Yang Jian looked at Wei Hu, who was pale, and couldn't help yelling "cool" under the sweat.

That's right!

It had been a long time since he had fought so freely, especially with an evenly matched opponent like Wei Hu, which was even more rare.

After several hours of all-out duel, although his whole body was in pain as if he had been beaten millions of times, he could feel that the bottleneck of the third turn of the Nine Turns Xuangong was like a solid stone and jade wall finally began to loosen!

This is simply something that makes Yang Jian overjoyed.

After all, this time he went down the mountain and his task was to complete the second turn of the Nine Turns Xuangong Forging Bone and fuse the fragments of the Nine Infant Yuan Shen to achieve the first Yuan God, he thought that he would be able to get hundreds of years, but he didn't expect that in just a few years, he would complete it, and he was very hopeful of entering the coveted Third Transformation Skin Refining Realm.

You must know that the body refiner already has a huge advantage in the same realm, if he can break through to the third turn at the conference, it means that he is already equivalent to the Xuan Immortal in the realm, then he is invincible in the conference, he has 100% confidence.

Thinking of this, Yang Jian's inner desire to fight was completely stimulated, and he still didn't mean to use any spirit treasure, he once again waved his fist and rushed forward.

When Wei Hu saw Yang Jian coming again, he was horrified, and he endured the exhaustion of mana and rushed forward.

Fighting like a cluster, he is not like Yang Jian, who relies on the strength of his body, his mana has been consumed, and he has almost no strength to resist, but in front of everyone, the master and many other elders are looking at him, he really can't admit defeat, so he can only continue to fight.

However, there are some things that cannot be forcibly remedied, as Yang Jian's whole body is blurred with flesh and blood, but after the more he fights, Wei Hu is desperate to find that his mana has been exhausted.

Seeing Yang Jian rushing up again like an unbeatable cockroach, Wei Hu took a deep breath, closed his eyes and shouted weakly, "I admit defeat!"

Yang Jian's fist stopped abruptly and stopped in front of Wei Hu's head, and then, Yang Jian turned around violently and slammed his fist on the ground, accompanied by a deafening sound, and a bottomless pit instantly appeared on the ground.

Yang Jian breathed a long sigh of relief and said with satisfaction: "Comfortable!"

Wei Hu was afraid for a while, and hurriedly shouted again: "I admit defeat!

The surrounding audience was stunned for a while and fell into silence, and finally after the referee reacted and announced Yang Jian's victory, the crowd resounded with a cry of shock, accompanied by an increasingly unified voice: "God of War! God of War! God of War ......"

Yang Jian hugged Wei Hu with his fist, Wei Hu smiled bitterly, and saluted back: "Senior brother is heroic, junior brother is defeated!"

This sentence is not flattery, after all, he has personally experienced Yang Jian's terribleness, and he sincerely admires it.

When Yang Jian heard this, he said embarrassedly: "The junior brother has won the award, and the senior brother actually admires the cultivation of the junior brother!"

Wei Hu laughed when he heard this, and the two got a lot closer.

And just when the two were praising each other, the bigwigs in the attic were also nodding their heads.

Dao Xingzun touched his beard and said with emotion: "Senior brother, this disciple of yours is really flirtatious, it is really incredible that you can shake the ancestral spirit treasure of my apprentice with your physical body, it seems that this Nine Turns Xuangong seems to be going to be carried forward in our teaching!"

Yuding Zhenren smiled slightly when he heard this: "Senior brother is too modest, compared to my unsuccessful apprentice, but Wei Hu's son is the best choice in terms of cultivation and temperament, and his achievements are limitless!"

Seeing that the two were about to start praising each other, Cihang Zhenren couldn't stand it, and said in a strange manner: "Two junior brothers, don't be proud, I just observed and found that the four generations of disciples of the sect Yu Hua are quite strong, so it's better to be cautious!"

Taiyi Zhenren was originally quite high-minded, after all, he also had a light on his face when he was a disciple of the Sect, but at this moment, when he heard Cihang's real words, he couldn't help but feel angry: "Senior brother, aren't you growing the ambition of others and destroying your own prestige?

"Hehe!" Cihang Zhenquan smiled lightly: "Senior brother, don't look at the enemy, your heart is planted!"

"You ......"

"Enough!" Guang Chengzi couldn't hold back any longer, and couldn't help but come forward and scold: "They are all brothers in the same sect, like this, what kind of system!"

Taiyi Zhenren and Cihang Zhenren are no longer speechless, obviously they still respect this senior brother.

At this time, Guang Chengzi looked at the Jin Immortal present with a serious face, and said seriously: "Fellow disciples, I hope you can understand that this time the catastrophe is not good, but it is our own killing and robbery, and the master has done it for us to be benevolent and righteous, if we don't strive to find the perpetrators in time, we will die at that time, and we can't blame others!"

The Jin Immortals present were full of heart, and they all replied: "Senior brother obeys the teachings of senior brother!"

Guang Chengzi glanced at the junior disciples present, and after discovering their thoughtful looks, he couldn't help but shake his head and said, "It seems that this catastrophe will eventually have a few junior disciples!"

And just when the Twelve Golden Immortals of the Sect were arguing because of Yang Jian's victory, two ethereal figures appeared above the distant clouds, one holding the Guiding Divine Monument and the other holding the Wonderful Treasure Tree, which were the two saints of the Western Sect who led the Dao and the Quasi-Daoist.

"Senior brother, this East is really full of talents, how can it be like our West is barren and lacks talents!"

The Quasi-Ti Daoist shook the Seven Wonderful Treasure Tree in his hand, and he couldn't wait to sweep away the talented disciples below and bring them all back to the Western Sect, especially the elite disciples who cut off their feet in the tall building, and he was even more itchy in his heart.

However, the person who received the Daoist shook his head and said: "Senior brother, this matter is not urgent, we need to think about it in the long run, at present, the list of gods has been decided, and the gap between the two sects has increased, we only need to plan with our hearts, and we will not return empty-handed!"

The quasi-Daoist retracted his gaze and nodded: "Senior brother, this matter really needs to be considered in the long run, and we can't be in a hurry, so since this is the case, let's hurry up to the palace to visit Hao God Natong!"

"Well, it should be so!" The Taoist glanced at Yang Jian again and sighed: "Such a talent, it's a pity that it's not my Western Sect disciple, it's a pity!"

The quasi-Daoist knew who was leading the Daoist, shook his head and said: "Everyone else can do it, this son is Hao Natong's nephew, for the sake of the big plan, we can't move!"

After a pause, he added: "However, it is indeed a pity that those who can cultivate the Nine Transformations Xuangong!

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