The Legend of Honghuang Erlang

Yang Jian really didn't expect that this matter would be so big that it even made him worry about his safety.

Not to mention that Fu Dongliu would care so much about the few sword moves he had accidentally comprehended.

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

With an anxious look on his face, Fu Dongliu pulled Yang Jianfei into the gate of the secret realm, almost forgetting about the little princess.

Before he had time to introduce this small world of secrets to Yang Jian, Fu Dongliu used his full strength, skimming over many peaks, and advanced a hundred miles in an instant, pulling Yang Jian and the little princess down to a peak.

Before his feet touched the ground, Fu Dongliu yelled:

"Zhaixing Peak Commander! All the peak masters and elders of the peaks of our Pingtian Sword Sect, please come to the main hall of Zhaixing Peak to discuss matters! Hurry up and invite the head to come!"

It seems that this Senior Fu's status is definitely not low, he should be the peak master of Zhaixing Peak.

Naturally, Yang Jian had never heard of this sect, and he was only slightly moved in his heart. After all, this is a world where the aura has dissipated, and he did not expect such a great sect to remain.

Great sect? Yang Jian was somewhat misunderstood...

In the prehistoric world, the truly profound cultivators with a forest of masters have at least thousands of miles of land and hundreds of peaks and forests.

What's more, if one wants to be the master of the peak or the elder of such a big sect, one's cultivation level is not enough to become an immortal, at least it is on the level of a true immortal.

Gossip less, let's get down to business.

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

This hall is not very spacious, it is somewhat similar to those Taoist temples that Yang Jian visited in his previous life. There are several statues enshrined in the hall, which should be the ancestors of this sect.

In addition, some futons, a few murals, most of the pillars with the red lacquer missing, almost all of this hall.

"Where are the disciples on duty in the palace!" Fu Dongliu yelled, and two female disciples in Taoist robes and carrying long swords kowtowed forward, calling them 'Peak Lord'.

Fu Dongliu couldn't hide his excitement at this time, and shouted: "You two take this girl to settle down and take good care of her. I'll arrange her apprenticeship after this place is over!"

The two female disciples were not Fu Dongliu's true biography. Hearing that Fu Dongliu was so solemn at this time, they naturally felt that this sad-looking girl would join Fu Dongliu's sect, so they didn't dare to be careless, and gently pulled the little princess out of the hall.

Fu Dongliu turned around and looked at Yang Jian, the divine light in those eyes made Yang Jian feel a little nervous...

"Fellow Daoist, do you still remember Brother Yang's three tricks?"

"Of course I remember," Yang Jian nodded slightly.

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

"Hahaha! It's really the Immortal Sword of Heaven!"

Suddenly, a woman's snort came from outside the door: "You disturbed people's dreams in the middle of the night, what kind of shady schemes are you doing!"

Fu Dongliu just laughed at the words, took a step back, and sat on a futon, as if on purpose, leaving Yang Jian standing alone in the center of the hall.

A white shadow came across the moonlight, and the blue hair was like a waterfall, ethereal like a fairy.

When this woman approached, Yang Jian's eyes lit up, and he praised in his heart:

'What a fairy! '

This has the bones of a fairy, and the grass is stained with light dust.

If there is no light dust falling, I am only afraid of the man in the moon.

This Juechen woman landed outside the hall, and she was only wearing straw sandals. Her figure couldn't be described by secular words like 'tall' or 'thin'. She really had the bones of a fairy, and her proportions were almost perfect.

She was wearing a tube top white dress, as if she was awakened from her sleep, so she flew here.

But even if she is dressed coolly, who can call her a demon or call her charming? That was interpreting the beauty of this world, making people feel that it would be a pity to cover it up.

The long hair is scattered, it is really three thousand black silk;

Lifting her jade feet lightly, she was in front of Yang Jian in a blink of an eye.

"Look again, and I'll dig out your eyes."

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

One small foot was put down casually, the other jade leg was curled up, and the arm was placed on the knee casually, looking chic and unrestrained, but this posture carried another artistic conception.

"excuse me."

Yang Jian's eyes quickly returned to clarity, he felt ashamed, and cupped his hands at the woman.

"Hahaha!" Fu Dongliu said with a smile: "This is my little junior sister, and also the peak master of Wuwang Peak! Qing Lian, I will explain about this little brother later, and wait for other senior brothers to come."

"En." Qinglian Peak Master just responded softly, took a wine jar casually, and drank there in small sips.

