I, Yang Jian, devour billions of systems

Yang Xuan waved a folding fan, and walked out of the deep pit with neat clothes. Where is there any trace of being struck by lightning?
"This... is this still a human?"

"My God, the man who can withstand lightning strikes is in love with love!"

"Where did this guy come from? With this ability, people's families can be ruined?"

Hearing the exclamation of the surrounding crowd, Yang Xuan calmly retracted the eight small flags, turned around and walked to the high platform.

Looking at Du Cihang with dull eyes, Yang Xuan smiled.

"Little Taoist priest, have you used up all your abilities? Do you need me to teach you the technique of controlling lightning?"

After Yang Xuan finished speaking, thunder rolled from the nine heavens, and countless purple plasma rolled in the clouds, ready to go.

An invisible coercion enveloped the crowd, and tens of thousands of people felt it was difficult to breathe at the same time.

It can be seen from the momentum alone that this lightning control technique is far more advanced than the Hunyuan Lightning Attraction technique.

But this is just one of Yang Xuan's small tricks.

At this moment, Du Cihang was sweating profusely, looking pale at the tumbling purple plasma in the sky, his previous vigor was gone, and he sat on the ground decadently.

With one hand, the dark clouds in the sky dissipated in an instant, and the hot midday sun shone on Yang Xuan's body, coating him with a layer of gold.

Looking at Yang Xuan who was like a god descending, Du Cihang knew that he was defeated, and he was defeated thoroughly.

"Who the hell are you? How can you have such a profound cultivation at such a young age?"

Du Cihang's expression gradually returned to calm, as if he already knew his end.

Now, he only wants to know Yang Xuan's identity, so that he can understand clearly.

"I?"

Yang Xuan smiled and closed the folding fan.

"You are not qualified to know my identity. You just need to know that the only wrong thing in this life is to be an enemy of the Yang family!"

Hearing Yang Xuan's words, Du Cihang let out a long sigh, slowly closed his eyes, and waited for death to come.

Yang Xuan raised his hand and pressed Du Cihang's head, and with light force, he sucked out the strongest Taoism system.

Suddenly feeling that his system disappeared, Du Cihang raised his head in extreme horror.

"you······"

"No need to say much, if you want to survive, leave as soon as possible. If you dare to move my Yang family's mind again, I will let you taste the taste of five thunders!"

Yang Xuan interrupted impatiently, he had no intention of wasting words with Du Cihang anymore.

Du Cihang stood up in a daze, bowed deeply to Yang Xuan, turned around, and staggered off the stage under the gaze of everyone.

Regarding Du Cihang, Yang Xuan didn't even want to kill him.

The majestic judiciary god, the god of war of the Three Realms, would not be angry at all because of a mayfly, let alone get the slightest pleasure from killing a mayfly.

Death is nothing more than a relief to a gnat.

What really suffers is living, lingering on after losing everything.

Although it is said that after being swallowed by the system, the originally promoted state and the exchanged magic weapon skills will not disappear, but they have lost the opportunity to be promoted.

Du Cihang left, leaving only Cen Xingyuan and Li Jianlin on the stage.

The faces of the two people who had been so beautiful just now were ashen, and they stared at Yang Xuan as if they were facing a formidable enemy.

Yang Xuan pointed to Li Jianlin, and said in a deep voice:
"You and I will settle the bill later, and now you can go."

Hearing Yang Xuan's words, Li Jianlin disappeared from Yang Xuan's sight without turning his head as if he had been pardoned.

Only Cen Xingyuan was left standing alone on the stage.

Cen Xingyuan, who was in high spirits just now, stood in front of Yang Xuan incomparably lost, as if he had returned to half a year ago.

At that time, he was still Yang Xuan's follower, following around on horseback all day long, watching Yang Xuan being admired by thousands of people, watching Yang Xuan embrace a beautiful woman in his arms.

In the past six months, Cen Xingyuan got everything Yang Xuan wanted, including his fiancée.

