The Legend of Honghuang Erlang

　　 "Get up and practice."

　　 A clear and cold word, like a biting cold wind.

　　 It is clear that this is a hot spring floating with the slightest warmth, but Yang Jian can't feel the warmth at all.

　　 These three tricks accidentally obtained were indeed left by the local power, so Fu Dongliu called many peak masters and elders of Pingtian Sword Sect. He was very careful to fully perform those three tricks.

　　 is not bad at all, the subtle details are fully presented.

　　Here, this is the cause and effect of these three tricks. He Yang Jian does not owe anything to the power of this place, let alone Pingtian Sword Sect!

　　 But this Fu Dongliu's younger sister brought herself here again. If it's a gentle request and kind words, it doesn't take much effort to get this anyway. Naturally, he can practice it again and again ten times.

　　 But now...

　　 When this extremely beautiful woman was thrown to the ground like a sack, Yang Jian's anger could no longer be suppressed.

　　He didn't go to the attack because of his shallow cultivation. This woman named Qing Lian was so insulting himself, he couldn't say anything.

　　 But this does not mean that he will bow to the woman's orders.

　　 Why?

　　He and her have no grievances and no enmity, and the cause and effect of the three moves have been eliminated. It is not good to say that if he had realized these three moves with the help of eight or nine profound arts, the people of Pingtian Sword Sect would not have obtained it!

　　 So, Yang Jian stood up from the ground, swept the dust off his clothes, and looked at the beauty standing on the rock without a word.

　　 Although it has a peerless face and a cold bone, how about it?

　　 Yang Jian didn't say a word, and just looked at the other party like that, already made up his mind, even if the fairy uses cultivation as the pressure next, he would not be able to lower his head and show timidity here.

　　 It’s a big deal, but the fish will die and the net will be broken. Anyway, there is the jade symbol left by the master!

　　 "Practice." Qing Lian's eyes showed some coldness.

　　 Yang Jian sneered, standing there, but quietly operating the profound arts, must condense his strength in a punch.

　　 He is ready to shoot, although he knows in his heart that his strength is far from this cold fairy...

　　 Qinglian frowned, then swept it away, and a remarkable force swayed from her bare hands.

　　 Yang Jian punched at the same time, slamming a punch into the air in front of him, and this punch that should have been empty, but there was a sound of hammer hitting the mountain wall.

boom!

　　 Yang Jian took two steps back, and a little surprise flashed through Qinglian's wonderful eyes, but then he recovered his boundless coldness.

　　 Qinglian coldly snorted, the hot spring behind it was almost frozen, and there seemed to be two ice cones in his eyes, Yang Jian's forehead was tingling.

　　 "Practice, or die."

　　 "Dead?" Yang Jian suddenly laughed, smiling a little abruptly, smiling full of anger.

　　 He pointed to Qinglian, gritted his teeth and cursed: "Why do you decide my life and death?"

　　 Qing Lian closed his eyes, and suddenly floated up, three thousand green silks swept, and in a short time, a sword shadow overflowed from the end of the hair.

　　 Thousands of Ice Soul Swords rushed towards Yang Jian, covering the sky and the sun!

　　 Yang Jian was fearless, and shot with anger, his fists kept smashing towards the attacking Sword Shadow, but his movements were much slower and too much slower than that of Sword Shadow!

　　嗖! Whizzing!

　　 The sound of clothes cracking continued, and Jian Ying was bloodshot!

　　 The cold ice sword shadow exploded under Yang Jian's fist but only a dozen times, the remaining sword shadow quickly passed, leaving small scars one after another on Yang Jian's body.

　　 Waiting for Qing Lian to fall on the stone again, her bare hand shakes lightly, the thousands of ice soul sword shadows quietly disappeared, turning into vitality and turning back.

　　 Yang Jian was already on one knee, with hundreds of scars that had just cut his skin everywhere.

　　 The blood is too late to flow out, and the wound has healed. This is Yang Jian's own self-healing power.

　　 Qinglian said coldly: "By the way, I am better than you."

　　 "Indeed, if you have a strong ability, you can dictate the weak at will. This is a rule that can be used anywhere."

　　Yang Jian's voice had returned to his calm at this time. He slowly stood up and shook slightly, and white smoke appeared on his body.

　　 That was the sword aura left by Bing Soul Sword Shadow's body, which was immediately dispersed by Yang Jian.

　　 "If I have strong abilities, let you lower your head here today and let you be a slave, don't you say anything?" Yang Jian slowly raised his head, with an astonishing light in his eyes.

　　 Qing Lian didn't care, nodded faintly, and uttered a word: "Practice."

　　 Yang Jian didn't say anything. He wiped some blood off his body, took off his blouse again, took a Taoist robe that is often worn on Yuquan Mountain in his fingers, and slowly put it on his body.

　　 Then, looking at Qing Lian, he calmly said: "Don't practice."

　　 "Do you really dare not kill you when you treat me?" Qinglian frowned slightly.

　　 "It's only death."

　　 Yang Jian took a deep breath and began to run the Eight-Nine Profound Art frantically, "Death is death, the body is unyielding!"

　　 "You are so unyielding, let me see how hard your bones are!"

　　 An incomprehensible look appeared in Yang Jian's eyes, which was clearly hate, pain, and madness.

　　 It hasn't been long since he first came to this big world, and he has never provoked this beautiful crazy woman!

　　 Ghost knows why she is so bitter!

　　 But sitting and waiting for death is not his character. Knowing that he can't beat him, Yang Jian is still fighting hard at this moment.

　　 the figure rushes to the left!

　　 Yang Jian didn't swoop to the side with the slightest fancy. The moment his body rolled down, he had already grabbed two pebbles the size of a rock.

