Huang Haotian had no other way at this time, so he had to summon up all his mana and block his hands in front of his chest.

When he connected with the iron fist of the silver-armored giant, Huang Haotian only felt that what he had received was as if it was a full blow from a monk in the late stage of Jindan, and his viscera suddenly shifted and his qi and blood were running wildly.

When he was about to use his mana to suppress the tumbling qi and blood in his body, he felt a sweetness in his throat, and then a mouthful of old blood couldn't help but spurt out, and he was already seriously injured under this blow.

At this moment, Huang Haotian was already frightened, and with the strength of the opponent's iron fist, he flew backwards quickly, and when he turned around, he raised his hand and the flying boat was already at his feet, followed by a shot out of thin air, grabbed Huang Yuxuan, who was about to get up from the ground, into the flying boat, and fled without looking back.

Yang Zheng and Huang Haotian have already divided the winner and loser, and the people on both sides can't react at all.

Everyone in the Huang family looked at Huang Haotian's fleeing back and didn't know what was going on, only Huang Ba and Huang Tu seemed to understand something after standing firm, but in the face of the silver-armored giant in front of them, they didn't dare to move.

The people of the Qingyang Sect saw it more clearly because they were not affected by the confrontation between the Silver Armor Giant and Huang Haotian. saw that in just one move, Huang Haotian was destroyed and vomited blood and fled with serious injuries.

But they saw it clearly, and it was another thing whether they believed what they saw, including Yang Jian'e, and now she even wondered if this silver-armored giant had anything to do with Yang Zheng.

Yang Zheng couldn't care what they thought at this time, although he had beaten Huang Haotian seriously and fled, he himself was not happy.

Because he didn't know Huang Haotian's strength and means too well, he hit with all his strength as soon as he came up, and he didn't dare to have any strength, after all, the other party was a Jindan monk, and he had lived a lot of age, and there must be a lot of hole cards, and if he gave the other party a little chance, he might capsize.

This full blow directly caused the ingested mana to be too strong, if it wasn't for Yang Zheng who didn't feel right and stopped ingesting mana in time, I was afraid that he would have exploded and died due to mana agitation in the collision with Huang Haotian.

In addition, with his full blow, the spirit stones on the central magic circle of the Star Iron Battle Suit were also directly consumed by one-third.

Yang Zheng was in pain as soon as he ran the mana meridians at this moment, and he knew that he was also injured, so he did not continue to pursue Huang Haotian, but returned to the side of the Qingyang Sect in a flash, and grabbed the ring magic weapon that was hanging in the air because of the loss of his master in his hand on the way.

Everyone in the Qingyang Sect couldn't help but take a step back as they watched the silver armor giant shoot back, and those with low cultivation were even more busy retreating again and again.

After the silver-armored giant stood still, he saw a flash of light, and Yang Zheng had already appeared in front of everyone, and then with a soft sound of "choking", the silver-armored giant spread out into six silver lights, which quickly shrank in the air and was included in the ring by Yang Zheng.

Everyone in the Qingyang Sect was silent when they watched Yang Zheng's smooth operation, and Yang Zheng, who had received the Star Iron Battle Suit, couldn't help frowning when he saw that everyone was still standing there looking at him stupidly; "Do you still want me to do it?" Then he raised his hand and waved: "Go and destroy them for me!"

Yang Jian'e felt that her brain was in chaos at the moment, she had too many questions to ask Yang Zheng, and too many emotions she wanted to vent.

But she also knew that now was not the time, and after taking a deep look at Yang Zheng, she took out the Separation Fire Sword and set up a retreat to chase after everyone in the Huang family.

Jin'er, Shao Gang and the others behind Yang Jian'e glanced at Yang Zheng like monsters, and then followed Yang Jian'e.

And Qin Jianxiong on the side only felt that his eyelids were jumping straight at this time, and he couldn't shake off the earth-shattering scene of the silver armor giant in his mind.

He couldn't figure out what this thing was, what did Yang Zheng get from the sect?

It's not that he hasn't seen the thousand-year-old black iron and purple copper, and it's not that he hasn't used it, could it be that his golden pill has always been a fake pill, otherwise how could he not know that the thousand-year-old dark iron and purple copper can actually refine magic weapons?

Qin Jianxiong was thinking to himself, when he suddenly saw Yang Zheng turn his head to look at him, his heart couldn't help jumping, he hurriedly lowered his head and coughed to cover it up, and then waved his big hand and shouted to the disciples behind him: "Chase." "I set up the light and rushed to the sky.

Qin Long, who was standing behind Qin Jianxiong, didn't even look at Yang Zheng at this time, lowered his head and followed Qin Jianxiong towards the Huang family.

Yang Zheng seemed to have a light and light demeanor at this time, but in fact, his hands in his sleeves were trembling slightly because of the damage to his meridians, and while people were not paying attention, he quickly took out a healing pill and put it in his mouth.

Yang Zheng knew that he had to go back to recuperate his injuries as soon as possible, so he turned around and walked slowly towards the sect.

On the way back, he suddenly saw a fat man in front of him looking left and right, and after a closer look, this person was Wang Kun, the deacon of the Storage Pavilion.

Yang Zheng is a little strange? The other disciples are now scrambling to beat the water dog, what is going on with this Wang Kun's soul?

And Wang Kun was a little confused about the situation at the moment, he was already preparing to run away, just waiting for the sect's great array to be broken and then fleeing in chaos, but the twelve bells rang to get him here.

