Author: Use your hair to generate electricity

"What happened? Why was there so much noise? Who was fighting fiercely in the backyard?"

"Could it be that a thief invaded our Yang family?"

"Go quickly to report to the clan elders and uncles, and mobilize all family guards. We will never let the audacious thief escape."

Just as Yang Xuanzhen and Yang Xiong were fighting, members of the Yang family were aware of what was going on here.

There was even a tribesman who had just eaten and drank enough and was doing something casual in the room, but he was startled by Yang Xuanzhen's loud roar, which made him tremble all over and his whole body became sluggish.

"Sister-in-law, it's not my fault. Don't you know how powerful I am? It's all the fault of that damn thief. I'll come back as soon as I go, very quickly."

This tribesman could only smile awkwardly, and in the eyes of his sister-in-law, he picked up his pants and hurried out to investigate.

For a time, the whole Yang family mansion was buzzing with noise and noise.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

A master from the Yang family rushed out of the house and used his body skills to gallop towards the backyard.

Not long after, more than 300 Yang family members and 400 to 500 guard slaves gathered beside the lake in the backyard, forming a large area of ​​darkness.

"Look, everyone, the person on the rockery seems to be Yang Xuanzhen. Why did he get into a fight with the head of the family?"

Someone pointed forward and spoke in surprise, with a look of confusion on his face.

"Cousin Xuanzhen can actually compete with the master of the family. How is this possible? Could it be that I haven't woken up yet and am in a dream at this moment?"

Another person kept rubbing his eyes, still unable to believe what he saw.

After all, Yang Xuanzhen's cultivation was extremely weak, and he was at the bottom among the entire younger generation of the family.

And Yang Xiong has not only been involved in martial arts for decades, but he is also a genuine master of the tenth level of physical transformation. The gap between the two is simply astounding.

Even the most extraordinary geniuses in the Taiyi Sect cannot overcome this gap. How can Yang Xuanzhen compete with Yang Xiong?

This is as absurd as a beggar and an emperor, two characters with completely different identities, suddenly fighting on the street.

Moreover, a beggar beat the king of a country until he was running away. Who can believe this unbelievable thing?

However, the reality is so bizarre. When the two fight, Yang Xiong is at an absolute disadvantage. He is beaten back by Yang Xuanzhen, like a lost dog.

"Hiss... The master is starting to work hard. That is the spiritual secret of our Yang family, the Dragon-Tiger True Concentration Method!"

Suddenly, a loud shout came out, waking up everyone who had been unable to calm down their inner shock for a long time.

"What? The Dragon-Tiger True Concentration Concept is a unique skill that can only be taught after cultivating the eighth level of the physical realm!"

Upon hearing this, everyone's expressions changed and they hurriedly looked up towards the field.

I saw Yang Xiong use a move called Soaring Dragon to leap over the abyss. He suddenly jumped up to a height of a hundred feet. While he was in mid-air, he punched Yang Xuanzhen below.

In an instant, everyone felt the faint roar of tigers and dragons roaring in their ears. It seemed that a dragon and a tiger appeared on Yang Xiong's fist, giving people a strong oppression, trying to kill Yang Xuanzhen on the spot.

"Faced with this kind of spiritual magic, Yang Xuanzhen will definitely not be able to resist it. This is an absolute crushing of the realm. Without the realm, no matter how strong the power is, it will be vain."

Among the crowd, a middle-aged man in rich clothes asserted, with a look of regret in his eyes.

This person's name is Yang Man, and he ranks second among the Yang family's uncles. On weekdays, he is responsible for taking care of the family's property in the city and the mines outside the city.

He has no grudges against Yang Xuanzhen, and he does not belong to the clan of Yang Xiong, the head of the family.

"Second uncle is right...I don't know why Yang Xuanzhen has such strength, but he is still too young after all."

"If he can settle down for a few years and reach the state of divine transformation, he might be able to compete with the family master, but he is destined to be unlucky tonight."

"Oh, I never thought that our Yang family would have a genius. Given time, he may not be able to become a disciple of Taiyi Sect. It's a pity..."

Many tribesmen also shook their heads and sighed.

"What a shame. This little beast Yang Xuanzhen stole the family's treasure and plotted against the head of the family. My eldest brother's killing of him is an act of justice for God. Shut up, you bastards!"

At this moment, a loud shout rang out, and everyone followed the sound, only to see two tribesmen supporting Yang Honglie, who was covered in blood, standing not far away.

Suddenly, many people fell silent, lowered their heads one by one, and did not dare to say anything anymore.

Yang Honglie is a powerful and powerful person in the clan. He is known for his vengeance and he is also a close confidant of the family leader. Who dares to contradict him?

At this moment, Yang Honglie stared at Yang Xuanzhen in the center of the battlefield with a pair of triangular eyes, his face full of resentment and joy.

Just now he witnessed Yang Xiong being suppressed and almost on the verge of death. Now when he saw that the other party was showing signs of turning defeat into victory, the anger in his heart finally vented.

However, he didn't know that Yang Xiong was at the end of his rope and wanted to escape, and would soon be completely defeated by Yang Xuanzhen.

As expected.

Facing the mental impact exerted by Yang Xiong, Yang Xuanzhen remained unmoved at all and immediately recited a mysterious and mysterious formula in his heart.

The next moment, a cool breath surged through Yang Xuanzhen's limbs and bones.

And in his heart, there is a strong belief, which is the determination to win, as hard as a rock and as majestic as a mountain.

Suddenly, the true form of the dragon and tiger hovering in the air with overwhelming momentum suddenly disappeared in front of Yang Xuanzhen's eyes and became completely invisible.

"Uncle, is this your last resort? If your skills stop here, you will definitely die. No matter how hard you struggle, it will be useless. You will die!"

Yang Xuanzhen seized this brief moment, twisted his body violently, and made a tooth-piercing friction sound in his body.

Immediately afterwards, his body seemed to turn into a spiritual snake, which could be as soft as he wanted, or as hard as he wanted, and he could do whatever he wanted.

Then his body swayed sharply, like a dragon wagging its tail, and he actually used his legs to hit the rockery beside him.

With a loud bang, the rockery, which was two feet high and one foot wide, exploded with force.

Before the gravel could spread, Yang Xuanzhen had already used this powerful force to suddenly eject into the air and chase after Yang Xiong.

"You... suck!"

Seeing this scene, Yang Xiong completely changed his color.

He never expected that his mental illusion would be cracked so easily by Yang Xuanzhen.

It was precisely with this reliance that he resolutely chose to fight Yang Xuanzhen despite being seriously injured.

Who knew that this kid could be so evil? He had obtained the family's spiritual cultivation method from nowhere, which put him, who originally had a slight advantage, into a desperate situation.

At this time, he had not yet landed on the ground. At the time when his old strength had not gone away and new strength had not yet been generated, he could not use his strength to dodge in the air, but Yang Xuanzhen had already attacked him.

"Yang Xiong, die!"

In the midst of lightning and flint, Yang Xuanzhen shouted loudly, and his whole body was hit hard like a cannonball.

Yang Xiong only had time to raise his arm to resist, when he heard a click, and his right arm was broken on the spot. Immediately, his body was hit hard, blood spilled into the sky, and his whole body was like a kite with broken strings, falling heavily to the ground.

All the bones in his body that were not broken were completely shattered under the impact of this huge force.

This time, Yang Xiong could not get up again. He was lying in the big hole made by him, his whole body was twitching slightly, and he was dying.
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