The Legend of Honghuang Erlang

　　 Yang Jian did not expect that this incident would be done so badly that it even made him worry about his safety.

　　Neither did he expect that Fu Dongliu would care so much about the sword style he had accidentally learned.

　　——This is not an epiphany, but just left by the predecessors and picked up by Yang Jian.

　　 Fu Dongliu's face was anxious, and he pulled Yang Jian into the secret door and almost forgot the little princess.

　　 It was too late to introduce this secret world to Yang Jian. Fu Dongliu used it with all his strength, passing the peaks and ridges under his feet, and in a short time, he advanced for a hundred miles, pulling Yang Jian and the little princess down to a peak.

　　 Before his feet touched the ground, Fu Dongliu shouted directly:

　　 "The Master Order of Picking the Stars! All the peak masters and elders of the peaks of my Pingtian Sword Gate, please come to the main hall of the pickings of the Stars to discuss matters! Hurry up and ask the heads to come!"

　　 It seems that the status of this predecessor is definitely not low, about what should be the peak master of the peak.

　　 Yang Jian naturally hadn't heard of this sect, and he was only a little emotional in his heart. After all, this is a world where spiritual energy has dissipated, and he did not expect that there would be such a large sect.

　　 The big gate? Yang Jian was misunderstood...

　　 The great immortal cultivators with profound background and masters like forests in the predicament are at least thousands of miles away, with hundreds of peaks and forests.

　　 Even if you want to be the master of the first peak and the elder of this class, the cultivation base of becoming an immortal is not enough to see, at least it is the level of the true immortal.

　　 Gossip and talk less, get back to business.

　　 Fu Dongliu took Yang Jian and the little princess to a hall.

　　 This hall is not wide, it is similar to those Taoist temples that Yang Jian had visited in his previous life. There are several statues of gods in the temple, which should be the patriarch of this sect.

　　 In addition, a few futons, a few murals, and most of the pillars of the vermilion lacquer have fallen off, almost all of this hall.

　　 "Where are the disciples on duty in the temple!" Fu Dongliu yelled, and two female disciples wearing Taoist robes and carrying long swords kowtowed forward, calling them ‘peak master’.

　　 Fu Dongliu couldn't hide his excitement at this time, and shouted: "You two take this girl to settle down, take good care of it, and I will arrange her apprenticeship when things happen here!"

The two female disciples are not the true biography of Fu Dongliu. At this time, listening to Fu Dongliu so solemnly, it is natural to think that this girl with a sad look will come under Fu Dongliu's gate, so she dare not be careless, pulling it softly. The little princess left the hall.

　　 Fu Dongliu turned around and looked at Yang Jian. The divine light in those eyes made Yang Jian a little bit up and down...

　　 "Do you still remember those three tricks, brother Yang, fellow Daoist?"

　　 "Naturally remember," Yang Jian nodded gently.

　　 "Okay!" Fu Dongliu paced back and forth, his eyes seemed to be thoughtful, and then he couldn't help laughing a few times.

　　 "Hahaha! Really is my peace sword!"

　　 Suddenly heard a woman's hum from outside the door: "It's disturbing dreams in the middle of the night, what are you doing for shameful blending!"

　　 Fu Dongluo only sneered when he heard the words, took a step back and sat on a futon, seemingly deliberately, leaving Yang Jian alone in the middle of the hall.

　　 A white shadow came across the moonlight, the green silk is like a waterfall, and the ethereal is like a fairy.

　　 When this woman is near, Yang Jian is bright in front of his eyes, and he likes this in his heart:

　　‘What a fairy! ’

　　 This is a fairy bone, and the straw is stained with light dust.

　　 If there is no light dust falling, I will only fear the person in the moon.

　　 This beautiful woman fell outside the temple, she was only wearing straw sandals, her figure couldn't be described in secular words like ‘tall’ and ‘slim’ at all. She really had the bones of a fairy, and the proportions were almost perfect.

　　 She was wearing a tube top and white dress, and she seemed to be awakened in her sleep, so she flew here.

　　 But even if you are dressed coolly, who can call her a demon and curse her for charming? It was just showing the beauty of this world, which made people feel that it was a pity to cover up.

　　 Long hair is scattered, really three thousand green silk;

　　 Yu's foot lifted lightly, and he was in front of Yang Jian in a blink of an eye.

　　 "Look at it again, and goug your eyes out."

　　 This cold tone caused Yang Jian to shrink her neck immediately, and the woman turned around and appeared on the beam of a hall.

　　 A small foot was put down randomly, the other jade leg curled up, the arm was placed on the knee at will, the end was unrestrained, but this posture carried another mood.

"excuse me."

　　 Yang Jian's eyes quickly returned to clarity, embarrassed in his heart, and arched his hands at the woman.

"Hahaha!" Fu Dongliu smiled: "This is my little sister and the owner of the Do Not Forgotten Peak! Qinglian, I will explain about this little brother later, and wait for the other brothers Come."

　　 "Yeah." Peak Master Qinglian just responded softly, took a wine jar in his hand, and sipped it.

　　 Yang Jian didn't look much, he sat down on the futon beside Fu Dongliu, quietly waiting for a ‘senior’ from the Sword Gate to arrive.

