Just when the three of them were in place, they didn't know what to do.

A golden ray suddenly appeared in the air.

Dongfang Zimo looked at it intently, and there seemed to be a figure in the golden mang.

"Evil beasts! Don't hurry down yet! A sharp sound rang out from the golden mang, and it resounded all around.

Dongfang Zimo's heart moved, and he looked at the dragon with some incredulity.

Sure enough, under Jin Mang's order, Jiaolong circled in the air and returned to Jin Mang's side happily.

The golden mangs gradually dissipated, revealing a middle-aged man in a Taoist robe.

The man in the robe looked at the dragon beside him and nodded with satisfaction.

Then he glanced at the three Dongfang Zimo below.

"Thank you seniors for coming to the rescue, otherwise our lives are in danger, the seniors are very kind and the younger generations are unforgettable, I don't know the seniors' surnames so that the younger generations have a chance to repay!" Dongfang Zimo saw the man in the Taoist robe come over, and dared to hurriedly thank him.

Yang Chen and Ziyun also didn't dare to slack off and agreed.

The cultivation of the man in the Dao robe in front of him was unfathomable, and the spirit beast that sat down swallowed a fake Dan realm monk in one bite, and the power was unimaginable.

The three of them were sure that the man in the robe in front of them must be a Jindan monk.

"Hahaha! A few little friends thanked me for being exempted, and if you want to thank me, thank me for sitting down this dragon. I've been here all because of this beast, but I don't want a few little friends to be chased and killed by an evil cultivator. The man in the robe stroked his beard and said in a good mood.

"Thank you seniors for the divine beasts under the seat, showing their might, saving us and others." Yang Chen was slightly surprised when he heard this, and then said respectfully.

"This evil beast likes to eat filthy and evil qi in his life, and he is all here to forage for food, but if he can devour an evil cultivator of the False Dan Realm, his cultivation will inevitably progress a lot and he will gain a lot of benefits, so you don't need to be so polite." The man in the robe patted Jiaolong's head and said with a smile.

This dragon seemed to have a trace of spirituality, and when he heard what the man in the Taoist robe said, he shook his head a little playfully.

"But you are also lucky to have met my spirit beast, the world of immortal cultivation is full of dangers, and there are countless monks with improper mental skills, so you should leave this place as soon as possible." After the man in the robe finished speaking, he ignored the three of them, stood on the dragon's head and left.

Seeing that this senior left like this, Dongfang Zimo was stunned for a moment and breathed a sigh of relief.

If the man in this robe was also a monk with a bad mind, then they would really be finished today.

"Thank you two senior brothers for desperately saving each other, junior sister, I have caused you trouble." Ziyun suddenly had a flush on his face, and he pulled the green silk a little shyly.

"Since they are the same door, why be so polite." Yang Chen clasped his hands and said indifferently.

"What Senior Brother Yang said is, if Ziyun Daoyou is killed, how can Senior Brother Yang and I have the face to go back? Fortunately, there is no danger this time. Dongfang Zimo smiled slightly, and said regardless of his previous suspicions.

When Ziyun heard this, he looked at Dongfang Zimo in a daze, and his heart was inexplicably mixed.

As if thinking of the previous events, Ziyun lowered his head with a guilty face.

"The evil cultivation is gone, but I don't want to stay here for a long time, I see that this day is almost dawn, so let's go directly." Yang Chen looked at the sky and quietly released the giant sword.

Dongfang Zimo nodded, glanced at Ziyun and released an iron sword.

"It just so happens that the thousand-year-old Xuantie here is not far away, and I want to fly for half a day to reach it." After Ziyun sorted out his emotions, he took out a magic plate and said.

After the three of them determined their positions, they flew out all the way in a certain direction.

Nearly half a month later, Dongfang Zimo and the other three returned to the Yang clan of Hechuan with the thousand-year-old Xuantie.

In the middle of the mountain gate, the three of them were chatting about something.

This experience not only made Ziyun and Dongfang Zimo reunited, but their relationship was much better than that of ordinary friends.

Just as the three of them were about to separate here, Ziyun's face suddenly turned slightly red, and he summoned a turquoise blue sword from the storage bag.

"In the past, the senior sister offended the senior brother, the senior brother was magnanimous and did not care about the junior sister and took the risk to rescue Ziyun, I see that the senior brother has never had a sword on him, if the senior brother does not give up, this sword is given to the senior brother as a portable sword." Ziyun stroked the sword and said softly.

"Senior Sister Ziyun can't help it, you and I are both from the same door, and if the same door is in trouble, we will naturally save each other, and besides, the Yang Department also helps, how can I be embarrassed to take the credit alone." Dongfang Zimo was stunned for a moment, scratching his head a little at a loss.

Yang Chen frowned and stared at Ziyun, then looked at Dongfang Zimo, but didn't say anything.

"What? Could it be that the senior brother thinks that the grade of the junior sister's sword is too low to look down on? Seeing that Dongfang Zimo didn't want to take it, Ziyun's eyes lit up, and a cold aura inexplicably emanated.

"No...... No! Senior sister, don't misunderstand, it's just that I already have other swords, so why don't you give them to Senior Brother Yang. Dongfang Zimo waved his hand and said with a wry smile.

"Humph! Other swords? Then why don't you see the senior brother wearing it on your body, obviously because you dislike Ziyun's magic weapon and don't want it? Ziyun snorted coldly and looked at Dongfang Zimo with disdain.

Just as Dongfang Zimo was about to say something more, Yang Chen on the side suddenly interrupted him.

"Don't bother my junior sister, I happen to have a high-grade sword here that has been treasured for many years, and Senior Brother Dongfang is a person from my outer disciple, how can I not have a sword on my body, Senior Brother Dongfang, you can take this sword." Yang Chen held a sword inlaid with a gem and threw it to Dongfang Zimo.

"Ahh Senior Brother Yang ......, "Dongfang Zimo hurriedly caught the sword.

"Okay, you Dongfang Zimo, you will take the sword handed by Senior Brother Yang, you obviously don't look down on my sword." Ziyun Jiao snorted and stomped her feet in anger.

"Senior Brother Dongfang is also a foundation building monk, how can he not have a high-level magic weapon on his body." Yang Chen glanced at Ziyun and said proudly.

"No! You must also accept the sword I sent, otherwise you will blame me for being unkind to you! Ziyun Qi didn't come out, and directly stuffed the sword to Dongfang Zimo.

"Two, let me go, it's useless, besides, I have a sword on my body, but it was taken away by a senior, and I don't have to be embarrassed anymore if I understand the kindness of the two." Dongfang Zimo almost knelt down and begged.

Seeing Dongfang Zimo's serious appearance, Yang Chen and Ziyun no longer insisted on it.

Zi Yundai frowned, snorted coldly and left angrily.

"Senior Brother Yang, please take it back." Dongfang Zimo said with a wry smile.

"I'm not used to using this sword, so I want to give it to you to use, since I don't want it, then I won't force it too much." Yang Chen held the void and took the sword back.

"Thank you, brother." Dongfang Zimo smiled, and he was relieved in his heart.