Heavenly God Mnemonic

As soon as the "Zi Yuan" ran out of Yang Qingxuan's attack range, he felt extremely dangerous. The oncoming sword was both long and short, fast and slow, and completely opposite effects appeared at the same time, making "Zi Yuan" full. His face was shocked, and he didn't even know how to hide.

With the fall of the opposite sword force, the person who shot also appeared in front of "Zi Yuan" instantly, with the exact same face as him, but with a cold and murderous face.

The "Zi Yuan" gritted his teeth forcibly, and a thick-backed sword appeared in his hand. The cold light on it and the sharp blade blocked it.

"boom!"

The sword gas exploded directly, turning into countless fierce storms, and cutting it all around, "Zi Yuan" also broke through countless sword wounds.

Although he barely held the sword, yet another sword approached behind him, that powerful sword aura seemed to envelope the world, and it was inevitable.

"Boom!"

A sword stabbed directly through his shoulder blades.

The "Zi Yuan" spouted a mouthful of blood, and hurriedly flew back under the horror, sealing several major points on his body.

After Yang Qingxuan's sword, another palm came, bringing a fierce flame, and pressing down violently.

The "Zi Yuan" stared at the front in a panic, gritted his teeth, turned his hands into palms, and pushed back.

"Boom!"

The flame was like a wave, directly engulfing his body. The frenzied force exploded, and an embarrassed figure flew upside down and fell straight down.

"Don't, don't kill me! Just don't kill me, you can say anything!"

"Zi Yuan" was blasted to the ground, covered in blood, looked at the two with horror, and pleaded.

Yang Qingxuan stared at him coldly, and said coldly: "Will you not change your face for me? Do you want me to pump you with my shoes?!"

Only then did "Zi Yuan" react, with a flash of soul on his body, a touch of his hand on his face, and immediately turned into a white-faced man, with a face full of fear, looking at the two men blankly, looking very pitiful.

"Slap! Slap!—"

Yang Qingxuan took off his shoes, went up and slapped him more than a dozen times, slapped him on both sides of his face, and his skin was ripped apart. Then he relieved his anger and cursed, "Dare to pretend to be Ziyuan, I'm cramped!"

The man's face was red and swollen, and his face was full of blood. He was lying on the ground with eyes full of resentment and grievance. The sausage-like mouth closed and closed, and he whimpered, "Didn't you say that you won't smoke me when you come back?"

Yang Qingxuan didn't hurriedly put on the shoes, and then sneered: "Let you change back, so that you can continue to smoke, otherwise, with a face of Zi Yuan, how can I start to smoke."

Zi Yuan couldn't help but laughed out with a "pouch", and Yang Qingxuan gave Yang Qingxuan a grimace, but she was indescribably happy.

Yang Qingxuan looked back at her and smiled softly: "Why are you back again?"

"I won't tell you."

Zi Yuan snorted softly, her expression was rather unnatural, and she thought about it for a moment before she said: "By the way, it is said that there will be a small market in three months. Don't you plan to go shopping?"

In fact, she didn't go far, just stopped not far away, and suddenly noticed a tremor in the distant space, and when she saw Yang Qingxuan's figure was erased, she hurried over.

"Small Fang Market?" Yang Qingxuan calculated the time, nodded and said, "Indeed, the once-a-year Xutian City auction is coming soon, and there will be a seven-day Xiaofang City."

In Xutian City, in order to ensure the interests of the major chambers of commerce, it is forbidden to openly trade among warriors. Only the annual large-scale auction will be an exception for the seven-day Xiaofang City, allowing all warriors to conduct free and open transactions.

So those seven days will be the most lively time in Xutian City. All warriors who lack money or can't bear to be slaughtered will choose to trade in these seven days, and a lot of good and cheap things will emerge.

Yang Qingxuan hesitated, because the three-month period is not long or short, and it is very likely to be in deep retreat. He has no shortage of spirit stones now, he just wants to rush into the ground quickly, and then leave the Xutian ancient battlefield, so he is not very interested in Nafang City and the auction.

Zi Yuan lowered her head and said softly, "I just pick it up at will. If you don't want it, forget it."

Yang Qingxuan felt soft and couldn't bear to refuse anymore, and immediately agreed: "Okay, in three months, we will go shopping together and participate in the auction together."

Ziyuan hurriedly said: "Don't do it anymore, please practice with peace of mind, everything is based on cultivation, don't delay, we agreed to work hard together."

Yang Qingxuan gently scraped the tip of her nose and smiled and said, "It's only a few days. What's the delay? Besides, if you can't come out of retreat all day, you will suffer from autism. Come out for relaxation, work and rest. Progress faster."

Seeing what he said was funny, Ziyuan couldn't help but smile, even if it was the man at the moment, she was endlessly charming and moving.

The other man was lying on the ground and saw two men, you and me. He was frightened and got goosebumps all over his body. He struggled to get up from the ground and said with all his kindness: "Two big brothers, nothing is wrong with me. Come on, I'll leave if I'm fine."

"Snapped!"

Yang Qingxuan slapped him on the ground with a slap, face down directly, his original fleshy face was no longer human, and the man screamed like a pig in pain.

Yang Qingxuan converged to Zi Yuan's gentleness, walked over with stern anger, stomped on his head, and said coldly: "It seems you are really mentally retarded, you are really stupid, you fucking- All of you are going to kill me, and I actually think that it’s okay and I can go. I’ll take this IQ!"

As he said, he stomped a few feet severely, and the painful person had a snot and tears.

"Don't, don't, don't hit me, oooooo..."

The man cried bitterly and pleaded loudly, looking really pitiful, but his plump face made him look more disgusting.

Yang Qingxuan stepped on a few feet, then took his feet away, and said coldly, "Say!"

The man was stunned for a moment, and then asked: "Say? Say what?"

Yang Qingxuan said, "Say whatever you want, but if you say something that I don't like to hear, I will slap your face with the sole of your shoe and slap it until you die."

The man was trembling with fright, crying "uuuuu" in his mouth, vague.

Zi Yuan thought for a while, her eyes brightened, and she admired Yang Qingxuan even more. This kind of interrogation method does not ask anything, let the other party speak for themselves, directly break the shackles of one question and one answer, so that the other party has no bottom, and can only tell the useful and useless things.

Yang Qingxuan said coldly: "Come on, give you half a stick of incense, if I am satisfied with what I can't say, I don't have to say it any more, I just slap you to death."

"Tell me, I said I said, don't slap me again, and slap it again, oooooooo." The man was so scared that he cried, and his heart broke directly.