Yang Qingxuan said, "Since he can deal with the others, he will naturally think of a way to deal with you. If you were eliminated in the battle of the top thousand, this Yan Jiang probably wouldn't have appeared here. "
Fatty Pan said in a low voice, "This Yan Jiang and I are irreconcilable!"
Yan Jiang's lips curled into a cold smile. More than ten beautiful maids entered in a single file, each of them dragging a jade tray with dozens of jade slips on it, all of the same color.
Everyone received a jade slip.
Fatty Pan swept his Divine Sense into it, and his eyes burned with anger. There were a total of seventeen maps inside, exactly the same as his. "I don't know which mole leaked it, but if I find out, he will definitely pay a heavy price!"
Yang Qingxuan said, "Let's go, the meaning of this trade fair should be that Yan Jiang spread the map, reducing your chances of passing. If that's all, then it's fine, but I'm afraid he has some other tricks up his sleeve. But time is of the essence, we can only deal with them as they come. "
Fatty Pan said, "Boss, this is a private matter between me and Yan Jiang, we can't delay you from passing."
Yang Qingxuan suddenly smiled, and said, "Passing is no pressure for me, it's just dealing with Yan Jiang, a piece of cake. In the Ancient Battlefield of Green Hill, I'll send him to see the King of Hell, and everything will be over. "
Fatty Pan said in shock, "No! If you kill Yan Jiang, Yan Han will definitely find out, and then there will be a situation where he won't rest until he's dead. Even if it's the ends of the earth, the universe, Yan Han will send people to kill you. "
Yang Qingxuan laughed lightly, and said, "You're thinking too much. I even dare to kill people from the top twenty four families, let alone him, a mere Winter Lord's son. Moreover, after killing Yan Jiang, you will succeed the position of Autumn Lord, and be able to contend with Yan Han in the trade fair. At that time, you can help me eradicate Yan Han from the roots. "
After Fatty Pan recovered from his momentary daze, his eyes lit up. He gritted his teeth and said, "Don't worry, Boss. If I can become Master Qiu, then the Yan Clan will die without a burial ground!"
Yang Qingxuan nodded and said, "Let's go. This trade fair can no longer pique my interest. In this last month, I will wholeheartedly go into seclusion and strive to advance my new cultivation method to the next level."
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When Yang Qingxuan returned to the City Lord's Mansion, Bie Tianchi had already ordered Qiu Ming to wait for him. Hua Xin had also sent a housekeeper over, hoping to thank Yang Qingxuan. There were also housekeepers from some large sects who wanted to see this green-toothed ghost-masked man.
However, Yang Qingxuan declined all of them and directly entered seclusion in a secret chamber.
His mastery of the "Nine Thousand Wind Magnificence Technique" was still not good enough, and the "Genesis Fire Amplification Technique" and "Cleansing Bone Forging Technique" had only just begun.
These three cultivation techniques were already the best choices as substitutes for the "Qingyang Martial Scripture". Yang Qingxuan did not know when he would be able to find the second half of the martial scripture, so he did not dare to slack off on these three cultivation methods and worked hard to cultivate them.
Fortunately, the "Nine Thousand Wind Magnificence Technique" and the "Desolate Heaven Emptiness Technique" were extremely similar. The two cultivation methods constantly corroborated each other, and even complemented each other, so his cultivation speed was extremely fast.
"Once the" Nine Thousand Wind Magnificence Technique "is used with the Desolate Body, I can fuse the strengths of the two, combining the Desolate Qi and the wind element together to create a new move."
After the incident with the Insect Queen, Yang Qingxuan once again realized that strength was everything. Everything else was illusory. Other than constantly increasing his own strength, there was no other path to take.
The "Genesis Fire Amplification Technique" and the "Cleansing Bone Forging Technique" also had similarities. They were both fire controlling techniques, so they could complement each other.
On the path of martial arts, Yang Qingxuan could already crush countless geniuses, but he was still far from the peak.
Yang Qingxuan focused his mind and began to cultivate in silence.
