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In a moment, many people made way for Yangtian, as if they were afraid of him.

It's no wonder that if Fang Xiaowu is the "plague god", then Yangtian is the "god of death".

The plague god is terrifying, but the god of death is even more terrifying, and everyone must stay away.

I saw Yang Tian come forward, first glanced at Fang Xiaowu, and then fell on the two monks, the corners of his mouth raised slightly, and said with a smile: "Which of you two is the master of Wuhua?"

No one answered his question.

Fang Xiaowu originally wanted to talk to him, but when the words came to his lips, his heart moved, so he didn't say it, but wanted to see what he would do next.

"Since you two old monks are silent, then I'm welcome. ”

As he spoke, Yang Tian walked like clouds and water at his feet, and quickly walked to the front of the two monks, stretched out a finger, and gently inserted it between the two monks.

Bang!

The airflow vibrated slightly, and it was very low and depressing.

Suddenly, Master Wuhua and the monk were both pale in the face, blood flowed from the corners of their mouths, the stalemate was broken, and they all suffered internal injuries.

In fact, the internal injuries they suffered were not serious, and if it wasn't for Yang Tian's timely action, the consequences would only get worse and worse for them.

In other words, Yang Tian's sudden intervention invisibly helped them a great favor and freed them from the state of mental warfare.

The two monks didn't care about their injuries at all, but looked at Yangtian in surprise, as if they were looking at a monster.

Others didn't know the situation of their fight, but the two of them knew, with their situation at the time, except for the peerless powerhouses at the peak level of martial arts, no matter how clever the monk was, it was impossible for him to act like nothing after breaking their deadlock.

However, the strength that Yang Tian has now realized is like a peerless powerhouse at the peak level of martial arts, which is also incredible.

How exactly does Yangtian do it?

"Which one is the Master of Flowers?" Yang Tian asked, regardless of what the two monks thought of him.

"The poor monk is. Master Wuhua said.

"Okay, I'm going to crack your game. "Yang Tiandao.

Master Wuhua glanced at the monk, and before he could speak, he suddenly saw that the monk stood up automatically, took a few steps back, stretched out his hand to Yang Tian and said, "Donor, please." ”

When Yang Tian saw it, he didn't give in, so he sat down on the seat where the monk had been.

Master Wuhua quickly put the chess game back in place and asked, "I don't know the name of the child?"

Yang Tian smiled: "My name is Yang Tian. ”

Master Wuhua's expression changed slightly, and he said, "It turns out that the prince is the famous Yang Tianyang Gongzi, and the poor monk is disrespectful." ”

Yang Tian smiled and didn't say anything, just picked up a black chess piece and played it on the chessboard.

Master Wuhua was slightly surprised when he saw that he had made the right move, but his face was silent, and he silently picked up a white chess piece and put it on the chessboard.

When the two of them played back and forth for a while, Master Wuhua saw that every move of Yangtian was right, and couldn't help asking: "Yang Gongzi is superb in chess, I don't know who he learned from?"

Yang Tian smiled: "I don't know how to play chess at all. ”

Master Wuhua was stunned: "Young Master Yang doesn't know how to play chess?"

"Yes. ”

"Why is Yang Gongzi's chess skills so exquisite, and to this day, he is still a son. ”

"It's simple, I've seen this kind of game before. ”

As soon as these words came out, Master Wuhua immediately changed color and said, "You are ......"

Yang Tian said with a smile: "My family often fiddled with this chess game before I was born, and I watched a lot on the side, so I naturally understood a little." ”

"Who is the Commander?"

"Yang Tianlun. ”

Although Master Wuhua had heard the name Yang Tianlun for the first time, his intuition told him that Yang Tianlun was the person he was looking for.

In other words, the person who really wants to find Yang Tianlun is not him, but the lonely old man who wants him to play a chess game here.

At this moment, another person came to the top of the skyscraper, and it was Ying Bantang, the "Yin Demon" of the Demon Sect.

After Ying Bantang came up, his eyes swept coldly, and then he walked up step by step.

He said as he walked: "Yangtian, do you think you will be fine if you run to this suspended mountain? The old man told you that even if you escape to the edge of the sky, no one will be able to save you." For the sake of your master's face, the old man will not arrest you, as long as you obediently follow the old man, the old man will not embarrass you. ”

Yang Tian glanced back at Ying Bantang and said with a smile: "Old man Ying, you have been chasing me for so many days, don't you still give up?"

Ying Bantang saw that he was here at this time, his mouth was still so hard, so he said coldly: "You don't know what to do in this later life, the old man chases you, that's for your good, you don't want to be cheap and sell well." ”

Yang Tian smiled: "You said that you chased me for my good, I want to ask you, what kind of good method is this?"

Ying Bantang seemed to have some concerns, and said it directly, but said: "If you want to know the answer, leave the suspended mountain with the old man first." ”

Yang Tian shook his head and said, "This is the first time I've come to this suspended mountain, how can I just go? Besides, I'm about to crack the chess game of Master Wuhua, and I can get the legendary fairy grass later, don't destroy my Yaxing." ”

Ying Bantang stopped, first looked at Master Wuhua, and then glanced at the monk on the side, as if he knew everything, and his face changed slightly.

Immediately, he said lightly: "The so-called immortal grass is just a lie to deceive people, if there is really any immortal grass in the world, why should people work hard to cultivate?"

Hearing this, Master Wuhua smiled and said, "Lord Ying, are you laughing at the poor monk?"

Ying Bantang said: "Master Wuhua, Ying has no intention of going against you, but for Ying, I really don't believe that you will have fairy grass." ”

"Why don't you believe it?"

"If you really have fairy grass, why don't you take it yourself, but set up a chess game here?"

These words asked the questions that many people wanted to ask, including Fang Xiaowu, who wanted to see how Master Wuhua answered.

Master Wuhua smiled: "It's not a secret, the poor monk does have fairy grass, but the fairy grass is not the poor monk's, so the poor monk has no right to dispose of ......"

"If it's not yours, then whose is it?"

"It is a master of the world, and it is this master of the world that asks the poor monk to play a chess game here and find a destined person. ”

"Master Wuhua, what you said is getting more and more outrageous, even if there is really a master outside the world you said, then why doesn't he take the fairy grass himself?"

Master Wuhua thought for a while, and suddenly smiled: "It may be that this master doesn't need immortal grass anymore. ”

Ying Bantang laughed and said, "If this is the case, then the worldly master you are talking about should be an immortal, because only immortals don't need immortal grass." You must know that even if you are a peerless powerhouse at the peak level of martial arts, if you have immortal grass in your body, you can't give it to others, but use immortal grass to protect yourself, so that you have more hope of success when you cross the tribulation. ”