The Legend of Honghuang Erlang

　　Yang Jian has been staring at the movements of the rhinoceros spirit with his gaze;

　　 The jade horn may have nothing to do with the cultivation base, but cutting the jade horn must be a great shame to the rhino spirit.

　　 He was waiting for the rhinoceros spirit to get into trouble, so when the rhinoceros spirit suddenly raised his hand to pat his chest, Yang Jian was ready for a thunderous blow.

　　 Unfortunately, Yang Jian did not have a chance to shoot.

　　 A magnificent aura fell from the sky, this aura turned into a blue dragon claw in an instant, pressing the rhinoceros to the ground fiercely!

　　 Yang Jian raised his head and looked to the front left. In an inconspicuous corner of the Dragon Palace, a thin old man pressed his palm imaginarily... The rhinoceros in Golden Wonderland was like a baby chicken just out of its shell, and there was no room for resistance at all!

　　 The voice of Prime Minister Turtle is gracious and wandering... "The victory or defeat is already divided, the land of the Dragon Palace is not allowed to be wild."

　　 The cyan dragon claws slowly dissipated, the rhinoceros spirit was not seriously injured, but with a face full of horror, he got up, and immediately bowed his head and walked towards the edge of the ring, not daring to stay longer.

"Yuxu disciple Yang Jian Shou Li," Prime Minister Turtle's voice spread all over the Dragon Palace, with some appreciation, "The minister said more, Yang Jian is only 500 years old in cultivation, he is righteous, and he lives in an extraordinary place. For, don’t challenge it lightly."

　　 Yang Jian stood calmly in the field, holding the Demon Slashing Sword in his right hand, and the tip of the sword pointed diagonally at the ground; with his left hand behind his back, holding the cloud brick, it was a bit more... proud?

　　 Well, proud.

　　 I would like to ask the immortal of the Three Realms, who is worthy of a brick in his hand?

　　 Yang Jian just stunned a rhinoceros spirit. He already loves this piece of cloud brick, which is just a fairy treasure. He wants to slowly cultivate it in the future, supplement it with treasure, and personally refine it into a big killer.

"I come!"

Hearing a long roar, a young man wearing a Taoist robe, carrying three long swords, and draped long hair jumped into the ring, the fingers of the sword condensed, and the three swords on his back were successively unsheathed, and a handle evolved around him. Long sword.

　　 After a short while, the sword shadow has passed a hundred!

　　 "Zhong Shenzhou, Magic Sword Spirit Sect, twenty-ninth generation disciple Bu Kuang! Please also pick me up the sword formation!"

　　 Yang Jian nodded and smiled, treating the monks of the human race and the demon race with two completely different attitudes.

　　 Looking at the cloth mad who has gained longevity by swordsmanship, his figure is swaying, and the long sword trembling around him rotates around him.

　　 When Bu Kuang pointed his finger at Yang Jian, Bai Duo Jian Ying turned into rainbow lights, and with a rapid howling sound, it shot at Yang Jian.

　　 started without mercy at all!

　　 The rainbow light does not go straight, one hundred and eight swords constantly change their positions, perform a large array, mobilize the general trend of the world, and disturb the world!

　　 just a blink of an eye, the sword shadows can no longer be seen! Every rainbow light woven into a big net, covering Yang Jian!

　　 The sword immortal named Bu Kuang has reached a certain level of comprehension of the path of the sword. The change of rigidity and softness, and the mutual growth of yin and yang, can become a big Luo.

　　 Yang Jian also had the inevitable thought of this trick in his heart.

　　 can only be broken by force!

　　 Taking a step forward, Yang Jian left an afterimage in the same place, slashed with a flat sword without fancy, and swung a sharp Xuan Gang!

　　 Xuan Gang crashed into the sky full of sword shadows, but only flew a few long swords without breaking the sword formation.

　　 Yang Jian was in the air, moving amazingly fast, and again swung out a few profound gangs, or half-circle like a crescent moon, or erected like an iron shield, but they couldn't smash the opponent's sword formation.

