The main battlefield is not something that people of Yang Ming's level can participate in, but even if it is on the edge of the battlefield, it may not be without good things, especially when this time it is still attacking a force that has been sitting on the spirit ore vein for many years.

No one knows better than Yang Ming how big the benefits of raiding the family and destroying the door are, even if it is a world that is about to enter the end of the law, copying not a single Chishui Gang will make him fat and leak.

Antique calligraphy and paintings have no value in the main world, but gold and silver are still currency, plus those century-old medicinal materials, jade, etc., a small Chishui Gang's wealth should be enough to exchange for four or five spirit stones.

Don't think that there are very few four or five spirit stones, and the average person who wants to exchange for a spirit stone in the early days of the day after tomorrow will basically go bankrupt.

The forces in Shahe Town have been sitting in the spirit stone veins for many years, needless to say, they are also very fat.

Just as Yang Ming was thinking about how to get the most out of the battlefield when he returned to the main world, he only heard a scream from the coachman outside, accompanied by a terrible roar of the horses.

At that moment, as if the carriage had hit some obstacle, the carriage suddenly tilted sharply, and it looked like it was about to topple over.

But the carriage did not fall down after all, because Yang Ming had already pressed one hand on the seat, and that hand was slender and white as jade, and it didn't seem to have any strength.

But with Yang Ming's press, the carriage that was about to collapse suddenly became as stable as Mount Tai.

However, it is clear that this is only the first attack of the incoming people!

There was a muffled sound, accompanied by a sharp sound of breaking the air, the surrounding curtains suddenly shattered, and a cold light was reflected in Yang Ming's pupils from outside the carriage.

The angle is tricky, the speed is fast, and the rivers and lakes are rare.

With this hand, even if there is a first-class player in the rivers and lakes sitting in the carriage, I am afraid that he will die under this sword.

In the carriage, Yang Ming seemed to be frightened, sitting motionless on the seat.

The cold light flickered, and the sword aura was compelling, if this situation was replaced by Dugu Sheng, the world's number one master here, I am afraid that he would have to avoid his edge.

But at this moment, it was Yang Ming who was sitting in the carriage.

At some point, there was already a golden light in the carriage, and a faint golden bell shadow enveloped his whole body.

Bite!

The crisp sound of gold and iron echoed in the carriage, and the sharp long sword could not enter an inch in front of Yang Mingzhou's body, and the face of the attacker changed.

Sen Liang's silver light instantly shattered, and the attacker turned into a vague welcome, and the long sword in his hand also turned into thousands of silver snakes flying at this moment, swirling, like a meteor falling from the sky, and like an endless white butterfly dancing, enveloping Yang Mingzhou's body, and every streamer hit his vital point.

"It deserves to be a world-famous meteor butterfly sword, it's really powerful!"

Yang Ming's face was also a little moved, just this sword technique, placed in the main world, is enough to dominate in the late stage of many forging bodies, and even some acquired realm martial artists, it is not as powerful as his first sword technique.

The sword qi was full, and the silver light was flying, the windows of the car suddenly exploded, and the roof of the car was torn apart by the sharp sword qi.

It was as if a bomb had exploded throughout the carriage, and wood chips flew all over the sky with white flashes.

In an instant, the person who came had already stabbed out nine hundred and eighty-one swords, each of which contained extremely sharp sword energy, enough to pierce a big hole for any master in the rivers and lakes.

However, Yang Ming sat aside and let someone attack him, but there was not the slightest scar on his body.

"It's a pity, the difference in skill is too great......." Yang Ming sighed leisurely.

Withdraw!

Burst!

The sword light was still flickering in the air, but the person who came had already withdrawn the long sword without hesitation, and his body exploded, and the fading sword light in the air seemed to be frozen in the air, which showed how fast this person's light skills were.

However, he is fast, Yang Ming is faster!

"Can you go......

The sound of the voice sounded in his ears, and the attacker only felt the hairs on his whole body, as if he had fallen into a cold winter ice cave at that moment.

A palm as white as jade shattered the sword light at some point, and the vigorous energy suddenly expanded in his pupils.

"Stop——!" a majestic voice came out urgently.

However, before his words fell, Yang Ming's palm had already fallen.

There was a crisp click, and the attacker let out a muffled snort, his head tilted in the air, and he twisted his back under the impact of the remaining strength, and the whole person spun like a dead snake and fell to the side of the road, causing a puff of smoke and dust.

"I'm sorry you said it too late to take it away. Yang Ming turned his head, his gaze fell on the monk who had just spoken, and smiled slightly.

I don't know when, Yang Ming's more than a dozen people in different clothes have surrounded him one after another, each of them has a deep breath, steady steps, and thick calluses on the hands holding weapons, obviously a rare good hand in this Jianghu.

Coupled with the good momentum exuded by standing there casually, it is obviously not a nobody.

"How daring!"

At this time, the more than a dozen martial arts people who surrounded Yang Ming all showed surprise on their faces, but they were surprised and angry at Yang Ming, as if they had seen some heinous scum.

Among these people, the leader is a monk with a national face.

The monk abstained from anger and anger, but the monk's hand holding the Buddha beads kept trembling, and he kept chanting Amitabha Buddha to reveal his uncalm heart.

"Good evil obstacle, I was going to spare your life, but now it seems that the demon is an evil demon after all!"

The monk's voice was loud and loud, like a Buddhist door with angry eyes, pointing to the corpse on the ground and shouting:

"Do you know who he is?"

"I'm sorry, I really don't know. Yang Ming smiled apologetically.

The monk was choked by Yang Ming, his anger was blocked in his chest, and he pointed at Yang Ming and trembled, obviously extremely angry.

"He is a benevolent and generous family on the rivers and lakes, and he is a crane Taoist who saves people and makes fires!

"Hahaha!"

Yang Ming laughed, laughing so hard that his stomach hurt and tears were about to fall.

"Hide your head and show your tail, the secret arrow hurts people, a good house is kind-hearted, and a good one saves people and doesn't count thousands of families making fires!"

Yang Ming slowly stood up and looked condescendingly at the dozen or so people in front of him:

"Shaolin Temple, Wudang Sect, Xuanyin Sect, Sky Eagle Sect, Sword Rain Tower, Nine Swords Gate....... This famous sect in the rivers and lakes has all come, I don't remember what kind of grudge I have with you, and you think so highly of me?"

"Hmph, you know what you do!"

"It is useless to talk too much!

Several people stepped forward, pointing at Yang Ming and angrily reprimanding.

At this time, the monk who was the leader also had a sad face:

"Put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha on the spot, no matter how difficult it is to demons, the Buddha can't blame the disciples for killing the precepts for a while!"

Looking at the murderous crowd, Yang Ming showed a mocking look on his face:

"It's inexplicable, but it's exactly what I want!"

Sen Han's tone swept away in an instant, and the surroundings seemed to fall into the middle of winter at that moment.......