A magnificent and huge momentum suddenly filled Yang Xuan''s body.

    This momentum, like heaven and earth, like the highest will in the world, is irresistible.

    In an instant, Niu Yuan seemed to have an illusion of time stop. He clearly saw the cold corners of Yang Xuan''s mouth. At the moment, Yang Xuan was so strange in his eyes that he couldn''t help but have a great fear from the bottom of his heart.

    Even more clearly, he saw a glittering and translucent palm, gently patting on his chest.

    He also saw that Yang xuanbing''s cold eyes looked at him like a dead man without any feelings.

    What kind of eyes are these?

    Such an idea came into his mind. At the same time, it was the last idea of his life.

    The next moment, the cow flew out involuntarily.

    "Poof!" the blood was flying all over the sky. The blood from Niu Yuan''s mouth spread all over the sky, and his arms burst in mid air and broke into countless blood minced meat.

    "Bang!"

    The cow fell heavily to the ground and didn''t know whether it was alive or dead.

    All the people who saw this scene were stunned. They opened their mouths, straightened their eyes, looked at Yang Xuan, as if they saw something incredible.

    Niu Yuan, with three layers of internal strength, was slapped by Yang Xuan, who was born with a waste body. His blood spilled into the sky. He didn''t know whether he was alive or dead.

    Is this a ghost?

    Chen and Wang stared wide and opened their mouths. Their eyes were distracted for a moment, as if they couldn''t believe what they saw.

    For them, the scene in front of them was as incredible as the collapse of heaven and earth. This huge stimulation made them have auditory hallucinations. Their ears hummed. They couldn''t hear anything for a time. They just looked at Yang Xuan with dull eyes.

    Looking at Yang Xuan''s hand slowly retracted.

    The fingers are slender and crystal like jade, emitting a strange magic.

    This space, suddenly so quiet down, do not smell a sound.

    I don''t know how long later, a watchdog in the distance suddenly barked.

    "Woof!"

    Like a signal, let everyone suddenly regain their senses.

    Yang Xuanchang took a breath and slowly vomited out. At this moment, he had a very comfortable feeling in his heart, relaxed and happy, elated!

    "You... You... Don''t come here!"

    After a long time, Chen and Wang reacted. A huge fear swept through their bodies in an instant, making them rush back, and even fell to the ground in a panic and turned into a rolling gourd.

    Yang Xuan slowly lowered his arm and looked at them with cold eyes.

    However, as if they saw a ghost, they retreated in panic again. Then they screamed, turned around and ran away. They didn''t even care about the uncertain cow, as if some fierce beast was chasing after them.

    Yang Xuan sneered and stopped chasing. He picked up the barrel and walked forward slowly.

    When passing by the cow, he stopped and glanced slightly.

    The cow is already dead and can''t die anymore. The blood under her body has gathered into several pools of blood.

    Somehow, his heart was suddenly filled with an inexplicable pleasure, as if the bloody body on the ground had brought him great enjoyment.

    A smile climbed up the corner of his mouth. He didn''t stop at his feet and continued to walk forward.

    He moved his steps. Some people who had just watched hurriedly made way for Yang Xuan.

    In their eyes, they all have unspeakable fear and a trace of inexplicable and unprecedented respect.

    Yang Xuan clearly felt this change. At the moment, his heart was full of happiness.

    "Ha ha ha -"

    Finally, the joy turned into a long laugh that soared into the sky. The laughter rang from heaven and earth, and the shocked flowers, plants and trees trembled. The people who witnessed all this were terrified.

    In the laughter, Yang Xuan strode forward, an inexplicable momentum emanated from him, as if no one in the world could stop his steps.

    The cow is far from dead! The thug Niu under the fourth manager is far from dead.

    The news spread like wildfire.

    For a time, all the servants who knew the news were secretly talking about it.

    It is not the death of cattle that makes them happy.

    The death of a small ox far away is like the death of an ant to the Yang family like a giant. It is not worth mentioning and can not stir up any waves.

    What they were interested in was the news that made everyone stare and open their mouth. They couldn''t speak for a moment.

    It was the 12th young master who killed Niu Yuan.

    Who is the twelfth young master?

    The 12th young master is Yang Xuan. He is a waste Yang Xuan who is born to be useless and can''t breathe after nine years of cultivation.

    He killed Niu Yuan???

    For a time, everyone doubted their ears and whether they had auditory hallucinations.

    However, the news was true and reliable, and more eyewitnesses said how the 12th young master fought with Niu Yuan for 300 rounds, and then killed the Niu Yuan in one palm.

    Everyone was in an uproar and talked about it one after another.

