Transmigrated Son-in-law

Yang Xuan took out his Absolute God Dagger. His body trembled as a strong killing intent filled the air.    

When the middle-aged man felt this, his expression slightly changed and he released his own killing intent. However, compared to Yang Xuan's killing intent, it was nothing.    

"Just how many people did this person kill to produce such a strong killing intent?" The Yankee's heart trembled. Even he did not have such a strong killing intent.    

The young man was completely stupefied. He was infected by the murderous aura, and his body was no longer under his control.    

Mei Niang didn't feel anything when she got there. She had seen it before. Another thing that made her curious was that Yang Xuan's killing intent had very little effect on her, almost nothing.    

While the killing intent permeated the air, Yang Xuan suddenly moved. His Absolute Emperor Dagger shone with a cold light. The moment it approached the middle-aged man, it suddenly stabbed out and flew straight towards his neck.    

The middle-aged man was momentarily affected by this killing intent and quickly reacted. He raised the treasured sword in his hand and blocked Yang Xuan's attack.    

Yang Xuan knew his advantage, so he didn't fight him head on. He dodged to the other side and attacked again.    

Although the middle-aged man's attack power was very strong, his speed was relatively slow and it was hard to keep up with Yang Xuan's tempo.    

Yang Xuan's attack power was weaker, so he didn't dare to fight him head on. He could only fight him through running around. Both of them understood their advantage and continued to fight in the air.    

Although their voices weren't as loud as before, their attack power was much stronger than before. The slightest carelessness could lead to failure.    

Yang Xuan was also more cautious and did not suddenly attack.    

"Both of them know what their strengths are, and they can also use their strengths to attack. They were both geniuses that were hard to come by, but in terms of age, these little brats had fallen far too far. In another ten years, Little Rascal will not be a match for him at all. " The Yankee said this and closed his eyes.    

"Old man, I let you win again. I've never been able to beat you before, and now your disciple is also no match for you. I'm so ashamed." He had thought that by finding a disciple earlier, he would be able to suppress his disciple, but in the end, he failed.    

Yang Xuan did not want to drag this on any longer. He wanted to finish the battle as soon as possible. Therefore, he took a risky move. As he stabbed out with the dagger, one of his legs flew out, heading straight for the enemy's head.    

The middle-aged man's expression changed slightly. He knew clearly in his heart that Yang Xuan's attack was only real, and the other one was fake.    

Seeing that the attacks were getting closer and closer, he started to panic. He shouted loudly and swung his sword towards Yang Xuan's dagger. In his opinion, the dagger attack was the real thing.    

At the same time, he used his other arm to block the direction of the leg attack.    

When the attack landed, the middle-aged man was stunned. The immense pressure on his arm told him that the dagger's attack was fake and the leg's attack was real.    

No matter how strong his arms were, they were not a match for his legs. As a result, he was sent crashing to the ground, his chest trembling slightly. This action had caused a bit of his internal injury, but it hadn't been a major one.    

Just as the middle-aged man was about to continue attacking, he was stopped by the Yankees, "Step down. A loss is a loss. There's no reason for you not to admit it."    

The middle-aged man nodded as he understood the logic behind it. He turned around and returned to the place where he had been meditating and began to heal his wounds.    

"His name is Tie Zhu, because of his strong body. It's good enough that you could injure him with one kick. From this point of view, your strength is above his. " The Yankee continued.    

Yang Xuan nodded without any complacent expression. On the contrary, he felt that it was a bit strange. In the past, he didn't have such a strong attack power; could it be that he had become stronger? He didn't know why.    

"Senior, you are flattering me. It was only a coincidence that I defeated him. It is not that I am strong." Yang Xuan laughed.    

The Yankee smiled. He had experienced many battles, so he naturally knew that coincidences were a part of strength. Regardless of the reason, a loss was a loss.    

"Alright, don't be modest. I'll go back and tell you Hsing Ming. I already know what happened. Since you, Hsing Ming, are the one who asked you to come, Lying Dragon will definitely participate in this battle. After saying that, the Yankee waved his hand, signaling Yang Xuan to leave. He didn't even give him the chance to ask.    

When they were on the next mountain, thinking about Hsing Ming's physical condition, they immediately understood something. It seemed that the Yankees were still quite concerned about Hsing Ming.    

Afterwards, the two of them left the place and returned to Beiming Family.    

After going back, Yang Xuan heard a piece of good news. Their plan succeeded, their Ximenn Family kidnapped their things, and they even got Zhang Hao to take down evidence that they could not refute. At that time, the Beiming Family would have a legitimate reason to attack the Ximenn Family, and would be able to fool the eyes of the mop family.    

"What should we do next?" Beiming Hui asked.    

"It's simple, attack first. Bring Zhang Hao, Great Elder, and Second Elder with you. Through the chance to talk, take them to the place where the elders live. If you do not agree, kill them immediately." Yang Xuan did not want to drag it on any longer. If it was too long, there would be accidents.    

When Beiming Hui heard this, he was slightly surprised, but he still nodded, "I understand. I will try my best to persuade them. If they don't agree, then we can only do so."    

Yang Xuan had originally planned to go personally, but he found that Beiming Family was rather empty here, so he couldn't not have people. If he himself also left, it would be very easy for the Beiming Family group to be thrown into chaos since they had no leader, so he stayed behind.    

On the second day, Beiming Hui brought everyone to set off for Ximenn Family. At the same time, the Dongfang family was also fighting with the Nangong Family, causing all kinds of conflicts and battles to escalate.    

This time, he was the one at ease. He didn't participate in the battle between the two sides. He and Mei Niang were staying at the Beiming family to enjoy the happy and relaxed time.    

Just then, a guard from Beiming Family arrived in front of Yang Xuan and respectfully said, "Mister, there is a young lady looking for you outside. She looks young, but there is a somber look on her face."    

When Yang Xuan heard this, he was shocked. Who was she? Was she his enemy?    

Mei Niang, who was standing to the side, had a drastic change in expression. She reached to his waist, grabbed a soft ball of flesh and twisted it. Yang Xuan's expression changed greatly as he looked at Mei Niang, "What are you doing?" "It hurts like hell."    

Mei Niang didn't say anything and just turned her head away.    

When the guard saw this scene, he wanted to leave as soon as possible, so he said, "Sir, it's better if we don't meet."    

Yang Xuan thought for a moment and nodded, "See, of course we'll meet. Why not?"    

Just as he finished this sentence, a wave of pain came from his waist. Yang Xuan immediately grabbed her hand and said with a smile, "There must be something that she wants to see me about, we can't not see each other."    

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