But now being trampled under by Yang Xuan again, Cen Xingyuan only felt depressed and unbearable, and a monstrous hatred rose in his heart.

"You said I poisoned your brother, but are you serious?"

Yang Xuan lowered his eyelids and said with some displeasure.

"Yang, what do you want to do? Do you think you can cover up those dirty things you have done by force?"

Even at the last moment, Cen Xingyuan still wanted to rely on public opinion to put pressure on Yang Xuan.

But why would Yang Xuan care about public opinion?
All he cared about was to let the Yang family rise rapidly so that they could go to Shangjing to pick up their mother.

"I, Yang Xuan, only ask for two words in my life, and that is upright. Slander, poisoning, assassination and other things are all obscene means. I don't bother to do them, and I also resent them when they happen to me."

"What do you want!"

Cen Xingyuan, who was humiliated by the crowd, frowned, still thinking about the way out.

"Of course I want you to live, to watch you struggle in the endless purgatory, to let you taste the pain of betrayal, to comfort my elder brother's spirit in heaven!"

It is rare for Yang Xuan to show an angry look. Whenever he thinks of his elder brother who has cared for him since childhood, he has difficulty controlling his emotions.

When the Yang family went bankrupt, countless creditors blocked the company's door overnight to collect debts. As the president of the Yang Group, Yang Jiao chose to fight against everything by himself. .

However, after forensic identification, Yang Jiao had suffered inhumane beatings before his death, but all the evidence was perfectly covered up by the injuries caused by jumping off the building.

But Yang Xuan knew in his heart that this must have something to do with the Cen family.

Especially Cen Chaoyang, who is famous for his fierce boxing skills.

Shocked by Yang Xuan's murderous aura, Cen Xingyuan roared out of composure.

"Your elder brother committed suicide, what does it have to do with me! It's all because your Yang family went bankrupt, and your elder brother jumped off the building because he couldn't bear the pressure. If you want to blame, you can only blame you!"

Seeing that Cen Xingyuan was like a mad dog, Yang Xuan suppressed his killing intent, turned around and went down the stage, and came to the witnesses of the "poisoning", and said with a gloomy expression:

"Several, I heard that you were poisoned, but did you smoke the new product I gave you?"

Yang Xuan's voice was not loud, but extremely majestic.

The witnesses in the audience looked at each other, then at Cen Xingyuan, wondering whether they should open their mouths or not.

Yang Xuan is a ruthless person who can deal with Du Cihang, how can they not be afraid?

But Cen Xingyuan on the stage was staring at them with squinted eyes. If they betrayed Cen Xingyuan, one can imagine their fate.

The scene was deadlocked, no one dared to answer Yang Xuan.

"say!"

In the clear sky, a thunderbolt suddenly exploded, shaking the witnesses' livers and gallbladders, and they knelt down on the ground, begging for mercy.

"Second young master, spare me, I say, I say everything!"

"This is all Cen Xingyuan's idea. Give each of us 20 yuan to perjure us. If we don't do it, let us disappear!"

"Cen Xingyuan dealt with a few people in front of us, we really dare not go against him!"

Several witnesses cried out in tears, pointing their finger at Cen Xingyuan.

"Don't you want him to spout blood here, security, what are you doing in a daze, hurry up and throw these people out!"

Seeing the witness's betrayal, his meticulous plan was completely disrupted, Cen Xingyuan lost his usual gentle and polite attitude, and cursed hysterically.

But none of the security guards at the scene dared to step forward, and they all stood there without moving.

At this moment, more than a dozen black Hummers roared in with flashing police lights, and a blood-red "九" was printed on the black bodies.

Wherever the Humvee went, the crowd gave way one after another, and within a few breaths, it drove in front of Yang Xuan.

From the front Hummer, a man in his early thirties jumped down.

The man has a light beard, and his black leather clothes are bulging with his knotted muscles.

He lit a cigarette casually, then took out an arrest warrant, and said to everyone:

"The Ninth Bureau handles the case, and the idlers retreat!"