　　 That sword formation gave Yang Jian a very strange feeling. Based on the sword, there is the softness of water and the rigidity of gold. The two are perfectly combined, and the rigidity and softness are transformed into wishfulness.

this is……

　　 Yang Jian seemed to feel something for an instant, and the corner of his mouth showed a chuckle.

　　 He put away the cloud bricks, and his figure revolved around in place. The tip of the Demon Slashing Sword gently rippled, sliding across a trajectory like waves in the water.

　　 The extremely powerful Xuan Gang, suddenly disappeared like a wave of water!

　　 is like soft but firm, like slow but fast, wave marks oscillate, it can break all kinds of magic!

　　 Xuangang waves swayed, the sword shadow was rushed to pieces, Bu Kuang was a little caught off guard, the figure retreated quickly, but it was still unable to dodge!

　　 Although the madness had no time to escape, Yang Jian did not hurt him. Yang Jian raised his left hand, and lightly grabbed it toward the front. The Xuangang that was swinging away suddenly stopped abruptly, then faded away like a tide, turning back towards Yang Jian.

"This……"

　　 Bu Kuang's face turned pale, then he smiled freely and said to Yang Jian, saying: "The saints are really extraordinary, thank you."

　　Yang Jian gave back and said: "Stealing a teacher while in battle, just laugh."

"With my sword intent, break my sword formation...hahaha!" Bu Kuang suddenly laughed a few times, and then sighed, "Only Dao himself is extraordinary, and I don't want to end up with strong and strong! If you are free, you can Come to my Phantom Sword Sect as a guest, and be able to sit with you and talk about the sword, I will not be in vain!"

　　 "If you have the opportunity, you must go to disturb you." Yang Jian replied politely, watching Fu Kuang return to the surrounding venue.

　　 Nabu Kuang is also a swordsman in Central China. He has been an immortal for three hundred years, he has realized the true spirit in a thousand years, and he has picked the fruit of longevity within 20,000 years. The sword art is very powerful.

　　 But in Yang Jian's hands, the strongest sword formation was broken by only two or two moves. At this time, the surrounding celestial beings were suppressed, and no one wanted to take the stage to fight.

　　 At this time, a somewhat feminine male voice said in a weird manner, “It’s really good to be able to compete with the twenty-ninth-generation disciples of a prehistoric ordinary cultivator school for three generations.”

　　 Before the sound was over, Taoist Huanglong just snorted and cursed: "Who is slandering behind the back? Are you looking for death!"

　　 The previous speaker was an old man. At this time, the corner of his mouth was bleeding, but he was secretly shocked by the real person Huanglong, and he couldn't say a word.

　　 The voice came from among the group of demons, and the matter also fell on the head of the demons. Once Huang Long made a move, the two monsters who didn't want to be troublesome had to stand up.

　　 The burly male body Yaozu Da Nengneng did not speak, Mei Kongmei chuckled lightly, her charming voice sultry.

　　 She said: "Huang Longdao has a temper. My boy just said something fair, but was frightened by you. Why, is he wrong?"

　　 "Naturally wrong!" Huang Long said, but then he didn't know how to explain it.

　　 This matter is also a bit complicated.

　　 Yang Jian's identity is indeed aloof, explaining and teaching three generations of disciples... this, I really don't like it.

The many immortal gates in Central China have different origins; the ancestor who founded the immortal gate may have been called by a disciple or disciple of the second generation of Taoism, or a named disciple of the three Taoist religions, or even the disciples of the three religions. The legacy left behind.

　　 are all Yuanshen Tao, come from Taoist ancestors, and are inextricably linked to the three religions.

　　 Really speaking, Yang Jian's seniority in Zhong Shenzhou is really high.

　　 By the way, most of the three generations of disciples in the interpretation and teaching are the disciples accepted by the real people before the battle of the gods, and they can quickly improve their cultivation level, and use the picture as a teacher to prevent disaster... But this matter cannot be mentioned outside.

　　 Chi Sperm stroked his beard and pondered, and said: "Although my nephew is my three-generation disciple, he hasn't practiced since ancient times. He has been practicing for hundreds of years. How can it be said that he is bullying the small?"