Yang Jian didn't look much, and sat down on the futon next to Fu Dongliu, quietly waiting for the arrival of a 'senior' from Pingtian Jianmen.

Not long after, more than 30 people gathered in the hall, half of them were gray-haired old men, and half of them were middle-aged people like Fu Dongliu. After the last old man sat on the futon, Fu Dongliu stood up.

First of all, he made a bow to a tall and thin middle-aged Taoist, calling him senior brother, then turned around and bowed to the elders and peak masters twice before opening his mouth.

"I'll make a long story short..."

At that moment, Fu Dongliu recounted the process of him wielding a sword to eliminate demons and getting acquainted with Yang Jian, and also focused on Yang Jian's origin.

"This little brother was placed in the barren mountains by his master to practice and practice. I'm afraid I can't imagine the cultivation of that senior."

Fu Dongliu was protecting Yang Jian. After all, Fu Dongliu was not the only one who had the final say in the family, for fear that someone would have ill intentions towards Yang Jian.

The quality of open-mindedness is not possessed by everyone.

What if an elder pops up and accuses Yang Jian of holding the secret of their Pingtian Sword Gate, what should be done to Yang Jian's disadvantage?

Fu Dongliu said in advance that Yang Jian had a "very background", and these people dared not have delusions anymore.

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

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

Fu Dongliu told about Yang Jian's previous punch, and the group of people immediately changed their colors. Many people looked at Yang Jian with complicated eyes, and after realizing that this young man seemed to be "normal", they became a little more jealous.

Fu Dongliu didn't talk too much nonsense, he directly signaled the surroundings to be silent, and then cupped his hands to Yang Jian and said:

"Fellow Daoist, please give me a demonstration."

"Well," Yang Jian was very calm at this time, not surprised by favor or insult, got up and walked to the hall, closed his eyes, and slowly searched for the feeling before.

Eighty-nine Xuangong was running, and there was a mysterious aura floating around Yang Jian.

The woman on the beam was originally looking outside the hall, but when this aura appeared, she just lowered her head and stared at Yang Jian with a little curiosity in her eyes.

But the other elders, the peak master, and even the sect leader all looked a little more solemn.

Mysterious skills startled the world, who would dare not respect them?

"I've never used a sword before, so I use sword fingers instead. Everyone, please pay attention."

Yang Jian raised his hand, moved his leg, and swayed his right hand with his sword finger. There was obviously no spiritual energy fluctuations around him, but a brilliance seemed to appear on his fingertips.

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

The punch he swung before actually extracted the essence of the three-stroke sword style and integrated it into one punch...

It's just that his cultivation base has not reached the peak, and the Bajiu Xuangong is only the first level, so he vomited blood because of the backlash.

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

A sword split the ground.

A sword leveled the sky.

One sword breaks the world!

After Yang Jian had practiced the three moves without any aura, he stood there and comprehended them carefully again, feeling a lot of emotion in his heart.

These three sword moves are broad and profound, so sharp, but they were created by a powerful person whom I have never heard of.

How many such existences are there in this splendid world with endless prehistoric times? How many existences surpassed the founder of this sword move?

Thinking of this, Yang Jian felt a little more yearning.

The cultivator who created such a sword move is already like this. What kind of scene should it be if the existence of such a series as the master really displays supernatural powers?

Yang Jian stood there without moving for a long time, and when he heard a few puffs, seven or eight of the figures sitting on the futon behind him vomited blood.

The rest of the twenty or so people still meditated with their eyes closed, their aura fluctuating.

Yang Jian's eyes blurred, and the figure on the beam fell in front of him, grabbing Yang Jian's shoulder directly.

Taking advantage of Fu Dongliu meditating there, the master of Qinglian Peak took Yang Jian away without hindrance, rushed out of the palace and flew into the sky...

Her movements were so fast, Yang Jian had just regained his senses when the figure had already appeared in the air and was being led by the woman to fly to another peak.

Opening his mouth, Night Breeze poured in, but Yang Jian couldn't say a word.

"Don't worry, you are kind to Pingtian Jianmen, I won't harm you, I just want you to practice alone for me a few times."

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

Is this a begging attitude?

Just giving orders!

Yang Jian was a little dumbfounded. Although he was angry in his heart, he couldn't express it. He could only write down the humiliation and "catch" him back in the future.

Taking a deep look at this unreasonably beautiful woman, I thought to myself...

When our little cicada grows up, he may not be as good as you!

Alas, the master said to be less involved in karma, but he completely forgot... If I knew this before, why did I show off?

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