The Legend of Honghuang Erlang

The wedding is imminent, and Yang Jian is most worried about the two problems, one is that the little Nezha will come to the East China Sea to make trouble, and the other is the confrontation between the Jujiao and the Chan Church in the East China Sea.

If the former happens, it is likely that the killing of the third prince of Donghai Dragon Palace by the little Nezha was staged ahead of time. The Dragon Clan will definitely not let Nezha go easily in front of so many guests.

But after thinking about it, Nezha sent Ao Bing to the list of gods. It is very likely that the real Taiyi and his brother-in-law Ao Guang had discussed before, and it should not happen at this time.

As for the latter, Yang Jian really didn't want to see it.

The three Qings have the same root, and the three teachings are based on one family; when the gods are enshrined in battle, all things decline in Taoism.

Thinking in this way, Yang Jian has already rushed to the surface of the sea. Looking up, there are two figures fighting in the sky. On the clouds not far away, hundreds of auras rise to the sky.

Among those people, Yang Jian only knew Zhao Gongming.

Cut off to teach the fairy!

Moreover, there are only these masters who intercept teaching, and none of the masters who explain teaching have been seen.

Fighting, are you referring to those two figures? Yang Jian couldn't help but heaved a sigh of relief, slowly rose into the air, bowed to Zhao Gongming and others in the distance, and saluted as a junior.

Although the relationship between Jiejiao and Chanjiao became more and more tense, and there was a tendency of confrontation, but today the immortal Jiejiao came here to celebrate Yang Jian's wedding, that is the face that the uncles and uncles gave to the nephew.

The more respectful Yang Jian is, the more he can show his demeanor of teaching. If he is negligent, he will be laughed at by the monks of the Three Realms.

Zhao Gongming, the God of Wealth from now on, laughed and bowed to Yang Jian without saying a word.

Yang Jian looked intently at the two fighting men, frowned slightly, and stared at one of the figures carefully.

Yaozu woman?

This woman's complexion is slightly heavier, not as fair as that of the prehistoric female fairy, but it does not affect her beauty in the slightest; she has long light green hair draped over her shoulders, and holds a long sword in her hand.

There is a man in the distance behind the woman, who also has a snake tail, his face is indifferent, and he looks on coldly, as if he doesn't care about the immortals of Jiejiao.

Before Yang Jian could speak, Zhao Gongming's voice reached his ears...

"Yo, why did the bridegroom officer run out?"

Yang Jian smiled wryly, he was not worried that the Taoist sect would start fighting.

Zhao Gongming's voice echoed in his ears, "Let's go back first, this place is fine, it's just two inherited clans who don't know the heights of the heavens and the depths of the earth. They think that a saint in their clan can run wild in the prehistoric wilderness. They really owe me a beating."

It really is the Nuwa family.

This is the first time Yang Jian has heard of the title of "innate survivors". After hearing Zhao Gongming's words, he also has the intention to retreat.

He took a few more glances at the strong man who was fighting with the bereaved woman, and saw that this man was over ten feet tall, with a blue face and long fangs, both internally and externally.

The name of this immortal is Yu Hua, and he is a disciple of the Jiejiao for three generations.

Yu Hua was called here by his master, but he was actually looking for an opportunity to compete with Yang Jian.

Before Yang Jian fought against the Four Sages of Nine Dragons Island, the Four Sages of Nine Dragons Island returned home in defeat, and he was severely embarrassed.

Being members of the same three generations of Taoism, Yu Hua and other disciples were naturally dissatisfied, and they were all suffocated in their hearts.

But if you don't accept Yang Jian, you don't accept Yang Jian. Yu Hua and Yang Jian are both Taoist disciples. When they see someone coming to the East China Sea to make trouble, they can't help but stop them.

These two ancient survivors came to the Dragon Palace to fight and wounded the thousands of shrimp soldiers and crab generals who were playing and singing outside the East China Sea. They were so arrogant that they completely ignored the Dragon Clan.

If this woman is really of the same family as the Nuwa saint, what's more, she may be the son and nephew of the Nuwa saint, with the saint behind her back, such arrogance is not incomprehensible.

But no matter what this person's identity is, it's really inappropriate for him, the bridegroom officer, to rush out first because it's just two cultivators of the Great Luo Realm fighting.

I also blame the Guixian who went to report, panting for breath...

"Uncle," several dragon sons arrived, Ao Jia stepped forward and said, "I'm here, Uncle, let's go back first."

"Alright," Yang Jian nodded, bowed to the Jiejiao immortals, and shouted, "Masters and uncles, please take your seat in the Crystal Palace!"

Taking advantage of the opportunity, it is not embarrassing to invite these Jiejiaxians into the Dragon Palace.

Zhao Gongming smiled and said: "Nephew, let's go first, there are still a few brothers and sisters who have not arrived, let's wait."

"Hahaha," a chubby middle-aged Taoist priest shouted, "Nephew Yang Jian, you must prepare enough good wine and good food. Our family has a big appetite!"

Although Yang Jian didn't know who this person was, he carefully found that he was still standing half a body in front of Zhao Gongming, so he guessed it should be the famous Taoist Duobao.

"Master was joking," Yang Jian cupped his hands, "I'm going to find my brother-in-law and ask him to bring out the best wine and prepare it for all the teachers to drink!"

Most of the Jiejiao immortals had smiles on their faces, and they all had a good impression of Yang Jian; especially those Jiejiao immortals who had seen Yang Jian fighting in the heaven with their own eyes felt close to Yang Jian.

