Facing the long sword slashed by the fat old man, Yang Xian rubbed his palm into a knife and slashed forward.

"Buzz!"

The sword intersected with his palms and made a loud buzzing sound. While the sword was shaking, the fat and white old man's body also trembled with the sword, his beard and hair were wide open, and he retreated continuously.

Just as the old man retreated, Yang Xian flashed and came to the old man like a ghost, and slowly slapped his palms forward.

When he slapped his palm, he didn't look very fast, but the fat white and fat old man opposite him showed horror and tried his best to dodge, but he just couldn't dodge.

"Bang!"

The old man stood up in his chest and flew backwards into the Heavenly Demon Palace.

Just before the fat white old man landed, a man in black suddenly appeared and with a vain move, he called the fat white old man who had flown into the air.

The person who suddenly appeared was extremely majestic, with a tall nose, big eyes, messy hair, and tangled muscles. He stood in the Demon Palace like an ancient war god.

He gently put the fat white man on the ground, looked up at Yang Xian, and laughed: "Brother, he is so smart! I don't know what to call him?"

This man has a majestic appearance, but he speaks very elegantly, which is completely opposite to his appearance.

Just as this person was talking, groups of men in black slowly appeared from behind him.

"Second brother!"

Before Yang Xian could speak, Xiao Qingyu suddenly shouted to the man in black: "Second brother, I am Qingyu!"

She moved and was about to run to the man in black, but was stopped by Yang Xian.

Yang Xian looked at Xiao Qingyu with a solemn look on his face, "Qingyu, is this your brother?"

Xiao Qingyu struggled for a moment, "Brother Xian, he is my second brother!"

Yang Xian whispered: "Don't rush to recognize him for now. I think he doesn't seem to know you!"

Xiao Qingyu's eyes burst into tears in anxious eyes, "He is obviously my second brother, why don't he recognize me?"

Yang Xian patted Xiao Qingyu on the shoulder and said softly: "This is what I'm just trying to ask!"

He looked at the man in black opposite and smiled, "Who am I? Didn't your doorman at the foot of the mountain tell you just now?"

The big man in black's eyes slightly retracted and he laughed in silence: "Just just now, the disciples who welcomed guests at the foot of the mountain were cut off in both ears. He only said that someone came to cause trouble, but he did not tell his identity."

He looked at Xiao Qingyu, "What a beautiful girl, why did you call me brother just now? Do I really look like your brother?"

He laughed at this point, "If I, Xiao Tiandong, hadn't already had a sister, I would have really recognized you as my little sister!"

If ordinary people talk about themselves, they usually say "I" instead of "I So-and-so", and there is no such thing as the whole world. However, the man in black in front of them always talks about his name, as if he is afraid that others will not know that he is Xiao Tiandong, which makes people feel extremely uncomfortable.

Just as he laughed, Yang Xian suddenly exhaled and shouted loudly: "Du!"

The entire Heavenly Demon Palace kept shaking under Yang Xian's loud shout. The man in black on the opposite side shook, his long hair suddenly exploded, his hair all over his body stood up, his face changed color, and he couldn't help but retreat backwards.

After this loud shout, Yang Xian had already judged his identity from the breath of the exercises he had just used his qi to resist, "You are not Xiao Tiandong!"

Yang Xian looked at the man in black, "Xiao Tiandong practiced the Sky-Splitting Demon Art, which is violent and has a fire spirit, but what you practice is a feminine mental method, and your skills are not pure, it seems that you were pulled up by taking spiritual medicine!"

The man in black scolded loudly, "It's nonsense! Take him down!"

When he ordered, his body suddenly retreated, and he had disappeared into the palace group after several twists.

"I still want to run?"

Seeing the man in black retreating and disappearing, Yang Xian stretched out his palm forward, and made a stance of grabbing, and then pulled it hard.

"Bang!"

The man in black who had disappeared suddenly retreated and appeared in the palace. He was actually caught by Yang Xian's true energy.

At this time, many men in black in the palace also rushed to Yang Xian with swords.

Yang Xian's expression remained unchanged and whispered to Xiao Qingyu: "Clog your ears!"

Xiao Qingyu didn't understand his intention, but he still obediently covered his ears.

She just covered her ears and her body was shocked.

Yang Xian suddenly stepped into the Heavenly Demon Palace, and then a long roar sounded from his mouth.

The roar was like a thunderclap, like a crack in the earth and collapsed, shaking the entire Demon Hall, as if it was about to fall apart at any time.

Dozens of Demon Sect disciples who rushed over with swords were swept by strong winds and waves, rising one by one from the ground, like leaves falling in the wind, flying into the palace. After landing, they were already unconscious.

The few people who were not unconscious could barely stand up on the ground, but just as they got up, Yang Xian's whistling suddenly rose.

The people on the opposite side were as if they were hit by an invisible giant hammer, and their bodies flew up again and hit the palace walls. Because Yang Xian's roar was too loud, it was like a substantial sound that pressed them all against the walls, and they did not fall.

Because it is in the sealed environment inside the palace, the power of Yang Xian's whistle is far greater than that in the wilderness.

The last time he was shaking tens of thousands of people in the Xuanhuo Sect with a roar in Qingzhou, it was still in the wilderness. Now that he stood up in the Heavenly Demon Palace, the power of the roar increased by 30% out of thin air. Even if this Demon disciple was not as good as the previous Xuanhuo Sect disciple, he still couldn't stand it and was shocked to faint.

Even the "Xiao Tiandong" captured by Yang Xiankong was shocked and his mouth was crooked and he fell softly.

Even though Xiao Qingyu had already covered her ears, she still couldn't stand it at this time. She felt like a small boat in the waves, her body was constantly undulating and fluctuating by the waves. She was dizzy and depressed for a moment.

Just when she felt so uncomfortable that she was about to die, Yang Xian's whistle suddenly stopped.

At this time, there was no one standing in the entire hall except Yang Xian.

Yang Xian stood in the palace and glanced around, sighed softly, and grabbed "Xiao Tiandong" who was lying on the ground, "Brother, who are you..."

A faint shout suddenly sounded from outside the Heavenly Demon Palace, "I wonder which fellow Taoist came to my Heavenly Demon Palace to praise me? Are you bullying me, no one in the Demon Sect?"

When this sentence sounded, it seemed to be still a hundred miles away, but the last word fell in the Heavenly Demon Palace.

Yang Xian was shocked and turned around and looked forward, but saw a thin old man in a black robe appearing behind him at some point.

Seeing Yang Xian looking at him, the old man smiled slightly.

When Yang Xian saw him smiling, somehow, an extremely happy feeling suddenly surged in his heart. It seemed that he had encountered a great thing and wanted to laugh from the bottom of his heart. He couldn't help but raise his lips and smiled.
Chapter completed!