The Legend of Honghuang Erlang

The faster you walk, the closer you go, the more you can hear the voices of people coming from the top of the mountain, so the more hurried you are on your way.

If he ran too slowly and Qing Lian was killed by Mr. Xiao, then Yang Jian would be in trouble!

To put it lightly, it will only leave some regrets, and you can't kill your enemies;

But to put it more seriously, this is going against my heart and making my thoughts unable to flow freely. Maybe it's nothing now, but it will definitely affect my progress to the top in the future!

If it was too late, Yang Jian would probably want to argue with Mr. Xiao too!

Walking like flying, Yang Jian rushed to a wide stone step road, which was full of messy footprints and many damages left by the battle, which happened not long ago.

The roar of shouting, cheering, and fighting is just ahead!

It's just two jumps, and the figure soars into the sky like an arrow!

Qing Lian!

Brother is here!

This should have been the words when you can't wait to see your sweetheart, but now it has become the cry of the enemy's revenge.

Whoosh!

Yang Jian rushed all the way to the height of ten feet above the platform on the top of the mountain, but found that there were two dark clouds in his eyes, the crowd was dense.

A group of people flew in the air, or stood in the air with various flying magic weapons, or with their own cultivation, there were almost a hundred people.

A group of people piled up on the side of the entrance of the hilltop square at the end of the stone-step road. There might not be less than a thousand people standing there in a dense mass. The noisy voices came from this group of people.

Yang Jian just rushed to the height between the two groups of people, and he could see two figures in the mid-air in the practice field of Pingtian Jianmen, bombarding each other with magic weapons.

It was also because the movement of the magic weapon against the two people was so loud that it directly covered up the movement of Yang Jian rushing up.

Yang Jian still doesn't have the ability to float in the air, and the second level of the Eighty-Nine Mysterious Kungfu can't use magic weapons yet.

He landed straight on the ground, and then rushed towards the crowd in front of him in a hurry.

And even if someone saw him in the air, they regarded him as a casual cultivator who came to join in the fun and help with the boxing, and not many people looked at him more.

Didn't most of the things piled on the ground and flying above come here to trouble Pingtian Jianmen because of a word from Mr. Xiao?

Cough, please let me go.

Yang Jian said in embarrassment at the end of the crowd.

The two tiptoe watching guys turned their heads and glanced at him, and cursed a little impatiently: Go find another place yourself! If you go farther, you won't be able to see it at all!

Do you understand the rules of monks! I think you are taking death, little brother!

Yang Jian pursed his lips, raised his hand and grabbed the collars of the two men, not daring to use too much force, gently picked them up and put them behind him.

Then he took a big step forward, and his arms reached into the gap between the two people in front of him. With just such a slight sway, another big step gap appeared in front of him.

The few monks glared at Yang Jian, but before they could swear, they held back abruptly.

Originally, they didn't feel anything when they were pushed and dragged away, but when they looked behind and at the side, they could see that Yang Jian was moving like flowing water, without any pause in his movements.

Most casual cultivators can live for a long time, can control their mouths, and have a sensitive perception of danger.

Although Yang Jian didn't have a cold murderous aura, there was a kind of fighting intent that made these people terrified...

What's more, Yang Jian kept saying there:

Excuse me for your light.

Thank you.

Sorry, I have something urgent to think about.

These words of apology are considered to have given these monks face.

Like a palm passing through the gap in the middle of the curtain, Yang Jian squeezed effortlessly to the front of the group of people on the ground, and began to stare at the two people fighting in the arena.

One of them was Fairy Qinglian. At this time, she used a white long sword to suppress an old man holding a blood-colored long banner, and she was already winning.

It just so happened that when she finished this match, she would play the next one.

In the last figure, Yang Jian yelled out of habit: Excuse me, I'm in a hurry.

The back of his hand touched the arm of the old man in a green robe.

The old man was originally ordinary, and there was no scary aura. When Yang Jian patted his arm lightly with the back of his hand, the old man was like a sword drawn from its sheath, and a sharp and cold aura locked Yang Jian.

Yang Jian froze for a moment, looked straight up;

The old man turned his head slightly and looked at Yang Jian;

The eyes of the two met, and the old man's old eyes were full of warning, and his legs seemed to be rooted, and they didn't move at all.

And the apologetic look in Yang Jian's eyes... is also very intense.

With 20% strength in his hands, the old man was caught off guard by Yang Jian's increased force, and his whole body was pushed horizontally by a foot, while Yang Jian turned sideways and walked forward.

Sorry, sorry, I'm in a hurry. Uh, how about a chair?

Yang Jian stopped, and just happened to stand where the old man was standing.

The handsome young man sitting on the chair also looked behind him at this time, and found that when the old man disappeared, his face turned pale, and his pupils shrank subconsciously.

But Yang Jian saw that there was still a lot of space beside the chair, so he pushed the other person away, and stepped directly into the open space in the field.

How courageous! The old man in Tsing Yi came back to his senses at this moment.

what happened?

He was pushed away by this young man just now?

He is so dignified... so what, he was pushed away by a little monk who couldn't feel the slightest breath?

