The Legend of Honghuang Erlang

"Hehe, isn't this Erlang Xiansheng, Qingyuan Miaodao True Monarch? After fighting with the most powerful, come here for a while?"

As soon as Yang Jian entered the place of sword testing, a slightly joking laugh came from the side. The empty old man transformed into a mirage dragon came with his hands behind his back, and he was walking with a figure-of-eight gait, which was full of air.

"Senior is in a good mood," Yang Jian suddenly smiled and narrowed his eyes.

Mirage Dragon Kong Wu laughed, restrained his complacency a little bit, but couldn't help but curl his mouth, "I'm in a good mood, let's see, what's changed in this place of sword testing?"

Variety?

Yang Jian looked down, and didn't feel any difference from his last visit.

If we talk about changes, the first 16 floors of the sword-testing place are already empty, and dozens of people are gathered on the 17th floor, and there are people who keep attacking the 18th hurdle.

After the eighteenth pass, the monks were also in twos and threes, and before the twenty-fifth pass, dozens of people gathered there...

"It should have been nearly four hundred years since I left, and less than 20% of them chose to give up, which is really good," Yang Jian nodded with a smile, but Mirage Dragon smiled without saying a word.

Yang Jian saw several familiar figures again, including Huang Tianhua and Mu Zha...

Those who remained in the first batch have already reached the twenty-ninth level, and the rest have left.

Most of the monks with outstanding aptitude, if not for their amazing talents, great perseverance, great wisdom, and great supernatural powers, would have been able to persist in the place of sword testing for five or six hundred years.

Mirage Dragon reminded: "Six people have already entered the second half."

"Oh?" Yang Jian's spiritual consciousness spread towards the depths of the starry sky, and flew there at the same time as the mirage dragon.

As soon as he left, Yang Jian stared.

He thought that Zixia couldn't hold on anymore and was sent out, that quasi-sacred little fairy dancing in the way of the sword...

"What's going on?" Yang Jian frowned and looked at Mirage Dragon, "But you secretly raised the realm for her?"

"It's not true, I'm afraid you don't know what kind of apprentice you have taught yourself," Milong sighed with emotion, and made a gesture of invitation to the front. Yang Jian went with him to the place where Zixia was at this time, and hid outside the place where the sword was tested, watching Zixia.

She was currently fighting in the place where she was going through the barrier, surrounded by phantoms, but she responded very calmly, her figure seemed to be dancing lightly, without being stained by dust or leaving any flaws.

This is my disciple?

Leaving aside the realm of cultivation, she has only entered this place for a few hundred years, and she has an indescribable spirit of a fairy.

With a flamboyant body and a curling look, she really looks like a fairy walking out of a painting.

Suddenly, the light of the sword appeared, as if a scorching sun broke through the endless darkness, and she stood among thousands of rays of light, holding the sword and crossing thousands of mountains, skipping the vicissitudes of life with one glance.

This sword intent, this temperament...

Yang Jian felt that his apprentice might also have awakened the memory of his previous life, like the reincarnation of an ancient sage like Lady Yunxiao.

That's not right, Yun Xiao was originally born in the prehistoric world, not the reincarnation of an ancient sage; if my apprentice carefully understands it, he can still find that she is still a little fairy who is occasionally mischievous.

"She has benefited the most from all the lands where she has entered the sword test, and she is also the one who cultivates the Tao the fastest," the self-satisfaction in Mirage Dragon's words seemed a bit like introducing his own fairy.

Yang Jian couldn't help laughing, staring at Zixia's figure, and then heaved a sigh of relief.

"No matter what, it is her fate that she can achieve what she is today."

"I'm afraid you came back too early. If you come back a few months later, after another three or four hundred years here, she will reach the pinnacle of swordsmanship and become another rising generation of your prehistoric people."

Yang Jian couldn't help laughing, but he couldn't refute at this time, after all, Zixia's progress lies here, and no one can say whether she can continue to be successful in the future.

But all the while, Yang Jian, the master, was quite pleased.

Although he didn't spend too much time with Zixia, and he couldn't take Zixia by his side to teach him a few times, he actually felt sorry for this disciple in his heart.

There is no way, he has only practiced Taoism for a long time, and he has to do so many things...

After all, it was a bit of luck that he didn't bury his little disciple.

Mirage Dragon said: "Where did you find this apprentice?"

"By the Weishui River," Yang Jian just finished speaking, as if thinking of something, he looked at Zixia a little more curiously.

If it is said that he has had good luck and good luck along the way, then when he plotted against Jiang Shang and took the position of Envoy of the Gods, almost 10% of the calamity of the world was entangled in him.

Under such circumstances, he accepted Zixia as his apprentice, and he was the only formal disciple so far besides Fang Cunshan and his party...

Calculating carefully, it seems that Fairy Zixia's extraordinaryness has already been revealed in the dark.

At that time, the Weishui River had a whim, and even named this little girl Zixia with some evil intentions. Looking at it now, I found a good disciple.

Just as she was thinking, Zixia held the fairy sword but was repulsed by a few powerful demons. She immediately changed her moves and started to walk left and right. She performed various moves that contained rich sword intent, as if she was singing and singing with swords.

While pleasing to the eye, it is also powerful.

With Zixia's comprehension and the Dao of Sword left by the Master Tongtian, what height can she reach in the future?