　　 Sword Shadow is back, this time there are only seven Frost Sword Shadows!

　　 But Yang Jian threw his arms violently, and the two rocks aroused a huge sound of breaking through the air, like two black lights hitting Qinglian!

　　 Qinglian figure soared straight into the sky, the two black lights flew over her feet, and even shattered a sword shadow formed by aura!

　　 Yang Jian's power of throwing stones is as good as this!

　　 The sword was moving, and it slashed directly at Yang Jian's limbs, but did not lock Yang Jian's heart and lungs.

　　 Yang Jian took the opportunity to retreat directly, leaving two big pits in two steps, exploding to the extreme!

　　 The six sword shadows were behind him, and one of them even cut off a strand of long hair that was floating on him, but he didn't look back, and rushed straight forward!

"Humph!"

　　 Qing Lian was annoyed when she missed a hit, and there were sword shadows floating out behind her.

　　 Sword Shadow Hurricane!

　　 Yang Jian did not run randomly, he rushed into a pile of rocks.

　　The waist is like the axis, and the foot is on the mountain!

　　 With the help of turning around, Yang Jian directly kicked two big rocks that were as high as a person, and headed towards the blue ripples of the sky!

　　 Swords and shadows flew like a gust of wind and rain, directly blasting on the two big rocks, and after hearing the explosion after another, the two big rocks actually exploded into powder little by little!

　　 right now!

　　Hoo! call! call!

　　 Rocks burst into the air, with a force of ten thousand catties, they smashed into Qinglian fiercely!

　　 And Yang Jian, after more than ten flying rocks, jumped up!

　　 "Pingtian Sword Gate!"

　　 Yang Jian roars!

　　 A horse training appeared in the sky! Thunder in the moon!

　　 The twenty or thirty people meditating in the temple suddenly woke up!

　　 Although the heavens and the earth are abnormal, Fairy Qinglian's complexion has not changed at all. With a sweep of his hand, Feiran's vitality turned into a big hand covering the sky, and directly shot the more than ten flying stones together with Yang Jian in an instant!

　　 directly use the cultivation base to suppress others, without the fancy sword shadows!

　　The art of cultivating the body, refining oneself, and using the power of heaven and earth to open up the treasure of one's body, this is the path Yang Jian took.

　　The method of the primordial spirit, communicates the heaven and the earth with the primordial spirit, seizes the heaven and the earth spirit to strengthen the power of oneself, and there is the power of the heaven and the earth between the waves! This is Qinglian, which is the path taken by almost all spiritual spirits in this era!

　　 There may be no difference between high and low, but there is a difference between inside and outside!

　　 Yang Jian at this time has only eight or nine profound arts and a little martial arts. The three tricks he has learned today have not yet been used for his own use.

　　 And his opponent is already a fairy with the top cultivation level in this small world of secrets. Although he has not yet had the cultivation level of becoming an immortal, he is enough to crush Yang Jian at this time!

　　 Yang Jian was blown away by the big hand made by the spiritual energy, and his belief in the Eight or Nine Profound Art was not shaken at all, because he knew that he had only lost the day of practice.

　　 Not afraid of losing! Master didn't dare to fight even if he had left the jade talisman. What kind of Tao did he cultivate? Just cultivate the little cicada honestly!

　　Who can keep winning?

　　 But if he just bowed his head, what else would he talk about in the future?

　　 People are prestigious and bow their heads, how can Tianwei stand upright!

　　 Eight or nine profound arts, eight deaths and nine lives!

boom! Yang Jian abruptly hit the ground, and the dozen or so stones also fell.

　　 A ray of cold light suddenly appeared, but Fairy Qinglian came with a long sword in his hand, as if he really wanted to end him.

　　 "Qianlian! What are you going to do?"

　　 A familiar voice came from the horizon, UU reading www.uukanshu． Com with boundless anger! Fairy Qinglian frowned, her figure stopped in the air.

　　 Fu Dongliu dropped down a little anxiously, first pointed at his junior sister, her lips trembled and her complexion turned purple, "You! Why are you like this!"

　　 "I'm like this, so what?" Qing Lian scattered the ice sword in her hand and dropped it back to the original stone.

　　 "Do you know! How much favor we owe him to Pingtian Sword Sect!"

　　 Fu Dongliu can't wait to slap it out. If it is another junior, he must have done so.

　　 But this person in front of me... this person who stands on the bluestone and only gives himself a cold profile...

　　 The whole door party owes her to her, but she can't let herself half yell at her.

　　 Fu Dongliu smiled miserably, and turned to see Yang Jian's state, but Yang Jian just flew the dozen or so stones with a punch, and slowly stood up.

　　 "Brother Yang...I...Oh! Qing Lian! You! You really are crazy!"

　　 "Friends of Taoism, today, don't pass by."

　　 Yang Jian clenched his fist, his chest was a little undulating, but in the end he didn't say much, turned around and walked down the path down the mountain.

　　 Fu Dongliu sighed up to the sky, and suddenly slapped himself fiercely, his eyes were tearful, but there was no face at all, and he went back to Yang Jian.

　　 What the **** is this!

　　 "The elder of Star Picker is here quickly! Send Brother Yang down the mountain! If anyone in the secret realm dares to murder him, I will kill them!"

　　 After saying this, he went up to the sky and screamed, full of grief and anger.

"Humph!"

　　 Qinglian snorted coldly, staring at the back of Yang Jian leaving alone.

　　 Under the palm of his 50% cultivation base, he was injured, clutching his chest, and walking slowly.

　　 In the moonlight, his back is so stubborn at this moment.