Chapter 1317

"How is this... Possible?" Zhancang Haydn jumped up, pointed to Yang Xuan and said to zhankuang, "it's impossible, senior, don't listen to him."

Zhan Kuang didn't speak, but stared at Yang Xuan tightly, but his meaning was obvious and asked Yang Xuan to explain.

Yang Xuan didn't mean to be afraid at all. He said calmly: "my father Yang Wuqi, whose real name is Zhan Wuqi, is the brother of today's Zhan family owner." As he spoke, he also took a look at zhancanghai. As expected, zhancanghai's pupil suddenly narrowed and his face was full of shock.

Zhan Canghai raised his finger and pointed to Yang Xuan. He said with a face of disbelief: "how is it possible, impossible, it can't be him."

"What's impossible?" Yang Xuan said and looked at Zhan Kuang again: "senior, although I'm reluctant to admit it, I do have the blood of the same ancestor with him. As for whether what I said is true or not, I'm standing here now. Senior must have a way to verify the truth."

Zhan Canghai looked at Zhan Kuang nervously, but he didn't dare to speak. Although after hearing Yang Xuan's words, the first reaction in his mind was impossible. However, seeing that Yang Xuan's words were so precise, and he also said the name of Zhan Wuqi, his confidence began to shake.

Zhan Kuang glanced at Yang Xuan, and the war spirit spread out, enveloping Yang Xuan. However, the war intention was different from that of Yang Xuan's resistance before. This war intention was like a stone mill, squeezing out everything in Yang Xuan's body.

Yang Xuan only felt his body hot. The Phoenix Sky fire burst out from the flesh and blood, burning him into a living man. Then, pieces of dragon scales grew on his body, and two drum bags grew on his forehead. Yang Xuan only felt that everything in his body was shaken clean by Zhan crazy.

Until the end, a strange force came out from the depths of Yang Xuan's bones, which made Yang Xuan emit a burst of violent murderous spirit.

One vision after another appeared on Yang Xuan. Not only Zhan Canghai on one side, but also a touch of surprise in Lian Zhan's crazy eyes. Finally, in the deepest part of Yang Xuan's flesh and blood, something was opened. The same sense of war as the war maniac was mixed with the sense of killing, which gushed out of Yang Xuan's body.

"Blood sacrifice? Who the hell are you?" Zhan Kuang looked at Yang Xuan and his eyes looked a little erratic.

Yang Xuan looked at Zhan Kuang strangely and asked, "blood sacrifice? What's that?"

"Why did Roga's blood sacrifice appear on you?" Zhan Kuang asked again curiously, but then he said a sentence that completely cooled Zhan Canghai's heart: "but you didn't lie to me. There is indeed Zhan's blood in the depths of your body. Just because there are too many top energies in your body, this blood was finally suppressed."

Zhan Kuang muttered to himself, "in that case, who should I pass on to? Both are my descendants. It's really difficult."

"Hey, I said old crazy, after all these years, why are you still a big man besides fighting?" A familiar voice sounded in the temple of the God of war, which made everyone present stare.

Especially Zhan Canghai, he looked at Yang Xuan in horror, just like seeing a monster, because the sound just sounded was clearly Yang Xuan's voice.

But the battle maniac's expression was suddenly changed and seemed to be a little excited: "Roga? Roga, is it you, you smelly boy, get out of here."

"I'm right here. What are you shouting?" The voice came from behind Zhan Kuang. Zhan Kuang looked around and found that on his seat just now, there was a man wearing a black suit and red hair looking at him with a smile on his face.

Zhan Kuang's body trembled obviously, and his voice became excited: "smelly boy, you're here. I've been here for so many years, and you haven't come to see me once. Is it because your descendant came here today that you think of me?"

"Alas, old maniac, you can eat at random and don't talk nonsense." Roga quickly raised his hand to stop Zhan Kuang from talking, and then explained, "you think I don't want to see you these years? But you also know my relationship with the bastard of emperor Shitian. Do you think I can come here?"

"Then how did you come here now?" Zhan Kuang's eyes were like eating people. He stared at Roga fiercely and said.

Roga scratched his head, opened his mouth, and suddenly looked up at Yang Xuan and said, "come on, young man, tell this silly big man what's going on."

"Ah?" When Yang Xuan was said by Zhan Kuang, he was stunned and asked with a confused face: "say... Say what?"

Zhan Canghai looked at the suddenly appeared Roga and suddenly felt that he was going crazy. This sudden person, as like as two peas of red hair and Yang Xuan, is alike in voice and appearance, no matter what their relationship is, but it must be very intimate. Yang Xuan is a very close friend. And looking at Roga's mouth and the appearance of a simple big man against the war maniac, he felt that he couldn't get this inheritance.

"Tell her about our relationship." Roga said, turning her face aside, looking reluctant. Yang Xuan understood what Roga meant at that time, glanced at the war maniac and said hesitantly, "that... I... I am actually the reincarnation of Roga's predecessor."

After hearing the news, Zhan Kuang's expression first changed from shock to inconceivable, then strange, and finally burst into laughter.

His laughter was like rolling thunder, which made Yang Xuan feel that his ears were going to be deaf. The whole hall was shaking under his laughter. Roga sat on the huge stone chair, his face filled with indignation.

After a while, Zhan Kuang calmed down, pointed to Roga and said gloating, "unexpectedly, Roga, you have today. Hahaha, after so many years, I thought I was miserable enough, but I didn't expect you to reincarnate and become my descendant. Come on, call me Grandpa."

"Get out." Roga opened it and the war maniac wanted to touch his hand. He couldn't refute it. He had to wait for Yang Xuan. It seemed that he was blaming Yang Xuan for not reincarnating.

Yang Xuan was helpless. This kind of thing was not what he could decide.

Seeing that Zhan Kuang was still laughing, Roga coughed and said, "old maniac, my reincarnation is a little contradictory with the great young man of your offspring, and it's the one who never dies. But I came to you to give you a suggestion. Whether you answer or not depends on yourself."