Because Yang Xuan was lying on the ground with his back facing them, the two people who came here did not see Yang Xuan's face clearly.
The sound of footsteps approached. Then, Yang Xuan felt that he was turned over by a hand.
What came into view were two faces, one old and one young.
The young man's eyes were filled with curiosity. After meeting Yang Xuan's gaze, his face showed joy.
"Senior, he's not dead yet. His eyes are still open."
The young man said excitedly. While he was still happy that he could save a life, he did not notice that the old man behind him had a huge change in expression.
After the old man saw Yang Xuan's face clearly, he was first stunned. Then, fear appeared in his eyes. Then, his face was full of fear.
"Bai … Bai …" he cried out involuntarily. His entire body retreated in extreme fear.
The young man did not notice the old man's change. After seeing Yang Xuan's body covered in blood, he said in surprise, "He lost so much blood, but he's still not dead."
As he spoke, his palm was already on Yang Xuan's body. He wanted to protect Yang Xuan's heart with his Neixi.
"Stop … stop!" The old man finally realized that something was wrong. He quickly went forward and grabbed the young man.
"What's wrong, senior?" The young man asked curiously.
The old man did not answer him. His eyes swept over Yang Xuan's face. After a while, his face finally showed an expression of ecstasy.
"Heavens above, my luck has come." He was so excited that he couldn't control himself, and his lips started to turn blue.
The young man did not understand and asked, "Senior, what's wrong?"
The old man reacted and said excitedly, "Liu Zi Ming, our luck has come. Look carefully, who is this?"
The young man, Zi Ming, looked carefully at Yang Xuan's face. Finally, he seemed to remember something. His face was the same as the old man's. He also showed a look of horror.
"Devil … Devil … Bai … Bai Qi?" He cried out involuntarily.
"Yes, it's Bai Qi!" Hong Laosan almost couldn't control his emotions. "He was seriously injured and lost all his cultivation."
Liu Ziming stood there in a daze for a long time. Suddenly, a trace of decisiveness flashed through his eyes. Then, he sent a palm strike toward Yang Xuan.
Hong Laosan directly grabbed Liu Ziming's hand and said angrily, "What are you doing?"
"Senior, please don't stop me. Everyone has the right to kill this kind of devil. What's the point of keeping him alive?"
"You're being silly. If we tie it up and deliver it to the Ninth Prince alive, how much reward can we get? If you kill him, the rewards will be greatly reduced. "Hong Laosan said furiously.
Liu Ziming retorted, "Senior, this Bai Qi is a peerless demon. If we don't kill him now, who knows how many people will suffer if he recovers his cultivation? How can we only consider the matter of rewards?"
After saying that, he didn't care about anything else and slammed his palm down again. However, before his palm could land, he was completely stunned.
Fresh blood gushed out. Liu Ziming lowered his head and looked at the tip of the knife that pierced his chest. Then, he looked at Hong Laosan in confusion.
Hong Laosan's face was ferocious. He pulled out the knife and said hatefully, "Brat, it's better for one person to receive the reward than two people. Not to mention that you want to kill him and cut off my source of income."
Liu Ziming fell down. Until the moment of his death, he didn't seem to understand why this senior who took good care of him wanted to kill him.
Yang Xuan sighed in his heart and dispersed the little bit of Spiritual Qi that he had condensed with great difficulty.
Even if Hong Laosan didn't make a move, Liu Ziming wouldn't be able to kill him.
However, his body was already in a mess. If he forcefully used his Spiritual Qi, it would only worsen his injuries.
Moreover, Liu Ziming was only an Innate Master. However, Hong Laosan had already reached One-Line-Sky. With Yang Xuan's current state, it was already extremely difficult for him to kill Liu Ziming. Facing Hong Laosan would be even more difficult.
Fortunately, Hong Laosan wanted to capture him alive so that he could send him to Shen Yuguan to receive the reward. He could take the opportunity to recover from his injuries.
After Hong Laosan searched Liu Ziming's body, he took out a rope from his arms and tied Yang Xuan tightly. Then, he grabbed him and left.