Although Wang Kun came, he kept an eye on it, originally he was also an inner disciple of Qin Jianxiong's family, and it was supposed to be closely behind Qin Jianxiong and Qin Long, but seeing the Huang family menacing, Wang Kun quietly ran to the back.

When Yang Zheng and the others confronted Huang Haotian, Wang Kun didn't pay attention to the front at all, but kept looking around looking for a way out, thinking about where he would run for his life when the situation was wrong.

Although he felt sorry for his own things in the sect and hadn't brought them out, once the army was defeated, it would be tragic for him to run back to the sect and be caught in an urn by the Huang family, and it was still a matter of life, after all, the most valuable things were still on his body.

However, before he could observe the retreat, there was a strong mana fluctuation in front of him, and then it boiled, and the disciples rushed to the opposite side.

Wang Kun was confused for a while, not knowing what was happening, but he couldn't stand still, so he walked forward a little slowly.

He was walking, and suddenly noticed that someone patted him on the shoulder, and then heard a voice: "Wang Kun, you are very good!"

Wang Kun hurriedly looked up at the man, but only saw a back, but he still recognized it at a glance, who is this not Yang Zheng's kid?

"I'm good?"

He didn't think that Yang Zheng was appreciating him by saying this, after all, he had offended Yang Zheng.

"It's really inexplicable" Wang Kun muttered in his heart, forgetting that he doesn't care about the villain, and doesn't care about these two heads.

Look! This has just started the fight, and the person in charge actually ran back to hide, and he hasn't even run yet! Wang Kun glanced at Yang Zheng's back with disdain, and slightly quickened his pace to keep up with the same door in front of him...

Ten days later, Yang Zheng in the quiet room felt that his body had almost recovered, so he got up and walked out of the quiet room to the front hall.

Yang Zheng summoned the serving disciple and asked Yang Jian'e and Qin Jianxiong if they had come back? The disciple said that Senior Sister and Elder Qin had already returned yesterday, and they had come to the head of the sect as soon as they came back, but they had heard that the head of the sect was in retreat, so they didn't bother.

Yang Zheng asked his disciples to invite Yang Jian'e and Qin Jianxiong to the main hall to discuss matters, and then went out to the main hall himself.

Not long after Yang Zheng came to the main hall and sat down, Yang Jian'e took Jin'er, Qin Jianxiong took Qin Long and walked into the main hall, and the eyes of everyone who came in looked at Yang Zheng at the moment was extremely complicated.

Or Yang Jian'e stepped forward and took the lead in saluting: "See the master." Not to mention that Jin'er and Qin Long acted according to the etiquette, Qin Jianxiong, who usually disdained Yang Zheng, also honestly did enough etiquette at this time.

"You don't have to be polite, just sit down and talk. Yang Zheng raised his hand and said, "What's the situation outside?"

"Boss, Huang Ba and Huang Tu have fled back to Minyang City and can't shrink, we now occupy three counties in addition to the previous six counties, but we are short of manpower, and we can't keep them if we can grab them, so I withdrew from the two counties after discussing with Elder Qin, and now there are seven counties actually controlled by the sect. Yang Jian'e returned.

"Yes, that Huang Ba and Huang Tu belong to rabbits, they run fast, and they don't care about the lives of the rest of the Huang family, but we just kill some small fish and shrimp, otherwise as long as we kill one of these two, we can still occupy a little more territory." Qin Jianxiong, who was sitting opposite Yang Jian'e, looked pity.

Yang Zheng said after listening to the words of the two: "That Huang Haotian has been seriously injured by me, and he can't do anything with others for a year and a half, but we shouldn't persecute the Huang family too much, lest the dog jump off the wall in a hurry, the most important thing now is to improve our own strength as soon as possible." ”

Yang Jian'e and Qin Jianxiong both nodded yes after listening to Yang Zheng's words.

Yang Zheng: "By the way, how is the situation of the disciples in the sect now?"

Yang Jian'e and Qin Jianxiong looked at each other for a moment, and then Qin Jianxiong spoke: "There are currently seven hundred and forty-two disciples in my Qingyang Sect, of which one hundred and eighty are inner disciples, and the rest are outer disciples. Jin Dan is the only one who cultivates, there are one hundred and nine people who have cultivated in the Tuomai Realm, and the other disciples are all cultivators in the Enlightenment Period, only Yang Jian'e and Qin Long are above the late stage of the Tuomai Realm, there are eleven people in the middle stage of Tuomai, and the remaining ninety-six people are all cultivators in the early stage of Tuomai. "When it comes to the situation of disciples, Qin Jianxiong is like a treasure, and it seems that he has made a lot of efforts in this regard.

Yang Zheng's eyebrows furrowed slightly after hearing this, it seemed that there were a lot of people, but there were few high-end combat power that could really be relied on.

"How is the sect's enrollment of disciples now?"

Qin Jianxiong turned his head to look at Qin Long behind him, obviously Qin Long was usually in charge of this matter, Qin Long saluted Yang Zheng and said: "Back to the master, my Qingyang Sect has always opened the mountain gate once every ten years to accept disciples, but because we have a limited sphere of influence, and we have to compete with the Huang family in this small Min County, there are not many apprentices every time, and when we accepted apprentices the year before last, we only accepted more than 20 people. ”

Yang Zheng's face was ugly when he heard this, a sect only accepted more than 20 people in ten years, and only about 200 people in a hundred years, and the life span of a monk who did not break through the extension period was only about 100 years.

In the past hundred years, I am afraid that there are more disciples who have died than this newly recruited disciple, not to mention those who were killed and injured during the battle, and if it continues like this, in a few hundred years, this Qingyang Sect is afraid that there will be no one.