At nine o'clock in the morning the next day, Yang Zhenzheng was sitting alone in the stone pavilion on the cliff and contemplating how to integrate the mystery of swordsmanship into his eagle claw skills.

A strange roar suddenly came from the bottom of the mountain, and in the roar, Yang Zhen heard the sound of weapons handing over and kept coming.

What happened?

Someone killed up the mountain? Or did Xiao Xiaoyu have infighting with Ren Feng, Poisonous Wolf Ximen and others?

Soon, Yang Zhen denied the second guess.

The strange roar rang out one after another, and each time it sounded, the distance was rapidly approaching the skyscraper at the top of the mountain.

Yang Zhen's gaze subconsciously looked at the only trail crossing in the upper mountain.

Soon, just a minute or two.

A crimson monster appeared on the cliff carrying a giant man in gold armor.

The monster has a red body, a dragon head and a horse body, and a whole body of red scale armor.

As soon as he rushed up the cliff, this guy looked up to the sky and roared again.

As soon as he reached the cliff, the golden-armored giant man jumped down from the unicorn beast.

"Aotian Demon God, hand over the secrets of "Wind God Legs" and "Cloud Palm", I will spare you from death."

The giant spirit god cut through the dust, and his eyes were like lightning shooting directly at Yang Zhen in the stone pavilion.

The tone is not small.

Yang Zhen put the "Sword Fighting" in his hand into his sleeve pocket, and then walked out of the stone pavilion step by step, separated from the dust by more than 20 meters, standing opposite each other.

As soon as Yang Zhen walked out of the stone pavilion, a few more people rushed up from under the mountain road.

- Tie Ren, Ren Feng, Poisonous Wolf Simon and Xiao Xiaoyu.

As for Xiaoshi and Nangong Shaoqi, probably because of their speed, they didn't appear at the first time.

"Brother Mu, let's kill this person together!"

"That's right, Brother Mu! We killed him together. Ximen, the poisonous wolf who had already taken back the primeval demon fox, echoed Tie Ren's proposal loudly.

"Hmph."

Ju Chen sneered and glanced back at the people, with a look of disdain in his eyes.

Then everyone's eyes focused on Yang Zhen.

Is it a siege or a solo fight? The decision is in Yang Zhen's hands. I believe that as long as Yang Zhen says "go together", Tie Ren, Ren Feng and others will definitely not hesitate.

With so many of them and Yang Zhen to fight together, it can almost be said that it is a sure thing.

At this moment, Nangong Shaoqi and Xiao Shi rushed up to the Sky Cliff in a hurry, followed by many newly recruited New Eagle Claw Sect disciples.

Unlike the original Eagle Claw Gate, Yang Zhen not only did not give them money when these disciples were included this time, but also charged each of them an entrance fee of one hundred taels of silver.

As soon as such a regulation came out, it immediately aroused countless criticisms, although the number of people who applied to join the new Eagle Claw Gate immediately decreased a lot. But in the end, there were thousands of players willing to accept this condition.

Yang Zhen asked Tie Ren, Ren Feng and others to select the best of these people and designate them as inner disciples.

The rest of them also charged a hundred taels, but they were designated as outer disciples, and they couldn't go directly to the Sky Cliff if they had nothing to do.

But even so, the number of people eager to join the new Eagle Claw Gate is still climbing.

Listening to Tieren's report in the morning, there were already 112 inner disciples selected.

Some of these people were on the mountainside this morning.

There are already more and more houses repaired on the mountainside.

At this time, these people all ran up the skyscraper cliff behind Nangong Shaoqi and Xiaoshi, and surrounded the skyscraper one by one as if they were lively, looking eagerly at Yang Zhen, who was standing opposite the giant spirit god.

Yang Zhen's gaze swept over their faces one by one.

Whether it is these newly recruited disciples, or Ren Feng, the poisonous wolf Simon and others, there is a look of expectation in their eyes.

What do they expect?

There is no need to ask, Yang Zhen also knows the answer.

These people all wanted to see the true kung fu of his Proud Demon God.