Good popularity is also a rare skill in the wild.

Just as Yang Jian was about to return to the Dragon Palace, he saw a streak of light flying towards him with a murderous aura.

Zhao Gongming was about to take action to teach the attacker a lesson, but the chubby Taoist in front of him held his arm; the fat Taoist shook his head slightly, with a smile on his mouth, watching the situation below.

Yang Jian's smile was restrained, his face was cold, he didn't take the weapon, he didn't move his figure, he just raised his hand and grabbed a sharp arrow in his hand, and threw it at his feet casually.

Looking at the angle from which the sharp arrow came, it was the man with a snake's tail standing in the distance, holding a longbow, and sneered at Yang Jian.

When the male snake spirit spoke, it seemed that the corners of his mouth were twitchy, his words were abrupt, and his tone was a little strange.

"You are Yang Jian?"

"Hmph," Yang Jian snorted coldly, and was about to enter the sea with a flick of his sleeves.

He got married today, which already gave enough face to the other party and Nuwa Saint; if it was normal, the three-pointed and two-edged spear would have already been unsheathed.

The woman who was fighting with Yu Hua retreated and stood with the snake-tailed man holding a longbow, looking at Yang Jian with all four eyes.

Standing in the air, Yu Hua didn't pant for a long time, and his face didn't change, he cupped his hands to Yang Jian, turned around and flew back to the Jiejiaoxian camp, standing in the back position, he couldn't see where he was at a glance.

However, Ao Jia, the eldest prince of the Dragon Palace, stood up, exuding dragon power all over his body, pointed at the two survivors in the distance, and opened his mouth to curse:

"We are both a prosperous clan in ancient times, why don't we know etiquette today!"

This eldest prince is also very violent; and the Dragon Clan seems to be quite familiar with this Snake Tail Remnant, so Ao Jia directly shouted: "Come on, drive them away from the East China Sea."

"Promise!" Several elders of the dragon clan rushed out of the sea, followed by a group of shrimp soldiers and crab generals.

"Fight with us, Yang Jian!" the woman said, although her voice was nice, her tone was equally weird.

Yang Jian ignored it and continued to fall towards the sea.

The two snake-tail survivors were furious, and they grabbed the longbow and pulled the string violently, several streams of light shot at Yang Jian, and the woman had already rushed towards Yang Jian.

The eldest prince of the Dragon Palace frowned, and with a long sword in his hand, he sprinkled a curtain of water, blocking all these streams of light.

Yang Jian's falling figure stopped, turned his head and glanced at the two snake-tailed people in the distance, turned around, and flew towards the two instead.

"Uncle..." Ao Jia wanted to persuade Yang Jian, after all, he was getting married and it was not appropriate to do anything.

But Ao Jia looked at Man Tian Jiejiao Immortal again, knowing that Yang Jian couldn't just leave at this time, but he had no choice but to do so.

Yang Jian said slowly: "You were allowed to shoot an arrow because Empress Nuwa is a virtuous and virtuous person. The two of you are similar to Empress Nuwa's holy body, so you dare not offend."

Yang Jian deliberately called out Nuwa's name, and Nuwa would sense it, maybe she was watching this place.

"But you have provoked me several times and regarded my Taoism as majestic as nothing, and you really think I dare not kill you?" Yang Jian's eyes flashed coldly, and the bow-wielding survivor pulled the bow string again and wanted to shoot the arrow again.

Yang Jian's figure suddenly accelerated, from slow to fast, in the blink of an eye!

The bereaved woman held a sword and wanted to stop it, but the light of the sword flew across, and it seemed to be cut on Yang Jian's chest, but the blade didn't feel any force at all, and the light contained in the sword also shot into the distance...

Afterimage?

"You!" A low growl came from behind the bereaved woman, but the growl stopped abruptly.

The bereaved woman turned around to look, only to see Yang Jian in a wedding robe standing ten feet away, holding her companion by the throat with one hand, and lifting the male snake high.

"How dare you!" the bereaved woman shouted and raised her sword forward.

Yang Jian just turned around slightly, a white shadow suddenly jumped out of his arms, the white shadow swelled against the wind, and instantly turned into a beast as tall as a white elephant, opened its mouth wide, and roared fiercely at the bereaved woman!

The bereaved woman hurriedly stopped, just standing in front of the huge mouth of this 'beast', her clothes were wet by the saliva gushing out.

Aww——

The bereaved woman looked up, and saw that in the huge dog's mouth, the canine teeth were scattered like daggers and long swords, exuding a cold light, which made her heart throb, her hands and feet felt cold, and she stayed where she was.

The roaring dog who just woke up!

When Yang Jian squeezed his hand, the bereaved man rolled his eyes and was knocked unconscious by the invisible Xuangang.

"I don't care where you come from," Yang Jian said, "I don't care if you were instigated by others, or you came to seek me out for the sake of the monster clan. I think you are the same clan as the saint Nuwa, so I won't be too fussy with you this time. If you offend me again, you will definitely be executed."

With a cold snort, Xiaotiangou's figure suddenly became smaller, rubbing against Yang Jian's legs affectionately.

Yang Jian threw the bereaved man into the sea, ignored the bereaved woman with long hair and wet clothes, and walked back.

In front of the Immortal Jiejiao, if he didn't make a move, he would die. Once he made a move, he would go all out, like a goshawk fighting a rabbit, so he was so straightforward and easily won.

Of course, the roaring dog who just woke up also contributed a lot.