The Legend of Honghuang Erlang

　　The faster the pace and the closer you walk, the more you can hear the loud voices from the top of the mountain, so the more hurried you are.

　　 If Qinglian was killed by Young Master Xiao, Yang Jian would be in trouble!

　　 said lightly, but it will leave a little regret, and can not punish the enemy;

　　 But to put it more seriously, this is against my heart and prevents my thoughts from being smooth. Maybe there is nothing now, and it will definitely affect my peak in the future!

　　 If it's too late, Yang Jian is afraid that he will look for Young Master Xiao to care about it!

　　 Walking like flying vigorously, Yang Jian rushed to a wide stone stairway. The stone stairway was full of messy footprints and many damages from battles, which happened not long ago.

　　 The shouts, shouts, and roar of fighting are just ahead!

　　 Only two leaps, the figure soars into the sky like an arrow!

　　 Qinglian!

　　Brother is here!

　　 This should have been the words when I couldn't wait to meet my sweetheart, but at this time it became a cry for revenge.

　　嗖!

　　 Yang Jian rushed to the height of ten feet high on the top of the mountain platform, but found that there were two more dark clouds in his eyes.

　　 A group of people flies in the air, either with various flying magic weapons, or standing in the air with their own cultivation base, there are almost a hundred people.

　　 A group of people piled up on the side of the entrance of the mountain top square at the end of the stone steps. I am afraid that there are no fewer than a thousand people standing in the dark. The loud voice comes from this group of people.

　　 Yang Jian just rushed to the height between the two groups, and he could see that in the practice field of Pingtian Sword Gate, two figures were in the midair, blasting each other with magic weapons.

　　 It was precisely because the magic weapon was too loud for the two bangers, it directly obscured the movement of Yang Jian rushing up.

　　 Yang Jian hasn't the ability to float in the air yet, the second stage of the Eighty-Nine Profound Art cannot use magic weapons.

　　 He fell straight to the ground, and then rushed towards the crowd in front of him a little anxiously.

　　 And even if someone saw him in the air, he still regarded him as a casual cultivator to join in the fun and help the punches. Few people looked at him more.

　　Isn't most of the piles on the ground and the ones flying above the trouble of coming here to level the Heavenly Sword Gate because of a word from Young Master Xiao?

　　 "Ah, please give me a favor."

　　 Yang Jian said something embarrassingly at the end of the crowd.

　　 The two guys who stood on tiptoe to watch the excitement turned their heads and glanced at him, and cursed a little impatiently: "Find another place by yourself! If you stay far away, you won't see it at all!"

　　 "Do you understand the rules of monks! I think you are the way to die, brother!"

　　 Yang Jian curled his mouth, raised his hand and grabbed the collars of the two of them. He didn't dare to use too much effort, and gently picked up the two of them and put them behind him.

　　 Then he took a big step, his arms stretched into the gap between the two people in front of him, and with such a slight shake, a big gap appeared in front of him.

　　 The cultivators glared at Yang Jian, but before they could say anything, they froze back.

　　 Originally, they didn't feel anything when they were being dialed and pulled away, but when they watched from behind or from the side, they could see Yang Jian as if they were walking with clouds and flowing water, without any pause in their movements.

　　 Most of those who can live for a long time, can manage their own mouths, and are sensitive to danger.

　　 Although Yang Jian did not have a cold murderous in his body, there was a kind of warfare that made these people fearful...

　　 What's more, Yang Jian also kept saying there:

　　 "Thank you for trouble."

　　 "Thank you very much."

　　 "Sorry, I have something urgent to go over."

　　 These words of apologizing are also regarded as giving face to these monks.

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

　　 One of them was the Fairy Qinglian. At this time, her imperial commander used a white long sword to suppress an old man holding a blood-colored long streamer, and she was already holding the victory.

　　 just right, when she fights this one, she will play next one herself.

　　 At the last figure, Yang Jian yelled inertially: "Excuse me, I'm going to be in a hurry."

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

　　 The old man was originally plain, and there was no terrible aura. When Yang Jian lightly patted the back of his hand on his arm, the old man seemed to be an unsheathed sword, and a sharp and cold aura locked Yang Jian.

　　 Yang Jian was stunned and looked up;

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

　　 The eyes of the two met, the warning in the old eyes of the old man was very strong, and his legs were like rooting, but they didn't move.

　　 And the apology in Yang Jian's eyes... is also very strong.

　　 used 20% of his power on his hand, the old man was caught off guard against Yang Jian's afterburner, and the whole person was pushed one foot horizontally, and Yang Jian walked towards the front sideways.

　　 "Sorry, sorry, I'm in a hurry. Uh, why is there a chair?"

　　 Yang Jian stopped and happened to stand where the old man had stood.

　　 The handsome young man sitting on the chair also looked behind him, and found that when the old man disappeared, his small face suddenly turned white and his pupils contracted subconsciously.

　　 But Yang Jian saw that there was still a big gap beside the chair, and then squeezed the other person away and stepped directly onto the open space in the field.

　　 "So courageous!" Only then did the old man in Tsing Yi recover.

what happened?

