I'm immortal anyway, you can do whatever you want

Yang Sheng nodded heavily.

He patted Wang Quan on the shoulder and said solemnly: "Brother Wang and I hit it off right away!"

Wang Quan: "..."

"Is it?"

His gaze flicked back and forth between the two for a while, and finally, the co-helmsman went through the transfer procedures with a puzzled expression on his face.

"Brother Wang, you are such a good person!"

When he came to the outside room, Yang Sheng couldn't help smiling when he thought of all the gains he had made today.

In this regard, Wang Quan put his hands behind his back, looked at the sky, and remained silent.

"correct!"

Yang Sheng suddenly asked curiously: "You came to see me today, didn't you come here specially to give a big gift bag?"

"..."

The corner of Wang Quan's mouth twitched violently.

He took a deep breath, and said helplessly:

"I accepted a certain commission, and I need the help of my peers! I happened to hear that you killed the ancestor of the Tian family with one sword, so I wanted to come and test you..."

Speaking of this, Wang Quan's expression was extremely unnatural, and his intestines turned green with regret.

With this temptation, many years of savings are gone, and the merit points are also gone.

And he owed the other party a favor!

It can be said that he lost his wife and lost his army, and the loss exploded!

"I see!"

After hearing what he said, Yang Sheng suddenly realized.

"Brother Wang, if your pockets are bulging in the future, please come and test it!"

He patted him on the shoulder with an expression of encouragement on his face.

After speaking, Yang Sheng turned around and turned into an orange light, which soon disappeared into the sky.

After he left, King Quan stood in place like a sculpture.

"Wori!"

After a long while, his eyes were full of grief and anger, he beat his chest like an orangutan, raised his head to the sky and let out a mournful roar, as if he wanted to empty his depression.

Chapter 120 Fighting

Time flies, time flies.

Two years have passed since the Tian family surrendered.

Yang Sheng beheaded the ancestor of the Tian family with one sword, which amazed many people and made them fearful.

However, after the Tian family became attached to him, he stayed in the spiritual pagoda or the back mountain of the Yin family all day long, hardly ever going out, as if he was reassuring for the elderly.

This made many people in power in the surrounding area breathe a sigh of relief.

Considering all kinds of things, they sent people to Yin's house specially to discuss cooperation in spiritual mines and other aspects, so as to deepen the friendship between the two sides.

Because of this, Yin Xuantian was very busy all day long, but he also enjoyed it.

The entire Yin family is also showing a state of rapid development, it can be said to be thriving!

Another three years have passed.

On this day, under the big poplar tree in the back mountain of Yin's house, Yang Sheng, as usual, lay on his back on the cool chair, basking in the warm sun, taking a sip of sweet and sour spiritual tea from time to time, feeling at ease.

In the spiritual field, Xiao Gui wandered back and forth carrying a hoe, his figure busy.

Night fell quickly.

"According to the current progress, in another 30 years, I will be able to break through to the late stage of Foundation Establishment!"

Not far away, Xiao Gui's intermittent snoring sound was heard, and Yang Sheng closed his eyes tightly, thinking happily.

call out!

At this moment, a sharp piercing sound came.

A brace?

Yang Sheng suddenly opened his eyes, kicked his legs vigorously, and immediately dodged to the side.

Rumble!

The next moment, amidst the roar, the place where he was originally was exploded, sawdust flying, and dust and smoke filled the air.

The little turtle woke up in an instant, and immediately looked terrified.

The person who came was a foundation-building monk, and it knew that it couldn't help, its limbs and head immediately retracted into the turtle shell, and it remained motionless.

"Who?"

Yang Sheng's eyes turned cold, and he looked in a certain direction.

What responded to him was a dark red sharp blood light.

The person is not good!

Yang Sheng's expression froze, and the Tianyang sword appeared in his hand, and he waved lightly at the blood light, cutting out a pale golden sword light.

boom!

In mid-air, the two collided in the blink of an eye. Amidst the dull sound, the golden light and the blood light shattered at the same time, and a wave of aftermath of spiritual power swept away. Within a radius of three feet, a layer of ground was lifted. The scene was astonishing!

Without giving him a chance to breathe, another ray of blood pierced through the sky, approaching his forehead and between his brows.

"sneaking!"

With a cold snort, Yang Sheng quickly turned around to avoid it, and at the same time poured spiritual power into it, held up the Tianyang sword, and slashed fiercely towards a dark place on one side.

Under the ravages of pale golden sword energy, a tall tree several feet high instantly exploded and split into pieces.

Amidst the dust, a man in a red robe wearing a face scarf gradually emerged.

"A little strength!"

He stared at Yang Sheng, and said slowly: "It seems that you were able to kill Tian Zhongyun, it was not a fluke!"