A month quickly passed.
On this day, the jade pendant suddenly had a reaction. Yang Qingxuan took it out and saw a line of information on it: The passage to the Qingqiu Ancient Battlefield has been opened. All participants are to gather immediately. Spatial coordinates: 46, 527.
Below were rows of fine words. They were all the rules of the competition:
1. The goal of the competition is to kill evil spirits and obtain Soul Stones.
2. Participants are not allowed to kill in the competition.
3. Everyone will be assigned a Soul-Devouring Golden Demon to accumulate points and monitor.
4. Once the Soul-Devouring Golden Demon has swallowed a hundred mid-grade Soul Stones, it will turn into a pure gold color and the participant will win.
5. The first hundred participants to win will enter the top hundred.
"Soul-Devouring Golden Demon? What is that? "
Yang Qingxuan was puzzled. He kept the jade pendant and changed his clothes to leave seclusion.
Pushing open the huge stone door of the secret chamber, a wave of energy rippled out. Outside the secret chamber, Fatty Pan was fighting with a woman.
The woman's cultivation base was not bad. She was also a Grand celestial lower level. However, in terms of skills and combat, she was clearly weaker than Fatty Pan. No matter how hard she tried, she could not break through Fatty Pan's defense.
Yang Qingxuan recognized this woman. It was Bie Lianyun.
"Boss, you're out!"
Fatty Pan heard the sound of the stone door and turned around in surprise.
However, Bie Lianyun took advantage of this and scolded, "Die, damn fatty!"
A short sword, shining with a cold light, pierced through the air and slashed towards Fatty Pan's head.
Fatty Pan's face drained of color. He felt a chill on his neck and his body shivered.
Yang Qingxuan took a step forward and teleported to Fatty Pan's side. He tapped lightly on the back of the short sword with two fingers, causing a cold light to shine.
Bie Lianyun's arm sank, and the short sword flew out of her hand.
The moment Bie Lianyun saw Yang Qingxuan, she could not hold back her tears and shouted, "You're bullying me too! Aunt Meng, help me kill him!"
She was already feeling extremely wronged. When she heard that Bie Tianchi was going to force her to marry Yang Qingxuan, she was furious. Thinking about how this man was wearing a ghost mask every day, she thought that he must be extremely ugly. The more she thought about it, the more wronged she felt. Hence, she ran over to find trouble with Yang Qingxuan. However, she was blocked by Fatty Pan. The two of them had been fighting outside the secret chamber for an entire day and night.
A cold snort came from the void, "Kid, even though you're one of the strongest in this year's Martial Competition, the young mistress is from a prestigious family. She's extremely talented. Marrying her to you isn't out of her league. Yet, you're helping an outsider to bully the young mistress. If she were to marry you in the future, what would happen? "
Yang Qingxuan frowned. He felt that it was incomparably absurd. He hadn't agreed yet, so why did these people treat it as if it was already decided?
Just as he was about to explain, he felt a chill pressing down. The space in front of him flashed and a beautiful woman in purple appeared. She was about forty or fifty years old. With a light scolding, she slapped her palms over, "Today, I'll give you a little punishment first. I'll let you know that the young mistress's family is not easy to bully!"
Yang Qingxuan's head was full of black lines. It was getting more and more ridiculous, but he did not dare to be careless. This beautiful woman was also a Dao Realm expert, and was also at the early stage of Void Fa.
"You've all misunderstood. I don't want to marry Miss Lianyun. Everything is out of thin air."
Yang Qingxuan shouted loudly, and at the same time, he slapped out with his palm.
For a month, he had been immersed in the study of the "Nine Thousand Wind Magnificence Technique" and the "Desolate Heaven Art of Emptiness". Unknowingly, he had combined the two forces. A fierce cold wind blew out, bringing with it an endless sense of desolation, filling the entire world.
The bleak and austere palm wind was like a flood of autumn, vast and mighty. Everywhere it passed, the world was boundless, and everything withered.
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