    "Have you heard that the 12th young master killed Niu Yuan!"

    "Of course I heard. I didn''t expect Yang Xuan to be so powerful!"

    "Shh, keep quiet. You can''t call him by his name in the future unless you don''t want to die. You know, Niu Yuan is the highest cultivation achievement of the third level of internal strength, and he was also... Er, the 12th young master was killed with one blow. You and I can''t resist it with the cultivation achievement of the second level of internal breathing. Keep quiet, keep quiet!"

    "You''re right. From now on, the twelve young masters are afraid to turn over!"

    "Yes, I''ll salute when I see the twelve young masters later. It''s said that this man is cruel and cruel. Niu is far from offending his words. It''s a pity that he ended up like this!"

    "Stop talking. We''d better wait and see what happens!"

    ……

    Yang Jing also got the news at the first time.

    "What?" Yang Jing fiercely stood up and stared, "you said Yang Xuan killed Niu Yuan with one palm?"

    Chen Er couldn''t hide his fear in his eyes and said in a trembling voice: "the fourth manager, Yang Xuan only used one palm, Niu Yuan flew backwards out, and his arms were fried into a mass of broken meat. When Yang Xuan went away, Wang Wu and I came forward to check, Niu Yuan was dead and couldn''t die anymore! Now the body is still in his room!"

    Wang Wu couldn''t help nodding. His face was pale and his eyes were godless. It seemed that he hadn''t recovered from the shock.

    Chen Erwang Wu was just following Niu Yuan''s two people. After they fled, they saw Yang Xuan leave from a distance and dared to come forward to check. At this time, Niu Yuan had been killed for a long time.

    Yang Jing''s face was ugly and kept turning around in the room. He was annoyed at the thought of his bullying to Yang Xuan''s mother and son.

    He was not afraid of Yang Xuan''s strength. With his six-layer cultivation of internal strength, he didn''t have to be afraid of anyone, but Yang Xuan was a direct descendant of the Yang family. He couldn''t practice martial arts in the past, so no one cared. Even if he was bullied, no one came out.

    Now Yang Xuan suddenly has martial arts. Although he won''t let the family pay attention to it, the change of his status is predictable.

    Once Yang Xuan''s status changes and even has a place in the Yang family in the future, he will inevitably think of all kinds of yesterday. At that time, Yang Jing''s life will never be easy.

    This is what Yang Jing is upset and worried about.

    After thinking for a long time, he clenched his teeth, flashed a trace of malice in his eyes, and suddenly made a decision in his heart.

    "Chen Er, you give me an order and tell those servants who saw it not to discuss it. Those who violate the order will be expelled from the Yang family!"

    "Yes!" Chen ER was surprised. He didn''t know why the manager gave such an order.

    "Go and see niuyuan!" Yang Jing said in a deep voice.

    At the same time, Yang Xuan did not know the waves he had caused. These days, he just carried water and cut firewood as usual.

    But his heart was never calm.

    After realizing the great power of mysterious power, he suddenly realized that he seemed to have found a different way.

    This road is mysterious and rugged, but it seems to lead to the peak.

    The inexplicable change of the cyclone from one to two also made him realize that the cyclone inexplicably entering the body is not invariable, but can continue to become stronger.

    Just, how, well, cultivation - let''s call it Cultivation - can make the cyclone continue to change.

    Yang Xuan had a conjecture in his mind: since cyclones can change from one to two, can they also increase to three, four, or even more? Two cyclones have the power of no less than five layers of internal strength. How about many cyclones?

    As soon as the idea came out, his heart pounded and his breathing became rapid for a moment.

    Just, how to practice? This became the biggest problem in front of him, a problem that urgently needed him to solve, which left him helpless for a time.

    In addition, although he hit it with great power, he always has a mysterious feeling that this mysterious power should have its own use method, a special method that can give full play to his great power.

    It seems that there is always a voice shouting constantly, asking him to keep looking for and find this method that may never appear.

    This method is different from martial arts and any existing skill in the world.

    It is a brand-new road and a brand-new road. No one has ever walked through it. Yang Xuan needs to explore it by himself, but it completely belongs to his own road.

    Yang Xuan had a mysterious feeling. He felt as if he was standing at the foot of an incomparably magnificent and tall mountain. When he climbed to the top of the mountain, it was when he looked down on the common people.

    These days, he was thinking all the time. He always felt that there was a treasure in front of him, a treasure so huge that it could make him rich overnight. Now, he lingered outside the door.

    Power, only power, is the eternal truth.

    Only strength can keep him from being bullied.

    Only strength can make him trample others under his feet.

    At this moment, he was more determined than ever.