Yang Xuan simply ignored him and focused on recovering from his injuries.
After about two to four hours, Yang Xuan's heart skipped a beat. Then, his heart sank.
He saw an acquaintance.
Han Zhibei!
He never expected that Hong Laosan would meet Han Zhibei, who had brought along his subordinates, on the way.
At this moment, his injuries had only recovered a little. Not to mention Han Zhibei, even an ordinary Venerable Master would be difficult for him to deal with.
Hong Laosan happily handed Yang Xuan to Han Zhibei. His face was full of joy. In his heart, he was already fantasizing about being rewarded by the Ninth Prince and becoming a superior person.
When Han Zhibei saw Yang Xuan, an extremely stunned expression appeared on his face, followed by disbelief.
Even Yang Xuan was keenly aware of a trace of indignation in his eyes. It seemed that he felt extremely regretful and humiliated that a peerless master like Yang Xuan was captured by a person with a cultivation base of One-Line-Sky.
He waved his subordinates away and calmly looked at Yang Xuan. After a long while, he let out a long sigh and said, "The affairs of the world are hard to predict. The Devil Bai Qi was actually captured alive by a junior from One-Line-Sky. I'm afraid you won't be able to die in peace."
His face was still half that of a baby and half that of an old man. It looked extremely strange.
Yang Xuan looked at him and did not say anything.
Han Zhibei probed a trace of aura. After circling around Yang Xuan's body, he nodded and said, "As expected, your body has suffered such serious injuries. No wonder. Can you tell me who injured you?"
Regarding this point, Han Zhibei was very curious.
"Zhu Yuxie!" Yang Xuan did not hide it. There was nothing to hide.
Han Zhibei's eyes revealed an extremely shocked expression. He said involuntarily, "In other words, you escaped from the hands of the third princess?"
Han Zhibei was very clear about the cultivation base of the third princess, Zhu Yuxie. Although Yang Xuan could kill Zuo Qing Hou and Xiahou Hu, and his cultivation base was extremely high, when compared to Zhu Yuxie, it was simply not enough. Who would have thought that he could escape from Zhu Yuxie's pursuit? If this were to be spread out, no one would believe it.
After the shock, admiration appeared in Han Zhibei's eyes. No matter what his position was, Yang Xuan was an opponent worthy of his respect.
With a light stroke of his finger, the ropes on Yang Xuan's body were cut. Han Zhibei turned his back and said to Hong Laosan, "You, come here!"
Hong Laosan ran over and said, "Master Han!"
"You did well. Being able to capture the devil Bai Qi is a great merit." Han Zhibei said indifferently, looking down at Hong Laosan.
Hong Laosan was full of happiness. To be able to receive the praise of His Highness's important minister, an expert on the Ranking List of Young Masters, he was almost happy to death.
So he died!
He opened his eyes wide and looked at Han Zhibei, who was slowly withdrawing his hand. His eyes were full of disbelief and fear.
He opened his mouth, as if wanting to ask why, but it was too late. Endless darkness surged up and mercilessly drowned him.
Han Zhibei clasped his hands behind his back. He took one last look at Yang Xuan, then turned and left.
"You can go!" He said indifferently.
His tone was flat, and he did not even look at Hong Laosan on the ground.
Yang Xuan was slightly stunned. He almost suspected that he was hallucinating.
He looked at Han Zhibei's back and said strangely, "You're letting me go?"
Han Zhibei did not speak. He only said loudly to his subordinates, "Today, we only found some precious herbs. We did not see anyone else."
"Yes!" His subordinates did not look at Yang Xuan again and answered loudly.
Yang Xuan looked at Han Zhibei. After taking a few steps back, he suddenly asked, "Why?"
Han Zhibei did not look back, nor did he answer Yang Xuan's question. He resolutely turned and left with his subordinates. In the blink of an eye, they disappeared without a trace.
Yang Xuan looked in the direction of Han Zhibei's departure with a complicated expression. No one knew what he was thinking.
After a long while, he slowly sank into the ground and disappeared. Only Hong Laosan's body was left, still dreaming of being a superior.
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