I don't dare to say that it is too difficult to become a saint. Only the understanding is afraid that it will be difficult.

But with a little training, I am afraid that he will have the strength to fight the saint.

"Not bad, not bad," Yang Jian nodded lightly, said two good things in a row, and finally gave his eyes to several people on the other roads.

Mirage complacently led Yang Jian around. While Yang Jian was in a good mood, he felt that his Taoist wounds that had not fully healed had recovered a lot.

The shackles are completely removed, and ninety percent of the eighty-nine profound arts are deduced, and he is already the Monkey King of the quasi-sage peak state;

The stronger the lotus path, the more the spirit treasure and itself are constantly changing, and it is Nezha who has merged with a newly promoted twelfth-grade white jade lotus;

The thunder is in charge, the thunder roars and all things are created, and the endless thunder pool can already be used to deduce the thunder shock with all kinds of spirits;

The Six Realms of Reincarnation, whose face is somewhat similar to that of Empress Houtu, but Liuya who has also reached the perfection of quasi-sacred realm;

And Wei Hu, who had just stepped into this place not long ago, broke through the twenty-ninth level by relying on his own perseverance, and his cultivation level is not weak.

The few people who had placed high hopes at the beginning really did not disappoint Yang Jian and the saints.

Sun Wukong already has the posture of a god of war. Under the golden cudgel, even a great saint would not be able to defeat him easily; his not-so-burly figure can already hold up a world in the future battles.

Lei Zhenzi is neither arrogant nor impetuous. Although he does not particularly highlight his own "material", he has rare understanding, aptitude, and morality. As soon as the Thunder Road comes out, where can thousands of demons escape!

Nezha has his own lotus path, good fortune and endless Qingming skills, his temperament has become more and more outstanding, and his supernatural powers have become more powerful. In fact, it has only been six or seven hundred years since he entered this place, but Nezha seems to have experienced six to seventy thousand years.

As for Liu Ya...

Yang Jian also doesn't know why she chose the most mysterious and ethereal Dao of Taiqing. She clearly has the supreme mysteries of the six reincarnations, but she is still comprehending the law of yin and yang.

But her cultivation is not weaker than that of Lei Zhenzi, and she closely follows the steps of these people.

As for my precious apprentice...

In the later cultivation base of the quasi-sage, the peak of the quasi-sage has begun to comprehend the realm of enlightenment, and her own avenue has begun to manifest into a real thing-the sword in her hand.

In a few hundred years, when she leaves this place, she will definitely be a peerless sword fairy who astonishes the world!

Yang Jian was in a good mood, and he was about to drink with Milong, but Milong could only refuse with a wry smile...

This old senior also has a sense of responsibility now. If he gets drunk and gets drunk, and there is any deviation in the place where he presides over the sword test, it is really not a trivial matter.

"It's just that you have to remember that Sun Wukong can't get too much training from me now. His cultivation level has infinitely approached me. Now I can only fight him with the number of phantoms, but he cultivates the body, and the siege has little effect."

The mirage dragon said in a deep voice, while Yang Jian thought for a while, took five drops of donated blood, and condensed it into an avatar.

"Use my avatar to practice with him."

"Okay," Mirage Dragon didn't refuse, and threw Yang Jian, the avatar whose face and breath had been specially modified, into the place where the sword was tested.

Yang Jian said: "Is there anything else I can help you with? But it's okay."

"It's gone, when will you get another batch of little guys in?"

Yang Jian couldn't help laughing, "Are you still addicted?"

"This place is empty, so it's good to have some fun for me," Mirage Dragon smiled, suddenly remembered something, and said, "By the way, that monkey said before he entered the second half that he wanted his second junior brother to come here to practice, and your third uncle agreed."

"Oh?" Yang Jian raised his eyebrows, then nodded lightly, "Alright, after I recover from my injuries, I will prepare the third batch of people who will enter this place, maybe a hundred?"

"It can be two hundred, but this is the limit I can handle, otherwise I can't control the strength at will, and it would be unbeautiful to really hurt their lives in the illusion."

Yang Jian responded with a smile, seeing Milong like this, he did what he could do for Honghuang.

It is obvious that he is a primordial heterogeneity that survived from the ancient times, but he is here to contribute so much to the prehistoric world. What kind of spirit is this? This is a kind of Hongmeng humanitarianism...

Cough, do business.

Yang Jianfei went to the deepest part of the sword-testing place, taking advantage of the thousand-fold faster flow of time here to recover from his injuries quickly.

Not long after, several saints also entered this place, setting up the unfinished second half of the sword test site, while the leader of Tongtian was secretly teaching Zixia swordsmanship, completely ignoring the fact that Yang Jian, the master, was here.

In the third batch of candidates, Yang Jian already had several names.

For example, Wang Lingguan from the original Heavenly Court, and Canopy, who also threw his head and blood during the war, and was said to be working hard for the next nest in Gao Laozhuang after the war, these are all worthy people, but their qualifications and understanding are much worse than Nezha and the others.

They should be given this chance anyway.

For other candidates, let's choose from those who made great contributions in the last war.

After making up his mind, Yang Jian wasn't in a hurry, anyway, Xu Mo's injury had been deepened, and the initiative largely returned to him.

A great man once said that fighting against the sky is a great joy;

It's almost like this when he fights against the strongest...

However, there is always a haze in Yang Jian's heart; there is also a heart disease hidden in the hearts of the saints.