Yang Qingxuan's heart lingered for a while, how ordinary things for ordinary people, but it is a luxury for him.
In the past thirty years, I have no idea who he is in the dream.
Now that I have finally found myself, I can finally go home.
Yang Qingxuan's eyes were a little sour, and she looked at the worn gate and the broken low wall, and stopped.
It seemed that there was a guest in the original homeless home, and there seemed to be some dispute.
"Grandpa ... Grandpa ..."
As soon as Yang Qingxuan's heart was tight, she opened her mouth and called in.
In addition to Yang Qingxuan's grandfather, there is also a middle-aged man and a 14-year-old girl.
The middle-aged man has an extraordinary appearance and is not angry and arrogant. He has a long, high-level breath.
The young girl Xingmu Taochi, wearing a pink shirt, blue silk scattered like a waterfall, pretty, but also add a little daughter's charm.
At first glance, the two were dignitaries, and his grandfather was simple. Although his bones were tough, he was very skinny, and looked a little embarrassed at the corner.
Yang Qingxuan stayed, and I couldn't imagine how the valuable people would come over in this small broken house. And the girl, beautiful and beautiful, although not as natural as Wu Qiyue, she was also very beautiful and gave him a sense of familiarity.
"You ... Su Ying?"
Yang Qingxuan finally found out the girl's information in her memory. It was actually Su Ying, one of the four beauties of the same college as Wu Qiyue!
"You fool dare to come back! Hooligans! Dead rogues!"
When Su Ying saw him, her cheeks turned red, and she scolded with anger.
The eyes of the middle-aged man and Yang Zhao also looked over. The two could not help but look at each other and seemed to notice something wrong.
Yang Qingxuan couldn't figure it out, thinking that this girl was rude, so she said coldly: "I have never played hooligan with you, nor have I taken advantage of you. If you talk nonsense again, I don't mind really treating you Do something. "
Having said that, his eyes recklessly enjoyed on Su Ying.
Yang Qingxuan never professes a gentleman, but a person with a casual temperament and unrestricted temperament. When a pure beauty cuts his face and scolds him as a rogue, he doesn't mind being a hooligan once, full of eyes.
Su Ying was startled by his sullen eyes. She was furious and angry. "Wow, you really think of me differently, how can I spare you!" Up, the fluttering palm patted the past.
Yang Qingxuan only smelled a scent of fragrance and suddenly felt a little bit awkward. It was slightly different from Wu Qiyue's fragrance and fragrance, but each had its own spring and autumn.
Suddenly, I was shocked, and scolded myself at this time, why do I still think about this. Su Ying's palm looks soft, but it is extremely powerful, and the power is still above the left's "land collapse punch"! He didn't dare to envy, and he was so energetic that he came up against the palm of the dragon!
"Stop!"
The middle-aged man and Yang Zhao drank at the same time, but they looked completely different. The middle-aged man was majestic and angry, and Yang Zhao was worried, but the next moment, the turbid eyes burst out with fascination, and the whole person was stagnant due to excessive shock!
I saw Yang Qingxuan's vitality flowing around him, as if dragons were flying in the sky, the energy waves were spreading around, the bowls and tiles in the house were shaken, and all porcelain was instantly broken.
Su Ying also changed her face a lot. She was originally worried that she would kill the fool with one palm, but her mood was reversed in an instant. The opponent's palm was strong and vigorous. When she touched it, she didn't know.
"Hey!"
The two palms struck each other, the anger wave opened, Yang Qingxuan stayed the same, and Su Ying retreated a few steps, almost hit the wall!
The middle-aged man was horrified and shocked: "You have cultivated the Wuhun ?!"
Yang Zhao was also full of horror. Then she looked slack and looked at Yang Qingxuan with anticipation, tears appeared in her eyes, and her lips trembled slightly.
Yang Qingxuan looked at his grandpa, but also felt sad. Thinking of the hardships of these years, he secretly said: "Now I have one soul and I really awaken. After that, I will never let the person I want to protect suffer."
He wanted to tell Yang Zhao the news, but at the moment there was an outsider, and the inconvenience was revealed, so he said, "Not yet."
The middle-aged man yelled, "How can you fight back Sakura with one palm? It seems that you have been staying in Qiwu Realm for a long time." He saw through the situation of Yang Qingxuan at a glance.
Yang Zhao also read it out, but murmured to himself: "The qi and wu dynasty is complete, this, how is this possible ..." The tone was difficult to hold on with excitement, and his hands were shaking violently.
"Dare to hurt me! I want to kill you!"
Su Ying came back to her head, a white light rose between the wrists of the Hao, the silver light ran down, and immediately turned into a delicate and small crossbow, with three small arrows ready to go, fiercely cold.
Yang Qingxuan's pupils shrank, staring at the sleeve arrow in shock, and exclaimed, "Is this the Wuhun?" This is the first time he has seen Wuhun from others, with an extremely dangerous feeling.
"Stop!"
The middle-aged man and Yang Zhao drank again, and two figures flashed inside the house. Yang Zhao has appeared in front of Yang Qingxuan, protecting him behind.
A middle-aged man appeared next to Su Ying, grabbing her arm, and the arrow turned into a flash of white light and disappeared.
Yang Qingxuan was shocked and always had doubts about her own identity. If grandpa was just an ordinary cleaner, how could there be such a great determination and perseverance to cultivate himself into a warrior?
The spooky figure of Grandpa just now proves this, even he can't do it!
Obviously, Su Ying's martial spirit was suppressed by a middle-aged man, and she stomped and struggled, "Let me go, let go of me! He hurt me just now!"
The middle-aged man yelled, "It's a joke! If Qing Xuan had no mercy just now, you've been beaten away!"
The middle-aged man reprimanded, gazing at Yang Zhao intentionally or unintentionally, and there was a deep dread in his eyes.
Su Ying stunned, and shouted in disbelief: "On him? If it was not my intention, I didn't use the Wuhun in time ..."
"enough!"
The middle-aged man retorted, "Hugh, let's talk again!"
Su Ying was suffocated by that overwhelming, don't go over your head at once, she is so angry and angry, and straightly stamps her feet in a grievance.
The middle-aged man looked at Yang Qingxuan for a while, and then he said, "Congratulations to Qing Xuan's soul recovery, and he has reached the tenth level of Qiwu Realm. It is only a step away from condensing Wuqi and consolidating Wuhun."
Yang Qingxuan was startled, wondering how the other party knew that his soul was incomplete, and smiled calmly, so that the middle-aged man couldn't figure it out.
Yang Zhao was overjoyed by his face. It seemed that he was a few decades younger, and after a few coughs of excitement, he laughed and said, "Toujin Wang Hongfu."
Yang Qingxuan's heart was stunned. In front of him, this person turned out to be Su Ze, the famous Jin king of Cangnan Kingdom, and Su Ying was a relative of the imperial family.
Su Zedao said: "The old man is serious. This is the agreement between us that year, everything should be. Qing Xuan's ability to restore the soul is also his own creation."
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