"Smack!"

"Smack!"

"Smack!"

……

In the crisp, loud and rhythmic sound of slaps, the fiery red sun finally jumped out of the valley and dispelled the last night.

In the sky above the Great Abyss, a group of immortals looked at the direction from which the voice came from in a daze.

I saw that Wei Hu, who was burly and majestic, was being held in his hand by Yu Yuan, who was also tall and heroic, at this moment, just like a little chicken.

Whoever saw such a scene could hardly imagine that before Xu Xuan, the three generations of disciples of the sect were still there arrogantly demanding that those sect interceptors make amends to him.

But the change was so sudden and unpredictable.

By the time the immortals reacted, Wei Hu's cheeks were swollen like a pig's head, and his mouth full of white teeth flew out.

With each slap, red blood splattered.

It's not that he didn't resist, but he didn't have the Demon Suppression Treasure Pestle in his hand, and his counterattack was like tickling, which didn't matter to Yu Yuan at all.

Seeing this scene, all the immortals present were stunned.

Especially Xuanyang Zhenren, a few immortals who had seen Yu Yuan before.

No matter how they looked at it, Yu Yuan was just a top-grade Xuan Immortal.

At the beginning, all the immortals present thought that he had traveled with the Holy Mother of Fire Spirit, although they were very envious of his situation, but they didn't take him to heart.

Even when he opened his mouth to reprimand the fire spirit who was an immortal golden immortal, the immortals only thought that their relationship was relatively close and special.

It wasn't until he suddenly made a move and began to use a big-eared scraper to pump Wei Hu that the immortals suddenly realized that he was the real master!

Even Wei Hu, a top-grade immortal who expounded the teachings, was at his mercy in front of him, and he had no power to fight back.

You must know that not long ago, Wei Hu fought with the Holy Mother of Fire Spirit, the Sect Interception Golden Immortal, for more than two hundred rounds before he lost the upper hand.

But in front of this Yu Yuan, he was as weak and helpless as a chick, and he was carried in his hand and "snapped" with big ears.

Comparing the two, it can be seen that Yu Yuan is much more powerful than the Immortal Golden Immortal of the Holy Mother of Fire Spirit!

No wonder Our Lady of Fire would let him reprimand.

It turns out that it is not only because of the closeness of the relationship, but that he really has this qualification!

On the other side, Yang Jian, who reacted, did not rush forward directly to save people, but first dodged to catch the demon subduing pestle that was knocked away.

It's not that he values the treasure more than Wei Hu, the senior brother, but that he feels that he just rushes forward with his bare hands, and eighty percent of it won't make any difference, so it's better to catch the demon subduing treasure pestle first.

With the help of this high-grade spirit soldier, he will be able to exert stronger strength, so that he will have a greater chance of winning.

Yu Yuan took in his actions, and secretly admired in his heart, worthy of being a bug-level character in the Fengshen Tribulation, he was already as calm as a veteran on the battlefield at a young age, knew how to adapt to local conditions, improvised and unscrupulous means to win (praise).

Just like the scheming and resourcefulness he showed in calculating Huo Ling'er before, it was already too much stronger than Na Wei Hu!

At this moment, although he was also shocked that Yu Yuan actually hid such a strong strength, he was extremely calm in his heart, and compared the difference in strength between the two sides at the first time, and did not rush forward to save people, but chose to catch the demon subduing treasure pestle.

The Demon Suppression Pestle is Wei Hu's spirit weapon, and it stands to reason that no one else can use it without his permission.

However, as a high-grade spiritual treasure, its spirituality was enough to judge that the situation in front of it was very critical for its master, so it did not resist Yang Jian, the master's junior brother, and let him hold it in his hand.

Yang Jian's eight or nine Xuangong has been cultivated to the transformation realm, and his Taoism has advanced by leaps and bounds, and his divine power is unparalleled, but he has never found a weapon to take advantage of.

At this moment, he took the demon subduing treasure pestle in his hand, and immediately felt that although this treasure was not suitable enough for himself, it was full of weight and power, enough to exert his twelve points of strength.