"The seniority is the seniority." Although Mei Kongmei was chuckling, she was compelling every word. "Education has always been admired by thousands of immortals for orderly growth and order. How can we not count seniority? Alas, today's education The immortal is not here, otherwise it would be much more interesting to let them comment."

　　 "You!" Huanglong Taoist's long hair fluttered, angrily.

　　 Chi Sperm raised his hand to stop this junior who was ignorant of his brain when he was hot, and looked at Mei Kongmei, just about to start arguing about it.

　　 suddenly heard a chuckle from the ring.

　　 "It turned out to be like this."

　　 Yang Jian suddenly spoke, causing the celestials to turn their eyes from the two great powers to Yang Jian.

　　 When Mei Kongmei is arguing with Chanjiao, who dares to interrupt? Even if the Dragon Lord who was willing to help Yang Jian, he could only remain silent.

　　 Not to mention Xiao Lan who wants to talk but stops, Aoji who bows his head and thinks hard, and the fanatic who just lost the battle and wants to argue for Yang Jian, all dare not say a few words.

　　 By the way, Yang Jian, the person involved, stood up, and after a chuckle, he suddenly realized the appearance.

　　‘What is he going to do? ’

　　 Xiao Lan is a bit unclear, so she doesn't know how Yang Jian should untie the deadlock of seniority.

　　Let’s look at Yang Jian. He said to the two uncles from a distance, and asked respectfully: "Can the disciple talk to this demon?"

　　 "Zhu Ke," Chi Sperm smiled while stroking his beard, and leisurely sat on the seat.

　　 I don’t know why, Yang Jian, he is very relieved, the second uncle.

　　 Yang Jian got the answer, he just stood up straight and looked at Mei Kongmei; but he just watched quietly without saying a word.

　　 Not long after, Yang Jian's figure seemed to be feathered away, giving people an illusion of being detached from this world.

　　 That Mei Kongmei frowned, and said softly with a smile: "What did you say to me?"

　　 Yang Jian also smiled and said, "Dare to ask this monster clan~www.readwn.com~ can you have a teacher?"

　　 Mei Kongmei was very cautious, and said with a smile: "My demon clan emphasizes blood, but ignores inheritance."

　　 "It's so, no wonder," Yang Jian nodded, no wonder that all the immortals were confused.

　　 "What do you want to say?" Mei Kongmei had a bad premonition, but Yang Jian had already started talking...

"If you talk about seniority, my teacher is Yuding, and my master is the three-friend Tianzun. Dare to ask this demon, Mei Kongmei, who are your parents? Who are your grandparents? But are they born? Can they be better than me in terms of seniority Master?"

　　 Mei Kongmei's complexion was red and white, and those phoenix eyes stared at Yang Jian, wishing to swallow Yang Jian.

　　 How can her ancestors compare to Sanqing?

　　Who is Sanqing? That was transformed by the primordial spirit of Pangu Great God, and it surpassed the innate spirit!

　　 Yang Jian knew some of Mei Kongmei's heels in Aoji's mouth, and he used it to force him to dominate.

　　 Mei Kongmei reluctantly smiled, and said, "I'm self-righteous, it can't be compared."

　　 Yang Jian's gaze is compelling, even when facing the current demon clan, he still doesn't change his face and takes a half step forward!

　　 "So, Mei Kongmei, don't you call me senior? Haven't you given up your seat?"

　　 "You are bold!" Da Luo yelled violently, angrily.

　　 "I am bold? You are bold! You must be under Mei Kong Mei, and you dare to yell at my elders?!"

　　 Yang Jian's eyes bloomed with divine light, and the Ronaldo looked at him in a daze, and he didn't dare to speak any more.

　　 For a time, Yang Jian threatened Da Neng and refuted Da Luo, but none of the demon dared to refute.

　　 But Yang Jian sighed in his heart.

　　 If he hadn't been strong enough now, he could only come together with lip service, who would talk about this with these guys? It's been a brick shot long ago...