Yang Sheng narrowed his eyes slightly, held the Tianyang Sword tightly, and asked, "Who are you!"

"The one who killed you!"

The red-robed man was playing with a blood-red short blade in his hand, and his words were very indifferent.

"There are many people who want to kill me, who are you?" Yang Sheng sneered when he heard this.

While speaking, a dark and deep light flashed across his eyes.

The red-robed man's eyes froze for a moment.

"die!"

Seeing this, Yang Sheng's gaze was fierce, and he raised the Tianyang sword, and slashed off his neck, and the pale golden sword light came out of his hand.

Almost in a breath, it shot to the front of the person.

Ha ha!

The corner of Yang Sheng's mouth curled into a smile, as if he saw the end of this person's decapitated body.

However, at this critical moment, the pendant around the neck of the man in red flickered slightly, a faint light flashed away, and his eyes immediately recovered.

Seeing the sword light approaching, he looked awe-inspiring, and quickly put the blood blade in front of him.

垱！

There was a crisp collision sound, and under the strong shock, the red-robed man retreated repeatedly, until he was ten feet away, before he managed to stand still.

"You are only in the middle stage of foundation establishment, yet your spiritual sense is so powerful!"

Staring at Yang Sheng firmly, he wiped off the cold sweat on his forehead, his eyes showed a trace of solemnity for the first time.

If he had reacted a little slower just now, he would already be a corpse now!

"Spiritual Conscious Guardian Spirit Tool!"

Staring at the simple black pendant on his neck, Yang Sheng frowned and said slowly, "It seems that you came prepared!"

If it weren't for this pendant, it would be absolutely impossible for the other party to recover so quickly!

"Of course!"

Hearing this, the red-robed man admitted it straightforwardly, and said in a deep voice: "As a killer, the first priority is to inquire about the target's news before attacking!"

"Before you were able to kill Tian Zhongyun with a single sword, I'm afraid it was because of that move just now!"

While speaking, he couldn't help touching the pendant on his neck, feeling a bit of peace of mind.

Before he acted, he had guessed that Yang Sheng might be possessed of spiritual sense-like offensive skills, so he deliberately applied to his superiors for this treasure to protect him.

"I want to know, who is the mastermind behind the scenes?"

While secretly accumulating spiritual power, Yang Sheng locked on the other party's breath and set his words.

"The dead don't need to know that much!"

While speaking, the red-robed man took a blood-red pill.

Soon, his exposed eyes were blood red, and the whole body was faintly bleeding, and a powerful and sharp breath poured out, making the surrounding trees rustle.

Rampage!

After seeing Yang Sheng's powerful spiritual power, in order to prevent accidents, he decided to make a quick decision!

"This person……"

After feeling it carefully for a moment, Yang Sheng raised his brows deeply.

The red-robed man already possessed the cultivation base of the late stage of Foundation Establishment. At this moment, after being berserk, his breath soared again and again, and he was not weaker than Tanaka Yun back then!

"watch out!"

With a low growl, the red-robed man was flooded with blood, converging into six arm-thin blood lines, which gradually solidified, like six ferocious long snakes, lingering around his body.

"This method..."

Yang Sheng's eyes flickered, and he blurted out: "You are from the Dark Blood Sect!"

"It's pretty knowledgeable!"

"Go!" The red-robed man grinned, and pushed forward with both hands. The six long snakes shook their bodies rapidly, and surrounded Yang Sheng, baring their teeth and claws.

As early as when he was practicing kung fu, Yang Sheng made some moves.

shhhhhh!

Three streaks of light golden sword energy were cut out in succession, among which were the first three blood snake heads, which were cut off in an instant, turning into a ball of blood energy and disappearing.

However, the remaining three blood snakes were as fast as dragons soaring into the air, and they came to a foot away from him in a few strokes.

puff!puff!

The smell of blood came to his nostrils, Yang Sheng looked calm, kicked his legs suddenly and jumped into the sky, in a blink of an eye, he raised his hand and slashed out two sword qi again, and two more blood snakes shattered.

At this time, the only blood snake twisted its body quickly, and it was already close to him, its mouth opened wide, its fangs were exposed, and it bit the back of his neck.

Crisis is imminent!

Before he had time to counterattack and dodge, Yang Sheng made a decisive decision and stretched out his left hand to firmly protect the key parts of his neck.

Click!

In the next instant, the crisp sound of breaking came out.

When the pain came, Yang Sheng frowned deeply. Taking this opportunity, he slashed down with his sword and wiped out the last blood snake.

He quickly looked at his left hand, the bitten area was red and congested, and at the same time a strong feeling of weakness and numbness came over him, and he gasped for breath.

"It's a good thing that I have the real skill of transforming form, and my physical strength is far better than that of a monk of the same realm. Otherwise, my hand would probably be useless after that mouthful just now!"