In the center of Dantian, two huge white cyclones, like the sun and moon, rotate slowly with the center of Dantian as a dot.

In an instant, a mysterious feeling surged into my heart.

Yang Xuan seems to feel that there is a wonderful connection between him and the two inexplicable cyclones. It seems that the two are integrated and inseparable from each other. There is an inexplicable energy full of limbs and bones, which makes people feel more comfortable.

Yang Xuan tried to take a step forward.

Most of the trees planted in this forest on the back mountain of the Yang family are pine trees, and most of them are old. The coarsest one is the size of three people, and the thinnest one is the thickness of the mouth of a bowl.

Pines are tough and unyielding. Even if you want to cut them off with an axe, you have to spend a lot of effort.

Yang Xuan suddenly crossed a distance of ten feet. He couldn't avoid it. He slammed into a pine tree with a thin thigh.

What was worse than Yang Xuan's material was that the pine tree with thick and thin thighs cracked.

Needles fall all over the sky.

This?

Yang Xuanmu stared at the dreamy scene in front of him. He subconsciously touched his forehead. He didn't feel anything except a little itchy.

After staying for a long time, Yang Xuan suddenly raised his palm and patted another pine tree beside him.

This time, he "saw" it. With the swing of his palm, an unknown force gushed out of the two cyclones in the Dantian and quickly rushed down his arm to his palm.

"Click!"

The thick and thin pine tree at the mouth of the bowl broke at the sound, and the broken branch flew out in an instant. It slammed into another tree, making a huge sound, and the splashing branches and leaves shot out in all directions.

Yang Xuan was silent. After a long time, he suddenly laughed. His voice was very low, like a neuropathy.

The laughter lasted for a long time. Yang Xuan's eyes slowly shed tears, but he was still laughing. His whole body trembled and it was dark. He was unable to stand and fell to the ground.

A long time, a long time.

……

When Yang Xuan returned to the Hui nationality, it seemed that the servants were talking about the strange things last night.

"Hey, did you feel it last night?"

"Of course, I thought I felt it alone. I didn't expect everyone to."

"Unfortunately, all the 200 golden pheasants I was responsible for looking after died inexplicably. How can I explain?"

"Silence, silence, the four managers are coming!"

For a time, everyone stopped talking.

Yang Jing's face was ugly. She hurried past. When she saw people standing in a pile, a trace of anger flashed on her face and scolded, "what nonsense? What should we do? Who dares to chew the root of his tongue and be served by family law? Go!"

The people broke up in a uproar.

Yang Jing was about to leave, but she suddenly saw Yang Xuan standing aside. She looked unhappy and said in a strange way: "young master Xuan, what are you still doing here? Have you finished your work?"

Yang Xuan looked at him and said, "not yet!" then he walked away.

"You..."

A trace of anger flashed on Yang Jing's face and scolded in her heart: "a waste. I really take myself as a young master. Bah!"

He wanted to humiliate Yang Xuan as usual, but he thought that the patriarch ordered someone to find him, so he had to stop. He just stared at Yang Xuan's back and left in a hurry.

At the same time, the inner assembly hall.

The head of the family, Yang Qingshan, sat on the throne with an ugly complexion, and on the starting position, there were eight elders in the family, one of whom did not pull.

After the unspeakable silence, Yang Qingshan finally couldn't help saying, "you said last night... What happened?"

The eight elders looked at each other and kept silent.

After a long time, Yang Zhennan, the second elder, holding his sparse goatee, shook his head and said, "the great pressure last night came and went quickly. It's like a glimpse. It's impossible to feel. It's really impossible to find out!"

Yang Qingshan's face became more and more ugly, and his eyebrows wrinkled into a big river word.

At this time, other people also talked about it. They just talked about it and couldn't come up with a result.

Yang Qingshan saw that it was really noisy. He patted the armrest of the chair and stood up. He was about to say something, but suddenly a disciple outside the door came in and reported, "patriarch, four managers, please see me!"

Yang Qingshan sat down again, waved and said, "let him in!"

When Yang Jing came in, he didn't have time to salute Yang Qingshan and the elders. Yang Qingshan said impatiently, "Yang Jing is exempt from gifts, and you should report the situation in the family!"

Yang Jing first returned a salute and said, "the head of the Hui nationality and all the elders died inexplicably in the clan last night, including 200 golden pheasants, 500 broilers, more than 100 sheep, and two horses in the stables. In addition, the carp and crucian carp in the fish pond turned over and died countless."

After a pause and observing the faces of the people, Yang Jingcai said carefully: "in addition, last night, all the people in the family felt an inexplicable palpitation, as if... En..." Yang Jing scratched her scalp, which seemed hard to speak.

Yang Qingshan patted the handrail and said angrily, "speak quickly!"

Yang Jing was startled and said obediently, "yes, yes! According to people, is there any monster?"

"Nonsense!" the fourth elder Yang Zhenbei scolded.

"Yes, yes, I have shut them up!" Yang Jing Weiwei said.

"Well, you did a good job! Such a rumor must not be spread again. If you tell me, anyone dares to spread the rumor, stick a hundred!"

Yang Jing could not help shivering when she heard the speech.

"This is going to be a dead man!" I trembled in my heart and thought secretly! At the same time, he dared not neglect and hurriedly said, "yes!"

Yang Qingshan waved and Yang Jing bowed down.

When Yang Jing left, everyone in the conference hall looked ugly, and an inexplicable fear slowly grew and spread in everyone's heart.

For a moment, everyone stopped talking.

For a long time, the elder Yang Zhendong showed his fear and said in a astringent voice, "you guys, there is only one possibility..." when he said this, his voice was inexplicably trembling, but he didn't even notice it.

Yang Qingshan's face was also ugly. Obviously, he also thought of that possibility.

With a trace of fear in his eyes, he slowly swept through the people in the hall. Everyone's face was ugly and there was a look of fear in his eyes. Obviously, they all thought of that possibility.

For a long time, Yang Qingshan and Yang Zhendong looked at each other and spoke at the same time. Their voice was very bitter.

"Congenital!!!"

"Congenital master!"

As soon as he said this, the atmosphere in the hall suddenly became extremely depressed. It seemed that the word congenital had boundless magic. Even if he said it, it could give people a heavy pressure.

The elders, hearing this word, were filled with fear. What's more, their bodies trembled slightly, and their fingers squeezed the armrest of the chair, as if they were about to face a great disaster.