If this young man is here to assassinate his young master, then it's not because of his carelessness that he gave way to the killer!

The old man in Tsing Yi was about to shout violently at that moment, but the only young man who had a chair in the arena shouted in a low voice: Uncle Wu!

The old man in Tsing Yi was not an ordinary monk, he calmed down immediately, and stood behind the young master with great vigilance, his eyes locked on Yang Jian.

But Yang Jian, at this time, didn't care at all, and took two steps forward, his eyes fixed on Fairy Qinglian.

The anger in that gaze ignited, then gradually extinguished, turning into ice-cold.

But what's hot in my heart is a fighting spirit!

good!

All the casual cultivators applauded suddenly, but it was because Qinglian pierced the blood-colored long banner with a sword, and had already gained the greatest advantage.

Most of these casual cultivators are just to join in the fun, come to that mysterious Mr. Xiao to get acquainted, and seek a chance. It is not an absolute opposing position of Pingtian Jianmen, so drinking for Qinglian at this time is also an act of temperament.

Yang Jian: What's so good, that Qinglian wicked woman is obviously stronger than her opponent, and she is also a ruthless master, why didn't she win?

Suddenly, my heart throbbed, as if an ancient beast was watching me from behind, as if it was going to swallow me in one bite.

Yang Jian couldn't help turning his head to look distractedly, and suddenly found that it was the old man he pushed just now.

Alas, I was busy rushing over, but I bumped into the other party; and I can only push away with 20% of my strength, so I must be a great monk, so don't make any grudges.

I was a little impatient just now, sorry. Yang Jian squeezed a smile that was uglier than crying.

The old man snorted, and looked at Yang Jian again. After finding nothing unusual, he could only blush and look away.

He couldn't compete with a mortal monk.

Yang Jian took a few extra glances at the handsome young man on the seat, and that handsome young man was also looking at him.

The young man sat there smiling and nodding, taking advantage of the silence of the applause around him, he simply asked, Come here for this beauty?

Yes, Yang Jian nodded solemnly.

Wonderful, wonderful, the young man shook his head and exclaimed. If someone else did this kind of action, it must be very contrived.

But this handsome young man did it very naturally, making people feel comfortable.

May I ask your name?

Yang Jian replied: I don't dare to take the name, my name is Yang Jian. Then he turned and looked into the air.

He didn't ask the son's name, so naturally he didn't mean to make friends.

And the young master shook his head with a smile, and there was an extra folding fan in his hand, and he slapped his palm lightly, as if he was talking to himself...

Humanity is a disaster for a beauty. How do you know that she has deep affection and righteousness. When the beauty sect was overthrown, she came forward to support her without hesitation. Her love is priceless, and she is a good-natured person.

When the young master was talking and criticizing Yang Jian, the mid-air fight also had results.

The body of the owner of the long banner was pierced by a sword shadow, and he was about to fall from the air due to serious injuries.

There were seven or eight figures above Yang Jian's head who were about to move forward to meet him, and on the side of Pingtian Jianmen, Fu Dongliu also shouted loudly: Little Junior Sister, show mercy! There is still room for relief today!

But Qing Lian let out a cold snort, and got even worse, spawning dozens of sword shadows, blasting and killing the owner of the blood banner!

The sword shadow was stained with blood, and the blood banner, together with its owner, fell slowly in the air like two pieces of rags.

Uncle!

Damn Pingtian Jianmen! Damn it!

Master!

There were wailing sounds from the crowd, and the group of casual cultivators who had applauded before were also silent at this time, and the air was very oppressive.

This bitch is too vicious!

The Poison Sword Fairy really lives up to her reputation. It seems that there will be a big battle today.

I'd better not take this muddy water.

This group of casual cultivators was obviously intimidated, and in the air, the cultivators from other sects were also silent. Several people wanted to rush up to fight Qing Lian, but they were hugged tightly by their fellow sects.

Yang Jian looked at the fairy in the sky, her feathers were like a fairy, her long sword was stained with blood, her eyes were looking straight at the sky, like a beautiful sword standing between the sky and the earth, proud of the sky.

Sword bone, sword body, Megatron Qianxiong.

Hearing the young master laughing and saying: This beautiful fairy is also very powerful, decisive in killing and attacking, she is a talent.

Yang Jian nodded upon hearing this.

In fact, to be honest, a ruthless person like Qinglian is more suitable to live in the world of monks.

Compared with her, Yang Jian's temperament is much worse, and he is more like a mortal with joys, sorrows and joys.

But what's wrong with Fanxin?

A person who pursued the so-called detachment of his state of mind also failed.

He is Yang Jian, destined not to be an ordinary monk, his path is different, so I can't comment.

Fairy Qinglian opened her thin lips lightly, and just said: Who else is there?

The only young man who was sitting frowned, looked at the gray-robed old man on the left, and was about to signal the old man to take action to suppress the woman, but he heard a chuckle coming from ahead...

Yang Jian took a step and walked into the arena.

His spiritual sense is fine, Qinglian can't give him half a sense of crisis at this time;

And the fighting spirit in his heart was burning, and he wanted to melt the solid ice standing in mid-air.

I, fight.