　　 He was pushed away by this young man just now?

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

　　 If this young man is here to assassinate his little son, wouldn't it be that he was careless to make way for the killer!

　　 The old man in Tsing Yi was about to yell at that time, but the only boy in the field who had a chair in the field shouted in a low voice: "Uncle Wu!"

　　 The old man in Tsing Yi was not an ordinary monk, he immediately calmed down, and stood vigilantly behind the young man, his eyes fixed on Yang Jian.

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

　　 The anger in his gaze ignited, then gradually extinguished, turning into a cold.

　　 It's hot, but it's a fighting spirit!

"it is good!"

　　 A crowd of casual cultivators suddenly applauded, but it was because Qing Lian had pierced the Scarlet Long Banner with a sword, and had already occupied the greatest advantage.

Most of these casual cultivators are to join in the fun, come in front of the mysterious Young Master Xiao to have a familiar face and ask for a chance. It is not an absolute opposition to the Pingtian Sword Sect. Therefore, it is a good temper for Qinglian at this time. Act of.

　　Yang Jian: What's so good, the evil lady Qinglian is obviously a bit stronger than her opponent, and she is also a cruel master, why doesn't she win?

　　 Suddenly, his heart was throbbing, as if an ancient fierce beast was watching him behind him, as if he was about to swallow himself.

　　 Yang Jian couldn't help but turned his head and glanced, and suddenly realized that it was the old man he had just pushed.

　　 Alas, I was busy rushing over, but I also ran into the opponent; and I could only push away with 20% strength, so I must be a great monk, so I shouldn't be 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 that there was nothing unusual, he blushed and staggered his gaze.

　　 He can't bother with a mortal monk.

　　 Yang Jian looked at the handsome boy in the seat a few more times, and the handsome boy was actually looking at him.

　　 The young man sat there with a smile and nodded, taking advantage of the silence of the surrounding applause, and simply asked: "Come for this beauty?"

　　 "Well," Yang Jian nodded solemnly.

　　 "Wonderful, wonderful," the young man shook his head and exclaimed in admiration. If someone else does this kind of action, it must be very artificial.

　　 But this handsome boy made it very natural, and it made people look comfortable.

　　 "Dare to ask your name?"

　　Yang Jian replied: "I don't dare to be a 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 man smiled and shook his head, with a folding fan out of thin air in his hand, lightly hitting the palm of his hand, as if talking to himself...

　　 "Humanity is a beauty and a disaster, how can I know that she has deep and righteousness. When the beautiful woman's school is overturned, she fought hard to come and support. It is really priceless love and love."

　　 When this young man spoke and commented on Yang Jian, the mid-air battle also had results.

　　 The body of the long banner was pierced by a sword shadow, and it was so cold that it would fall from the sky due to serious injuries.

　　 There were seven or eight figures on Yang Jian’s head and they were about to respond immediately, and Fu Dongliu yelled out loudly on the side of Pingtian Swordsman: "Little Junior Sister, please be merciful! There is still room for relief today!"

　　 But the Qing Lian snorted coldly, and it became even worse, spawning dozens of sword shadows, and blasted towards the blood flag master!

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

　　 "Uncle!"

　　 "Damn Pingtian Sword Gate! Damn!"

　　 "Master!"

　　 There was crying in the crowd, and the group of casual cultivators who had been applauded by UU Reading www.uukanshu.com were also silent at this time, and the air was very depressed.

　　 "This girl is a bit vicious too!"

　　 "The Poison Sword Fairy is indeed well-deserved. It seems that there is going to be a big battle today."

　　 "I'd better not take this muddy water while I wait."

　　 These casual cultivators were obviously shocked, and in the air, the cultivators from other sects were all silent. Several people wanted to rush to fight Qinglian desperately, but they were held tightly by the same door.

　　 Yang Jian looked at the fairy in the sky, her feather robe was like a fairy, her sword was stained with blood, and her eyes were flat on the sky, like a beautiful sword standing between the sky and the earth, proud of the sky.

　　 Sword bone, sword body, Megatron Qianxiong.

　　 I heard the little boy smile and said, "This beautiful fairy is also very powerful. He is a talent for killing and decisively."

　　 Yang Jian nodded when he heard the words.

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

　　 Yang Jian is more inferior to her in terms of xinxing, and is more like a mortal with joy, anger, sorrow and joy.

　　 But what's wrong with Fanxin?

　　 A person who pursues the so-called detachment of the state of mind, but also failed.

　　 He is Yang Jian, he is destined to be no ordinary monk, and his path is different.

　　 Fairy Qinglian opened her thin lips slightly, and just said: "Who else?" All the casual cultivators couldn't speak.

　　 The only sitting young man frowned and looked at a gray-robed old man on the left. He was about to signal the old man to take action and suppress the woman, but he heard a light laugh from the front...

　　 Yang Jian took a step and walked into the court.

　　 Ling felt unharmed, Qing Lian could not bring him a sense of crisis at this time;

　　 And the fighting spirit in his heart burned, and he was about to melt the piece of ice standing in the air.

　　 "I, a battle."