Not long after, more than thirty people gathered in the temple, half of them were gray-haired old men, and half were middle-aged people like Fu Dongliu. After the last old man sat on the futon, Fu Dongliu stood up. .

　　 First, he said to a tall and thin middle-aged Taoist, and he called the senior brother, then turned around and sat down with the elders and peak masters for two times before speaking.

　　 "I'll make a long story short..."

　　 At the moment, Fu Dongliu recounted the process of getting acquainted with Yang Jian by using his sword to eliminate demons, and also focused on the origin of Yang Jian.

　　 "This little brother was placed in the wilderness by his master to practice and practice. The cultivation of the senior master, I am afraid I can't even think about it."

　　Fu Dongliu is protecting Yang Jian. After all, he is not the only one in the door, Fu Dongliu, who has the final say, for fear that someone will be evil to Yang Jian.

　　 This kind of open-mindedness is not something everyone has.

　　 What if there is an elder who will come out and accuse Yang Jian of the secret of their Pingtian Swordsman, if it is against Yang Jian?

　　 Fu Dongliu said in advance that Yang Jian is'very background', and these people dare not have delusions anymore.

　　 After all, the secret realm at this time, the Pingtian Sword Gate at this time, could no longer withstand any impact.

　　 There was a silence in the hall, but no one questioned Fu Dongliu, because they all heard that Fu Dongliu had something to say, they just waited quietly.

　　Fu Dongliu said Yang Jian’s previous punch, and the group of people immediately changed their colors. Many people looked at Yang Jian with complicated eyes, and found that this young man seemed to be just ‘prosaic’, but was a little more afraid.

　　 Fu Dongliu didn't talk too much nonsense, and directly signaled the surroundings to silence, and then arched his hands to Yang Jian:

　　 "Friends, please give me a demonstration."

　　 "Well," Yang Jian was very calm at this time, not surprised, got up and walked to the hall, closed his eyes, and slowly looked for the previous feeling.

　　 Eight or nine profound arts work, Yang Jian has a mysterious aura drifting away.

　　 The woman on the beam was originally just looking outside the hall. When this breath appeared, she just looked down at Yang Jian, her eyes slightly curious.

　　 And the other elders, peak masters, and even the head of the sect, looked more solemn.

　　Xuangong shocks the world, who dares not respect it?

　　 "I have never used a sword before, so I replaced it with a sword finger. Please take a closer look, everyone."

　　 Yang Jian raised his hand, moved his leg, and shook his right hand with the sword finger, shaking left and right. Zhou Mingming didn't have any spiritual fluctuations, but his fingertips seemed to have a brilliance.

　　 He evolved every movement of the figure he saw when he was comprehending at the gate of the mountain.

　　 The punch he shook before actually refined the essence of the three-stroke sword style and blended it into one punch...

　　 It's just that his cultivation base hasn't reached the heat, and the Eight-Nine Profound Art is only the first stage, so he vomits blood.

　　 But now, rehearsing the moves used by the figure I saw is a trivial matter.

　　 A sword cracked the ground.

　　 One sword makes peace.

　　 One sword breaks the world!

　　 Yang Jian finished the three-stroke exercise without any aura, and stood there again carefully comprehending, feeling a lot in his heart.

　　 These three moves are so powerful and powerful, but they were created by a powerful man who he had never heard of.

　　 How many such things exist in this magnificent world, endless prehistoric? How many exist beyond the founder of this sword move?

　　 Thinking of this~www.wuxiahere.com~Yang Jian has a little more yearning in his heart.

　　The monk who created such a sword move is already like this. The existence of the master's level is really displaying magical powers. What kind of scene should it be?

　　 Yang Jian stood there for a long time without moving, and after hearing a few puffs, seven or eight people vomited blood among the figures sitting on the futon behind him.

　　 The remaining twenty-odd people still meditate with their eyes closed, and their breath fluctuates.

　　 Yang Jian's eyes dimmed, the figure on the beam fell in front of him, and directly grabbed Yang Jian by the shoulder.

　　 Taking advantage of Fu Dongliu's meditation experience, this Qinglian Peak master took Yang Jian away without hindrance, and rushed out of the hall to fly directly into the sky...

　　 She moved so fast, Yang Jian had just recovered, and the figure had appeared in the air, being taken by the woman to another peak.

　　 opened his mouth, Ye Feng poured in directly, but Yang Jian couldn't say a word.

　　 "Don't worry, you are kind to the Pingtian Sword Sect. I will not harm you. I just want you to practice a few times for me alone."

　　 Her voice is cold, but with a kind of indifference, as if she really is the fairy above the nine heavens, speaking to a mortal Yang Jian.

　　 Is this a begging attitude?

　　 just give orders directly!

　　 Yang Jian was a little bit dumbfounded. Although there was anger in his heart, he couldn't show it. He could only write down the humiliation and ‘catch’ it back in the future.

　　 took a deep look at this beautiful and unreasonable woman, and said in her heart...

　　 Our little cicada has grown up, it may not be as good as you!

　　 Alas, the master said that he should be less involved in cause and effect, but he has forgotten everything...I knew this before, so why bother to show off?

　　 Yang Jian was secretly vigilant in his heart, and he had remembered this lesson.