked bitter, sighed, and closed his mouth.  (To be continued.)
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