Yang Jian had already decided to overthrow that Heavenly Court when he was very young.

He is a rare genius in a thousand years, even if it is such a difficult exercise as eight or nine Xuangong, he has been trained by him.

In less than ten years, he almost cultivated to a scattered immortal.

Assuming that he was not practicing eight or nine Xuan Gong, but other exercises, he might have been a scattered immortal a long time ago.

Of course, with his current realm, even if he has eight or nine Xuangong protections, there is not the slightest possibility of saving his mother, let alone confronting Heavenly Court.

But he was still very young, and no one could imagine what he would be like in another ten or even a hundred years.

Heavenly Court is powerful, but it is not unflawed.

Now in the entire Heavenly Court, except for the Heavenly Emperor and Queen Mother, there is no existence above the realm of the Golden Immortal.

Yang Jian knew that the Great Tribulation of the Gods was coming, and once the Gods were completed, the strength of Heavenly Court would usher in a skyrocket.

He had to save his mother before the end of the God Tribulation, and it would be even better if he could make Heavenly Court break his bones.

But Heavenly Court is not muddy after all, if there is no killing power comparable to that of a golden immortal, he can only be sent to death if he rushes forward.

He is not strong enough, although the Eight or Nine Xuangong is a Dao Sect Apologetic Divine Skill, but there is no record to prove how strong it is.

Yang Jian didn't know how far he had to practice the Eight or Nine Xuangong in order to have a killing power comparable to the Golden Immortal of the Two Sects, so he decided to consult an expert in this area.

When Shi Ming faced only two people who had practiced eight or nine Xuangong.

So Yang Jian also came to Zhongnan Mountain.

Yun Zhongzi began to wonder if everyone who doubted himself was going to come to the Jade Pillar Cave (Jiang Ziya chose to remain silent).

Yang Jian's eyes were resolute and aggressive, as if he really wanted to make it impossible to cover his eyes that day, but his third eye happened to be called the eye of heaven.

In Yun Zhongzi's eyes, Yang Jian is like a bloodthirsty butcher, he sharpens his knives, but unfortunately Heavenly Court is not a pig or a sheep.

"Poor people are not good at fighting."

Yun Zhongzi's face was calm, it had been a few months since Daji entered the palace, he had to make more plans and try to be foolproof.

"Please give me advice."

Yang Jian raised his head, his eyes burning.

Yun Zhongzi felt a little offended, although the poor Dao is not among the twelve golden immortals, but he is also the same generation as your master, why don't you kid know to respect the master?

"Your master is a real golden immortal cultivator, if you don't teach him, what kind of majesty do you come to Yuzhu Cave?"

Yun Zhongzi looked at him with a smirk.

"My nephew just wants to see the real Eight or Nine Xuangong."

Yang Jian seems to be determined to fight with Yun Zhongzi.

"Just this once, not the next one."

Yun Zhongzi's smile was bright.

The two chose to fight in an open space outside the cave.

Yun Zhongzi knew that Yang Jian didn't have a weapon to take advantage of, so he proposed not to use a magic weapon.

Yang Jian runs eight or nine Xuan Gong, his physique is invulnerable, water and fire are invulnerable, even if the immortals of the two sects encounter it, they will have a headache.

But Yun Zhongzi has also practiced eight or nine Xuangong, and his practice is deeper than Yang Jian's.

Yang Jian kept bullying himself, his steps were dexterous, but the lower plate was very steady, and a punch slammed out, and the thunder was shocked.

Yun Zhongzi turned sideways slightly, and then pressed a finger to the center of Yang Jian's eyebrows.

Smack, soon.

The winner will be decided.

Winning or losing is not between moves, but in the polishing of Dao body and strength.

Yang Jian felt that the weight of that finger seemed to be able to crush him into powder, and he finally understood the feeling of Taishan being overpowered.

"Congratulations to Uncle Shi on returning to the Heavenly Immortal Realm."

Yang Jian reacted quickly, he originally thought that Yun Zhongzi was still in the realm of scattered immortals, but he didn't think that Yun Zhongzi didn't talk about martial arts, and he actually broke through the threshold of heavenly immortals in just a few years.

Yun Zhongzi slowly withdrew his hand, he really didn't like this kind of crop fighting method, but there was no way, eight or nine Xuangong was better than physique and strength.

"If you really want to know your killing power level, Poor Dao has a way, it just depends on whether you have the guts."

Yun Zhongzi led Yang Jian back to the cave.

"Please let Uncle Shi know."

Yang Jian hurriedly made a joke.

"You have eight or nine Xuangong body protection, even if you meet a powerful opponent, you don't have to worry about your life, since that's the case, why don't you go to the East China Sea to practice?

There are many scattered immortals in the East China Sea, you can ask the immortals door to door, if this continues, within three years, your eight or nine Xuangong will be small, and within ten years, it will be no problem to compete with the golden immortals. ”

Yun Zhongzi's voice seemed to have magical power, constantly lingering in Yang Jian's ears.

Yang Jian knew that what Yun Zhongzi said was true, the East China Sea was indeed full of immortals, but it was the old nest of the sect, if he went rashly, a mistake would cause a dispute between the two sects.

"Senior nephew, if you are worried about causing disputes, you can use eight or nine Xuangong to change your face.

It's Xihai Sanxiu who is asking, and it's not you Yang Jian, even if they have some guesses, but there is no evidence, right?

Even if you are surrounded and intercepted, it is a big deal to change again, and then change your appearance, who knows that it is you? ”

Yun Zhongzi knew what Yang Jian was worried about, and in his opinion, these worries were unnecessary.

Because even if there is no Yang Jian, the exposition and interception of the sect will still fight in the catastrophe.

If Yang Jian could really take root in the East China Sea and fight against countless immortals in the sect, his growth rate would be ten times faster than before.

"Thank you Uncle for your advice."

Yang Jian also figured out these tricks and made a decision immediately.

His impression of Yun Zhongzi changed again, and he only felt that what this uncle was thinking was really whimsical and eclectic.

"You don't have to thank me, I just hope you can keep your mouth shut, and don't give me up in the future."

Neutrons already anticipate what will happen.

Yang Jian sneaked out of Yuquan Mountain, and Yuding Zhenren discovered the truth later, and took Yang Chan and carried the sword to kill Zhongnan Mountain.

It was a real pleasure.

When Yun Zhongzi thought of this, he couldn't help but feel a little annoyed - Poor Dao was kind enough to give advice to his master and nephew, and he couldn't get any benefits, and he would be blamed by his senior brother and apprentice, so why bother?

This guy has subconsciously ignored the feelings of the sect guards, and it is clear that they are the biggest victims.

Yun Zhongzi thought about it for a long time, and finally could only sigh helplessly, he knew Yuding too well, once Yang Jian slipped away, Yuding would definitely come to trouble him.

He got up slowly, intending to observe the qi of the song of the court, so as to determine whether the fox demon had entered Beijing.

"Uncle Shi."

Yang Jian suddenly spoke.

Only then did Yun Zhongzi realize that he hadn't left yet.

"I don't know if Uncle Shi still remembers ......"

Yang Jian's expression was confused, and he spoke with some hesitation.

Yun Zhongzi's heart was cold, and the secret saying was not good-since he met Huanglong Zhenren, he realized that some people just seem to be loyal and honest, but in fact, they have a bad stomach.

“… You promised to refine a good blade for your nephew. ”

Yang Jian raised his head, his eyes were extremely sincere.

Yun Zhongzi sighed again, and he thought to himself: Is I the only one who is truly honest in the entire teaching?