Immortal Cultivating Dynasty

Under Yang Xuan's attack, Loong Wu became a little impatient. His breathing started to become disordered, and even his steps became disordered.    

Jiang Qingfeng, who had just subdued Loong Lee and returned to the air, looked at Yang Xuan with a strange look in his eyes. When he had just started his path of cultivation, what he admired was attacks that were like a storm, and it had always been carried out until now. It could be seen from the time he fought with Loong Lee just now.    

But what he didn't expect was that Yang Xuan actually did better than him in this aspect.    

"Old Yang, this kid is a junior of your family, right?"    

Jiang Qingfeng turned his head and looked at Patriarch of the Yang family. His eyes sparkled, telling everyone that he was very excited right now.    

Patriarch of the Yang family looked at Jiang Qingfeng doubtfully. He didn't know what he was trying to say, but he still nodded and replied, "That's right. What's wrong?"    

"Old Yang, can I discuss something with you?"    

Jiang Qingfeng rubbed his hands and leaned closer to Patriarch of the Yang family. He asked in a low voice, "How about you find a time and introduce him to me as my disciple? I have been cultivating this Beast Style Fist all my life, but I have yet to find a suitable disciple."    

Patriarch of the Yang family was about to speak when a lazy male voice sounded in his ears. "Old man Jiang, you think you can take him as your disciple?"    

"Who? Who is it?"    

Jiang Qingfeng was shocked by the sudden voice. He looked around but found nothing. He shouted, "Where did this brat come from? Why are you talking nonsense here?"    

A hand suddenly reached out from behind Jiang Qingfeng and patted his shoulder. The voice sounded again in Jiang Qingfeng's ears. "Don't think about it. That is my brother's disciple."    

"Who is your brother?"    

Jiang Qingfeng was stunned for a moment. When he turned around and saw who was behind him, his expression became a little strange. Standing behind him was a middle-aged man whose face was as clear as jade, and his eyes were like stars. The man quietly floated in midair, and his temperament was natural and natural.    

Jiang Qingfeng suddenly jumped up and said, "You said this kid is his disciple?"    

After saying that, Jiang Qingfeng turned his head and looked at Yang Xuan, who was in the middle of a fierce fight with the two ghost cultivators. He couldn't help but nod and said, "In that case, it does look like him."    

However, Jiang Qingfeng didn't seem to have any intention of giving up. He continued to say to the man, "Ahem, that doesn't matter. I believe that Zhou is a sensible child. You just need to tell him. I won't mind having the same disciple as him."    

The man with a gentle temperament like fine white jade smiled. He shook his head at Jiang Qingfeng and said, "Elder Jiang, it's not that I don't want to introduce you to him. My brother is just a master of his art of war. If you think you can guide him on the path of cultivation, my brother and I won't stop you. "    

After saying that, the man moved closer to Jiang Qingfeng and said mysteriously, "Do you know how long it took for this kid to break through to the Second Stage?"    

"How long?"    

Jiang Qingfeng scratched his head and looked at the man. The man stretched out one hand, raised three fingers and said to him, "Only three short years."    

"What? How is this possible?"    

He jumped up again. If the reason why he jumped up when the man suddenly appeared was because he was dissatisfied, then this time he jumped up in fright.    

If it was not for the strange energy that swallowed the light around his body, he would have definitely seen it at this moment. Loong Wu's face had turned ashen. Loong Wu could already see it from the moment Yang Xuan used all of his skills. Yang Xuan had made up his mind to fight to the death with him. Because only by doing so could Yang Xuan fight Loong Wu.    

However, what Loong Wu didn't expect was that he wanted to use the advantage of his realm to give up the idea of fighting Yang Xuan to the death. Unexpectedly, it didn't come true. Every single flame that landed on his body would cause him to expend a large amount of Spiritual Force to offset the flame. Avoiding! You're hurt. Yang Xuan had been in that state of excitement for quite some time, but he still didn't show any signs of exhaustion.    

A mocking smile appeared on Yang Xuan's face. How could he not know what Loong Wu was planning to do? Perhaps his idea was not a problem, but what Loong Wu did not know was... The amount of Spiritual Force in Yang Xuan's body was more than double that of an ordinary person. In addition, there was also a Soul Absorption Bead in his body that was constantly absorbing Spiritual Force from the outside world to supply him. This allowed Yang Xuan to have enough Spiritual Force in his body to support him in battle.    

Hearing Jiang Qingfeng's loud shout, Yang Xuan turned his head and looked at him with some doubt. He happened to see the man who was sizing him up, the State Hall's Palace Master.    

The man nodded slightly and did not interfere in the fight between Yang Xuan and the two ghost cultivators. He wanted to see what Yang Xuan's limit was.    

On the other side, the butterfly's progress of cracking the formation was approaching its end. On the black wall, the formation formed by white lines had become dark red at some point.    

As the formation lost its effectiveness, a powerful aura was emitted from inside. Except for a few spectral cultivators who were fighting, the rest of the people held their breaths. They stared at the formation without blinking, preparing to rush into the Imperial Prison as soon as the formation was broken.    

As the entire formation turned dark red, the lines on the formation gradually disappeared like silk cocoons. The energy fluctuations on the formation gradually weakened, and the energy contained within it was also constantly flowing away.    

Soon, all the red lines in the formation disappeared. There was a huge tunnel where the formation was located, and there was a silvery white shadow in the tunnel.    

It was a spatial storm filled with spatial energy. When Yang Xuan was in Desolate Ancient Land, he had seen this kind of energy in the teleportation formation there. However, the energy there was much stronger than this.    

After the spatial storm wreaked havoc for a while, it quickly calmed down.    

Upon seeing this, the group of spectral cultivators rushed into the spatial storm one after another.    

The few people who had stopped in midair hurriedly chased after them, trying to stop them. However, the spectral Cultivators were so fast that they did not have time to react.    

Just as Jiang Qingfeng was about to jump on his feet anxiously, a sudden change occurred.    

A few of the people who had just rushed into the spatial tunnel were knocked out of the tunnel and fell heavily to the ground, vomiting blood.    

The other people who didn't fly out also looked as if they had seen a ghost. They ran out of the tunnel with fear on their faces. Although it was quite funny to say that ghost cultivators saw a ghost, the expressions on their faces were indeed the same.    

A terrifying pressure that could suffocate people came out of the tunnel, causing the Old Ancestor of Bai family, Kuan Shu, Yang Xuan, and Loong Wu to stop fighting and look into the tunnel.