Since entering the public eye, the young man's expression has always been numb and dull, and he is frozen like a wooden stake, and is indifferent to everything that happens.

It was not until Yang Zheng pulled out the Dragon Blood Sword that his spirit appeared in his eyes, and it was extremely rare to take the initiative to chat. Of course, he did not speak, but secretly contact Yang Zheng with a divine mind.

Yang Zheng turned his head and confirmed that it was the other party who sent him a message, and was surprised. "You asked this, it means you know Liao too."

When he first saw this young man, he felt that there was an indescribable aura on this person. He seemed to have seen it somewhere, but he couldn't remember it. At this moment, when the other party mentioned this person, he realized it later.

It turned out that this young man gave him the same feeling as Liao.

Could it be that their master has gone from the same school?

He was curious about the mysterious origins of these two people and ignored the most critical details.

Liao, Liao, Liao, Jie, and Yu, were all homophones. He heard from Liao's mouth that he had not seen the shape of the character. He never expected that this Liao would be Wei Liao's Liao. As for who Wei Liao was, he certainly knew it very well.

The young man nodded slightly, "My name is Yang Xuan, and he is his junior brother."

Yang Xuan and Yang Zheng, it turns out they are our own family.

Without thinking, Yang Zheng immediately expressed his question, "Who is respected by the teacher?"

Yang Xuan's eyes were still dull, but his words were cunning, "You asked this, which means that the teacher told the senior brother that he could not tell you the truth, so how could I reveal the mystery?"

Yang Zheng was stunned and thought to himself, it turns out that you are not a fool.

"It doesn't matter if you don't want to say it. I don't know you, and I don't receive any rewards without any merit. This sword is too expensive. After thinking about it, I still think it can't be accepted. After the winter test is over, I will return it to you."

The Dragon Blood Sword is so terrible. Fortunately, during the competition just now, its magic intention did not explode and did not rush up to suck Tian Ze's blood dry. Otherwise, in full view of everyone, he would be unpredictable and would bear the bad reputation of the devil.

He hates the act of killing people and sucking blood, but he is not easy to say it directly. When he said this, he felt a bad premonition. Could this Yang Xuan be too cultivating demons?

Yang Xuan's expression was slightly different, "You should know very well the power of the Dragon Blood Sword. After getting such a magical sword, are you willing to return it? It can't satisfy you?"

Yang Zheng admitted: "I'm afraid I can't control it."

Yang Xuan fell silent, as if he understood his worries. After a while, he replied, "I don't know what you and your senior brother are doing, nor do I get involved. The sword was given to you by him, so I will let you deal with it. I will not take it away."

Yang Zheng frowned, not knowing what to do.

The power of the sword is unquestionable, but the problem is that it is too strong, so strong that it is inhumane, and it is not to throw it away, nor is it not to throw it away if it is not thrown away.

The decisive battle continued, and the two stood shoulder to shoulder at the forefront, with great worries.

Yang Zheng thought for a long time and decided to indirectly test Yang Xuan from other aspects, so he asked: "Respect the teacher and pass me the message. With his courage, he must be a top-level strongman. As his disciple, why do you need to join the Jixia Academy?"

That day, Liao passed the message, and his words despised all kinds of schools of thought, and called raising pigs. Since the mysterious person looked down on the academy, why should he let his disciples join the academy?

This is very contradictory.

Yang Xuan said sternly: "I can only tell you that our enemies are the same."

enemy?

Yang Zheng was stunned, "Are you referring to Taoism?"

Yang Xuan refused to say anything, "After witnessing your strength, I wanted to challenge you and fight happily. However, since the teacher has other arrangements, I can't take the initiative and be an enemy of you. Don't worry, I won't compete for the top spot with you."

The implication is that I am not unable to beat you, but I am bound by the master's sect and have to admit defeat and give up the position of the top leader.

Yang Zheng chuckled, "I need you to give it to me?"

He really wanted to win the championship, and he believed that with his own strength, he would definitely win the championship, and there was no need for others to deliberately give in. Judging from Yang Xuan's tone, it seemed that if the two of them really fought, he would definitely lose.

He is not afraid of heaven or earth, so why do you need a demon cultivator to let him go?

Yang Xuan heard his arrogance and said dumbly: "I don't want to offend you, nor do I want to fight you for your own will or waste my energy. Whether you want it or not, I will challenge you next and then admit defeat."

As he spoke, he returned to his initial dull expression. Once a person like him had a idea, he would never waver again.

Yang Zheng narrowed his eyes slightly, "The winter trial is related to the dispute over sacrificial wine. If you don't fight with me this time, then, what about next time?"

Yang Xuan remained silent.

Yang Zheng continued: "I can't help you to let me go. But I want to know how capable you are and dare to speak like this? I hate the mysterious people the most, and now you have made me disgusted."

He vaguely guessed that Yang Xuan's master was interested in making friends with him, so he gave him a magic sword. Then, Yang Xuan could not anger him and ruin his teacher's intentions.

Yang Xuan frowned and was about to answer. At this moment, a candidate walked onto the battlefield and said to him: "My brother at the top of the list, please give me some advice, so that we can see and see, how can you top the list!"

The top three strongholds enjoy privileges and are seats coveted by all candidates. Yang Zheng has already ranked second, and his strength is obvious to all. Everyone has to avoid his edge and dare not make any more decisions about him. They can only shift their target to the other two.

Yang Xuan, who is at the top of the list, is not only unpretentious, but even looks stupid and stupid, and is incompatible with the genius. Compared with the famous Yan Mo, he is more like a soft and soft persimmon.

The first to challenge those people was generally weak. Because they could not see through Yang Xuan's reality, they did not dare to provoke rashly. But at this time, it was the top geniuses who were at the top to take action, and finally couldn't help but try to test his background.

Yang Xuan stepped out, his attention still on Yang Zheng, and he whispered: "Look."

This time, his goal was not only to defeat the other party, but also to let Yang Zheng see clearly whether he had the strength to say the word "lei".

He stood opposite the man, then his hands drooped, with nowhere to put them, and his posture was ugly, like an ordinary farmer.

The man bowed with his fists and said clearly: "Wu Jinrong, a native of Daliang, Wei State, has not yet asked for his brother's name."

He took the initiative to report his name and surname, just to ask clearly what Yang Xuan, who was hiding in the vastness, came from.

However, Yang Xuan did not answer, but just hugged his fists, which was considered a gift for return.

Seeing this, Wu Jinrong raised his eyebrows and his eyes became more and more fierce. He took out an extremely heavy iron knife, which flashed with a cold light, "This knife is called Armor. Brother, are you sure you want to fight with bare hands?"

This sounds like a kind reminder of Yang Xuan that he would not win without force.

However, there was an uproar in the audience, and the audience keenly heard his intention.

"I heard it right? Is this the legendary armor-breaking knife?"

"Armor-breaking...Wu Qi's butcher knife back then?"

"That's right, he is from Daliang, Wei State. In this way, he must be a descendant of Wu Qi!"

Listening to the surprises one after another, Wu Jinrong raised the corners of his mouth slightly, unable to suppress his arrogance in his heart, and he was a little intoxicated.

He issued a name to make everyone realize his origin.

What is Sun family, Sima family, is it amazing?
Chapter completed!