"Do you want to go it alone or together? Proud Demon God, decide quickly! Don't waste my time. ”

Dust cut-off is waiting impatiently.

"Brother Mu, let's make a move together, shall we?"

Tieren again proposed in the distance.

Yang Zhen smiled slightly, and then flicked the black cloak behind him. The claws slowly shone out.

"Click......"

With a crisp sound of the joints of the hands, the originally good hands turned into murderous claws again.

The crowd in the audience, some people felt boring, some people thought it was good-looking, when Yang Zhen's claws were revealed, the giant spirit god suddenly sneered, and the whole person suddenly rushed towards Yang Zhen's side.

"Three-point God Finger Broken Jade and Golden !!"

As he rampage this way, after cutting off the dust, his right index finger pointed out at Yang Zhen again and again.

But seeing the purple fingers flying off, Yang Zhen grabbed forward with his claws, and the claw shadows also flew out in the air, and these claw shadows collided with the purple fingers shot by the dust one by one, and after the collision, they scattered one by one and disappeared into invisibility.

And the purple energy of the dust interception is still shooting faster than a finger.

In an instant, I saw Yang Zhen like a trapped bird in a cage, dodging under the pressure of purple energy. The first move of the Wind God Leg's chasing the wind and catching the shadow, as soon as it was displayed, it avoided those fierce purple energy again and again.

How strong are these purple energies?

But after seeing that two of the fingers missed, they shot at the pavilion pillar of the stone pavilion behind Yang Zhen, and suddenly, the pavilion pillar that was hit by the purple energy was splashed with gravel, and there was only a distance of more than twenty meters between the two.

Although the battle at this moment was thrilling, it was extremely short, neither of them had hurt each other, and the two had already fought each other at close range.

The white mist of the two fists of the interceptor was clouded, and with each punch, a mist rushed straight in, and where the mist went, pieces of solid ice condensed out.

Yang Zhen's claws gripped his arms and chest again and again, but each time he only caught one claw of broken ice.

Frost Fist?

This is the Frost Fist?

Legend has it that the Frost Fist restrained the cloud palm.

Yang Zhen finally felt it, and his claws used the moves of the Cloud Palm to make a move, but he was always suppressed at a disadvantage.

As soon as his eyes moved, Yang Zhen's legs began to spread.

Aeolus legs!

From the place of its establishment, it was able to restrain the wind god legs of the Heavenly Frost Fist.

As soon as Fengshen's legs came out, he immediately beat the unprepared interception of dust back again and again.

But after he got used to it, he actually regained his disadvantage little by little.

Who made Yang Zhen's Fengshen leg far inferior to the eagle's claw.

The two exchanged more than 20 moves in an instant.

Seeing that the dust interception was about to regain the upper hand, Yang Zhen's tricks suddenly changed again.

Not only did Fengshen's legs and claws cooperate with alternate attacks, but Interception's moves often seemed to be expected by him, and one after another, his attacks happened to block Interception's attack route.

This situation quickly took hold.

In just a few moves, the interception of dust was clumsy, and Yang Zhen's legs and claws couldn't stop falling on him.

Seeing that he was about to gain the upper hand, not only was he completely lost, but his momentum was suppressed again and again.

I saw that under the combined attack of Yang Zhen's legs and claws like a divine help, he soon only had the ability to parry, and had no power to fight back.

After holding on for more than a dozen moves, he couldn't defend a single one, and finally grabbed a large piece of flesh from Yang Zhen's right claw on his neck.

Then a whip leg slammed down on his neck, and he suddenly became shorter.

At this time, Yang Zhen grabbed a large piece of flesh and blood on his neck with another claw.

This claw finally disintegrated all his combat power.

As soon as his left knee was weak, he knelt directly on one knee in front of Yang Zhen.

There was a convulsion in his throat, but he could not say a word again.

He tightly covered his neck with one hand that had lost two pieces of flesh, and the other was propped up on the ground, trying to raise his head, his eyes wide as he looked at Yang Zhen's still calm face.

Amidst the cheers around him, the huge body of the Dust Cutting Giant Spirit finally fell heavily to the ground.

(To be continued)