This discovery also gave him a great boost of confidence, and he was already behind Yu Yuan with one step, and with his right hand, he picked up the Demon Descending Treasure Pestle and smashed it towards his back.

Yang Jian is not a strict dogma person, and there is no psychological burden on him to take advantage of people's unpreparedness to carry out sneak attacks from behind.

What's more, at the moment, he is still doing this to save people.

"Whew-"

The demon pestle is as light as gray grass when held in the hand, but when it is used to beat people, it is heavier than Mount Tai, coupled with Yang Jian's own divine power blessing, the power of this pestle has been extremely strong, only listen to the sound of wind and thunder, as if the mountains collapsed, the stars fell, and it was really like Mount Tai pressing the top.

Even Huo Ling'er, who was an immortal golden immortal, couldn't help but have a sudden change in his face when he saw it, and subconsciously exclaimed, "Senior brother, be careful behind you!" ”

"Behind you?"

Yu Yuan turned around in surprise, still holding Wei Hu in one hand.

The latter's burly body happened to be in the way of the movement of the Demon Suppressing Pestle, like a shield.

At this moment, Yang Jian only felt creepy, and his hairs stood on end.

He knew all too well how powerful his pestle was.

Judging from the strength that Yu Yuan showed, he might be able to bear it, but Wei Hu definitely couldn't bear this pestle!

This Yu Yuan he definitely did it on purpose!

Yang Jian is very sure of this.

Because he can do this kind of thing himself.

But none of that matters......

Sneak attacks are inherently sudden and deadly.

With this blow, he had no reservations, and he had already used all his strength, so that at this moment he couldn't stop even if he wanted to, and he only had time to withdraw thirty percent of his strength to come back, and the demon subduing treasure pestle had already fallen heavily......

"Bang!"

"Click-"

"Poof—"

The deafening roar was accompanied by the crisp sound of bones breaking and the sound of flesh and blood splattering, mixed with Wei Hu's heart-wrenching howl and the subconscious exclamations and gasps of the surrounding immortals, all of them played a piece of music to welcome the arrival of the morning light.

"Senior brother!"

Yang Jian roared, his eyes slightly red.

With the blow of the Demon Suppressing Treasure Pestle, Wei Hu was directly smashed out like a rag doll, like a meteor slashing through a perfect parabola, and after flying for more than ten miles, he began to fall towards the Great Abyss of Ruins below.

The sharp-eyed immortal god could see that the part of his chest had been completely sunken, and the qi in and out was not much, and even the primordial god floated out from the top door.

That is, he is a high-grade immortal, this immortal body is already tough and not bad, plus Yang Jian finally withdrew some strength, and Yu Yuan finally let go, letting him be smashed out and flying out at the same time, he also unloaded most of his strength, otherwise at this moment, his body would have been beaten into a meat patty by that pestle.

"Look at the ...... of this"

Yu Yuan smacked his lips and glanced at the demon subduing treasure pestle in Yang Jian's hand, "If you don't learn well at a young age, what kind of sneak attack are you playing?" ”

"You did it on purpose!"

Yang Jian's eyes were red, and he couldn't help but roar angrily.

In normal times, he would never have lost his temper like this.

Because he is the one who controls the situation on weekdays!

But at that moment, he clearly felt the gap.

Not only in strength, but also in calculation, mentality, strain and so on.

This sectarian disciple named Yu Yuan reversed everything in less than half a pillar of incense, destroying the good situation he had obtained by calculating the Holy Mother of Fire Spirit.

"What deliberately?"

Yu Yuan looked at Yang Jian with "doubts", "Your senior brother insulted me to intercept the sect, is there anything wrong with me slapping him a few times?" ”

“……”

Yang Jian opened his mouth, his right hand tightly clutched the Demon Suppression Pestle, and the back of his fingers was blue and white.

Eventually, he shook his head and said word by word, "No problem." ”

"It's good if there's no problem."

Yu Yuan bowed slightly, with a gentle smile like a spring breeze and rain, "Go and save your senior brother, otherwise it will be too late." ”

Yang Jian nodded and glanced at Yu Yuan deeply.

He didn't say a word, he jumped directly, turned into a rainbow to catch Wei Hu, and then quickly disappeared into the sky......