Fantasy: My Brothers Are All Sons Of Fortune

But things are often not transferred according to personal will. Yang Xuan intends to let these two go temporarily, but the other party may not let Yang Xuan go so easily this time.

Just when Yang Xuan's voice fell,

At this time, Qin Yan turned around and faced an old man in black robe with white beard and hair behind him, respectfully bowed and said: "Seventh Patriarch, this son is not only a talented monster, but also an enemy of our Luotianmen, fearing endless troubles, I also ask the Seventh Patriarch to punish this son as a warning to others."

This old man is one of the two ninth-rank powerhouses who came to Luotianmen this time, and this is also Qin Yan's greatest reliance now.

He couldn't beat Yang Xuan, but so what, now he has someone behind him.

For this reason, Qin Yan glanced at Yang Xuan slightly sideways, the complacent look on his face, and the stern look in his eyes flashed away.

He didn't have any stupid mentality that he had to kill Yang Xuan himself, as long as Yang Xuan could die, nothing else was important.

As Yang Xuan himself, he was indeed taken aback by Qin Yan's so righteous words.

He really didn't expect that Qin Yan, as an Eastern Wasteland arrogance, would have no idol burden at all, and he could have a not wanting face just by saying not wanting face.

This is even worse than him.

At this time, the ancestor of Luotianmen didn't change his expression, he glanced at Yang Xuan indifferently, and slapped Yang Xuan casually like swat a fly.

But at this moment, Yang Xuan's hairs were standing on end, and his face was extremely serious.

Before the palm fell, a great terror of life and death rose spontaneously in the bottom of my heart.

"Dage!"

"Dage!"

Bai Wanwan and Yang Jing exclaimed at the same time, and were about to step forward desperately, but were pulled back by Shen Fei behind them.

The next moment,

A Sword Ray flashed past, and the huge palm shattered directly, dissipating without a trace, as if everything just now was an illusion.

At this time, Yang Xuan was so relieved that he almost fell to the ground.

When Yang Jing stepped forward to support Yang Xuan, he realized that Dage's back was covered in cold sweat.

In the beginning, there would be no such thing as sweat in Human Yuanjing, but now it seems like a basin of cold water has been poured on Dage's back.

It can be seen what Dage went through just now,

Thinking of Yang Jing here, the breath of the whole person was on the verge of going berserk, the anger on his face was even more unrestrained, and his eyes were fixed on the old man in Luotianmen.

"I'm talking about old ghost Kang, you're going back as you live. You're a dignified ninth-rank noble, and you actually attacked a junior in the imperial realm. To be honest, I'm ashamed for you Luotianmen."

At this time, an old man with a sword in a gray robe came out from the crowd in the Four Elephant Pavilion. It was this person who made the sword just now, and only then did Yang Xuan's danger be resolved.

When Shen Fei saw that something was wrong, he sent a sound transmission to the ancestor of Sixiang Pavilion.

This time, the nine major sects dispatched the rank-9 powerhouses of the dignified state, two from the Luotianmen, two from the Sixiang Pavilion, and one from each of the other sects.

During this trip to the Blood Fiend Demon Sect, they didn't gain much. Instead, they lost countless members. Only a few holy sons, Holy Maiden, came back.

This also led to the collective outrage of the nine Sect executives. After some discussions, they decided to form a temporary alliance with the goal of destroying the blood demon Devil Venerable.

This is also the fundamental reason why so many Ninth Ranks of Prestige Realm gathered in the Demon Sect.

"Four Elephants Pavilion? I heard from Sheng Zi that you were the ones who came out to disrupt the situation last time, and now it's you again. For the sake of a mere emperor, are you determined to fight against our Luotianmen?" Zu stared at the old man with the sword in Sixiang Pavilion like a poisonous snake, cold and bloodthirsty.

"Haha... It's a big joke in the world, you Luotianmen are not tiger's buttocks and can't touch it."

"Besides, you people from Luotianmen have provoked our people from Sixiang Pavilion time and time again, who do you think is going to have trouble with whom?" the old man with the sword in Sixiang Pavilion yelled loudly.

"Is he from your Four Elephant Pavilion?" The white-bearded old man asked in surprise, then turned to look at Qin Yan beside him. "is that so?"

"Seventh Patriarch, that's not the case. He is from the Yang family in Shangjing. How could he be from the Sixiang Pavilion? I have never heard of him worshiping in the Sixiang Pavilion."

The Seventh Patriarch's eyes were terribly cold, Qin Yan trembled when he saw it, and hurriedly explained.

"As the holy son of Sixiang Pavilion, my Dage also belongs to our Sixiang Pavilion." Shen Fei stood up and said at this time.

However, at this moment, another group of people came from a distance, and a thin old man walked out of the crowd.

"It's really lively. I, Beixuanying Pavilion, will also participate in such a lively event."

However, the old man was obviously standing on the side of Luotianmen from where he was standing.

This also made Yang Xuan and the others in Sixiang Pavilion look ugly.

At this time, Shen Fei and Bai Wanwan also stepped forward to stand with Yang Xuan and Yang Jing at the same time, ready to strike at any time.

They can't do it at the ninth rank of Zunjing, but they are still very confident in escaping from the hands of the ninth rank of Zunjing.

If the Four Elephant Pavilion hadn't intercepted the palm just now, Yang Xuan would have disappeared in place by now.

"In our Four Elephants Pavilion, anyone dares to come up and step on us now."

Another old man with a sword in Sixiang Pavilion came out, the sword light on his body was faintly hesitating, and he had a tendency to draw his sword if there was a disagreement.

Although the opponent has three respectable ninth-rank powerhouses, the two old men with swords on their backs are still not afraid.

Swordsman, go forward indomitable.

Anyone who refuses to accept it shall be cut with a sword.

The whole scene began to become tense due to the arrival of Beixuanying Pavilion, the air was shaking, and the space showed faint signs of instability.

"Let me tell you, everyone, you don't know what we are here for, right? If you continue to fight like this, my Ice and Snow Sect will withdraw from the alliance now."

"I don't want to let the Blood Fiend Sect escape because of your stupidity, and make our Ice and Snow Sect suffer from the blood fiend's revenge afterwards."

At this time, an elegant and beautiful woman dressed in the white house descended from the sky, and behind her, there were also a group of beautiful women in lavender dresses following behind, looking like fairies descending on the mortal world.

The one who spoke just now was Yan Shuyue, the Ninth Rank Powerhouse of the Ice and Snow Sect, and it was also because of her words that the tense situation was eased.

The ancestor of Luotianmen glanced at Yang Xuan,

"Looking at Yan Sect Leader's face this time, I will let this kid go. If he dares to provoke our Luotianmen next time, even if we start a war with your Sixiang Pavilion, I will kill him on the spot."

After finishing speaking, both Luo Tianmen and Bei Xuanying turned around and walked towards the distance.

Yan Shuyue from Ice and Snow Sect took a look at Yang Xuan and the others also turned and left.

The patriarch of the Four Elephant Pavilion told Shen Fei to leave him with two third rank powerhouses, and then led them away.

Yang Xuan looked at the Luotianmen going far away, with a trace of murderous intent on his indifferent face.

"Don't wait for the next time, I, Yang Xuan, will fight against your Luotianmen this time."