I, Yang Jian, devour billions of systems

It was already late at night, and the reporters and Internet celebrities who surrounded the ancestral house had already left.

Yang Xuan wandered alone in the open space, thinking about the wonderful use of these hundreds of acres of land.

Although the improved grass jelly is suitable for mortals to smoke, it is very cumbersome to make, and several kinds of grass jelly are not suitable for planting on this plane where the aura is thin.

After measuring out a piece of wasteland with a radius of ten mu, Yang Xuan waved his folding fan, and eight small blue flags flew out from the fan bones.

The small flag rose against the wind, became the size of a palm in the air, and landed on the edge of the ten acres of land.

"Bagua Enlightenment Formation, get up!"

I saw Yang Xuan recite the mantra silently, a faint green light glowed from the eight small flags, frantically absorbing the surrounding aura, and instilling it into the ten acres of wasteland.

Yang Xuan clearly felt that the aura around him gradually became thinner, and some weeds began to wither.

Next to it was an ancient tree that was as thick as two people hugging each other. The branches and leaves gradually turned yellow. After 5 minutes, the vitality of the ancient tree was completely sucked up and turned into a dead wood.

On the other hand, on the wasteland in the formation, the weeds grew wildly, and in just a few breaths, they grew to the height of a person.

"This face's aura is too thin. Even with the domineering formation like the Bagua Enlightenment Formation, it still can't absorb enough aura."

Yang Xuan shook his head helplessly, but fortunately, this formation is still absorbing spiritual energy, as long as he waits for a while, he can plant fairy grass.

After arranging the formation, Yang Xuan got up and walked towards the ancestral house, ready to take away the luggage that his parents had packed.

Pushing open the door of the ancestral house, Yang Xuan walked to the sofa, picked up the old man's suitcase, and got up to leave.

"Whoosh!"

Just when Yang Xuan turned around, a pitch-black flying knife flew out from the corner and went straight to his neck.

Yang Xuan sneered, raised his hand and pushed the flying knife away with a folding fan, and then said loudly.

"Several, show up."

Long before entering the house, Yang Xuan sensed four faint auras in the ancestral house.

But Yang Xuan stopped for a long time, but no one came out from all around.

A confident smile appeared on his handsome face, Yang Xuan was too lazy to entangle with these assassins, so he got up and wanted to leave.

In an instant, four figures sprang out from four directions, left, right, up and down, and silently dealt a fatal blow to Yang Xuan.

"Oh? Another superhuman, it seems that today's harvest is not small!"

Yang Xuan spread out his folding fan, a three-headed dragon was drawn on the black fan, and a mighty dragon chant resounded!
The next moment, Yang Xuan's figure had already appeared outside the ancestral house.

"Four, this is the ancestral house of my Yang family. If it is damaged, I can't explain it to my father. It's spacious outside, please come out and compete."

In the dark night sky, Yang Xuan stood with his hands behind his back and said with a smile.

Under the shroud of darkness, the wasteland was completely invisible.

After hearing a few "swish", the four assassins rushed out of the ancestral house, melted into the darkness, and waited for an opportunity.

"Oh!"

Just when the sword was on the verge of breaking out, a gunshot suddenly rang out on the hill a few hundred meters away!
Sniper rifle!
The bullet shot straight at Yang Xuan's shoulder!

Yang Xuan sneered, turned slightly sideways, and the bullet passed by.

Then he flicked his toes, picked up a thumb-sized stone, and stuffed it into the slingshot that he took out at some point.

"Impossible!"

An unremarkable stone was shot from the slingshot, far faster than the sniper rifle, and shot into the barrel of the sniper rifle with a series of piercing sounds.

The sniper rifle exploded in an instant, the huge impact tore the body of the gun apart, and the entire sniper rifle exploded like a bomb.

The gunman hiding in the dark was instantly seriously injured by the blast!

Just as Yang Xuan drew back to deal with the shooter, the four assassins hiding in the dark suddenly launched an attack!
The four attacked from all four directions, and the four daggers attacked Yang Xuan like raindrops.

In the darkness, the sound of metal collisions came and went, and Yang Xuan blocked every attack with a folding fan in his hand.

A bamboo folding fan came into contact with a sharp knife tip, and gold and iron sang.

"Oh, the movements of the four are not fast enough!"

Yang Xuan's hearty laughter resounded in the dark night, and the next moment, his figure disappeared in place.

"There were three thousand kalpas in the sky, and another 1 years in the world."

"Xiao Ji and others are chatting with each other, but no one knows that I am a real fairy!"

Yang Xuan used a fan as a pen, and wrote four lines of poems on the backs of the four with lightning speed.

These four poems are domineering!

Yang Xuan's thick voice was like thunder, blasting in the ears of every assassin.

The next moment, Yang Xuan's figure appeared in front of the four of them, and he slammed four palms one after another, blasting the four assassins more than ten meters away.

In the darkness, Yang Xuan's figure floated in front of the leading assassin like a ghost, and said in a low voice:
"Come on, Cen Xingyuan sent you to find me, why didn't you act cruelly?"

The shot just now was shot at Yang Xuan's shoulder, it was not fatal.

Although these four killers shot fiercely, they all avoided the vital points. It seems that Cen Xingyuan did not issue a kill order.

The leader of the assassins didn't answer, but kept panting heavily, feeling very upset in his heart.

He didn't see the tragic appearance of the gunman in the distance, he just thought that he had encountered an enemy with a stronger system, and his skills were not as good as others.

"Okay, you're still a man, I'll give you some dignity."

Yang Xuan raised his hand to hold down the assassin leader's head, and violently sucked out his assassin system.

The pain of stripping the soul hurts the assassin leader, but he has lost control of his body, and can only watch Yang Xuan suck out a green light ball from his head.

After Yang Xuan withdrew his hand, the leader of the assassins collapsed on the ground as if collapsed, and said with a frightened expression:

"You, who are you, why can you take away my system! Could it be that you are responsible for the disappearance of Cen Chaoyang's system?"

The assassin leader finally realized the seriousness of the matter, the system was taken away, and he was already useless.

"You are very smart, take a message to Cen Xingyuan for me."

Yang Xuan shook the folding fan in his hand, and said in a strict voice:
"I can destroy the Cen family right now, but it's too cheap for him."

"I want to let him fall into hell and experience endless torture, so as to comfort my elder brother's spirit in heaven!"

As he spoke, Yang Xuan clenched his fists subconsciously.

Although he is the reincarnation of Yang Jian, he still remembers everything in this life.

For True Monarch Erlang, who regards family affection as the sky, this is tantamount to bloody hatred!
"Go back? You don't plan to do anything to me?"

"You don't have the qualifications yet, go save your companion."

Thinking of the tragic death of his elder brother, Yang Xuan couldn't hide the excitement in his heart, and reprimanded impatiently.

Even if he can be made a god, it can't change his original intention.

"Second Lord, there are more than a dozen assassins in the hotel, they came for the second elder, and I have already dealt with them."

When Yang Xuan was upset, Xiaotian's voice sounded from the bottom of his heart.

"Little scorpion, do you really want to die!"

Yang Xuan snorted coldly, and disappeared in place instantly!