Jin Erjiao walked into Yang Yibu's secret room with the black-horned dragon, the desert ape Li Qiangang, and the rock giant Guan Yueshan.

The next day, someone was selling shorts in the square of Silver Moon City, and a big sign was erected in front of the stall full of shorts, with a few big characters written on the signboard, longitudinal sword shorts, buy one get one free.

For a time, the Silver Moon Square was crowded with people, and all kinds of monks gathered, and it was lively and noisy.

In Silver Moon City, a large number of monks poured out from the Silver Moon Branch of the Sword Sect, and they dispersed the crowds of monks to watch the lively monks, and came to the stall selling shorts.

"Who are you, monks, it is forbidden to set up stalls here," a monk who looked like a leader came to the stall, glared at a pair of bull's eyes, and shouted loudly.

This leader-like monk had already thought of an excuse before he came, and if he didn't have an excuse, he couldn't just say, "How can you sell the shorts that you took from my Sword Sect disciples?"

"I'm setting up a stall here to sell Sword Shorts, and the City Lord's Mansion doesn't care, why do you Sword Sect care, can your Sword Sect ignore the City Lord's Mansion."

As for the heresy of talking about crooked reasoning, the black-horned dragon is obviously a natural good hand, and as soon as he said this, he directly blocked what the leader was going to say next.

"Smash, smash their stalls and signboards for me" The leader of the Sword Sect, who was blocked and had nothing to say, shouted loudly.

"Hula" Groups of Zongjian Sect disciples rushed up and directly started the stall action.

"Zongjian Sect, you are so daring, dare to open Lao Tzu's stall and abolish them for me."

Jin Erjiao, who was sleeping on the stall, yelled helplessly after being woken up.

There was chaos in the "Ping Pong" square, and the people from the Silver Moon City Branch of the Sword Sect and the four of Jin Erjiao fought.

The strength of the Yinyue City Branch of the Sword Sect is not strong, and the monk with the highest cultivation, that is, the leader-level monk who spoke at the beginning, is only a mid-level cultivator of the eighth level of the Jindan period.

In this melee, where were they the opponents of Jin Erjiao and the others, and after a few rounds, all the monks of the Silver Moon City Branch of the Sword Sect were beaten to the ground.

The most excessive was the Black Horned Jiaolong, after he beat it, he didn't hide it, he took the shorts on the pendulum and put one on the head of each disciple of the Silver Moon City Branch of the Sword Sect.

In the black horned dragon's triumphant laughter, Jin Erjiao and his party of four walked away.

"Let's wait for the people of the Sword Sect to come in the restaurant" In the luxurious restaurant in Silver Moon City, Yang Yibu and Jin Erjiao and other five people sat at a wine table near the window, enjoying the scenery on the street while drinking a little wine.

"It's a pleasure to follow the master" The black-horned Jiaolong, who poured a lot of wine into his mouth, slapped Yang Yibu with a slap in the middle of laughter.

The five of them chatted in the restaurant without saying a word, they were nominally drinking and enjoying the scenery, but in fact they were waiting for the Sword Sect to send someone from the sect to kill them.

But the five of them waited left and right, and waited for three days in a row, not to mention the people from the Sword Sect, not even a single bird came.

"The Sword Sect isn't afraid of its master, why didn't they send people to trouble us after suffering such a big humiliation."

After pouring a few large jars of wine, the black-horned dragon said drunkenly.

"It's not that the people of the Sword Sect are afraid of me, it's that they don't want to be my enemy" Three days later, Yang Yibu figured out the trick.

Yang Yibu knew too much about someone in the Sword Sect.

"He must have found something" Yang Yibu muttered after a sip of wine.

"Erjiao, the four of you go to all parts of the underworld, you don't need to follow me, I will inform you when you want to leave the underworld."

After waiting for another day, he still didn't wait for the revenge of the Sword Sect monk, Yang Yibu also felt bored, and he said to Jin Erjiaosi.

"Yes, master, if there is anything, you must inform us" Jin Erjiao and the four of them bowed to Yang Yibu and left.

"Let's leave Silvermoon City too" After another day passed, Yang Yibu also left Silvermoon City and began to wander around the underworld.

On the day of "Xiu Xiu Xiu", when Yang Yib was walking in front of a big mountain, the sound of pieces of clothes sounded, and dozens of streamers fell on Yang Yib's side, tightly surrounding Yang Yibu.

"What are you going to do" Yang Yibu raised his head and looked coldly at a big knife in his hand, cultivating to be the peak of the ninth level of the Jindan period, and asked with a cruel smile to the big man who walked towards him.

"What are you doing, boy, do you really don't know or not," the big man with the big knife glared at Yang Yibu and asked.

"What do you know," Yang Yibu asked, staring at the big man with a puzzled expression.

"Boy, you really don't know with your expression, now I'll tell you that my name is Zhu Panshi, and I am the master of the eighteen pans."

This big man named Zhu Panshi raised the huge big knife in his hand and pointed at Yang Yibu and said.

"Eighteen plates, what do you mean?" Yang Yibu still didn't understand, and he asked like an idiot.

"Damn, are you really stupid or fake stupid" was asked by Yang Yibu suspiciously, and Zhu Panshi was completely angry.

"Damn, is this kid really stupid, Lao Tzu is in this area, his reputation is great, and Lao Tzu's name can stop children from crying at night as soon as he reports it, why is it not good to be in front of this kid."

Zhu Panshi was full of slander in his heart, and expressed his condolences to all the female dependents of the eighteenth generation of Yang Yib's ancestors.

"Boy, let's tell you this, Lao Tzu is eighteen plates, eighteen plates is a bandit organization, specializing in robbing people, the territory where you are now belongs to our eighteen plates, you have to pass from here, you have to go to the checkpoint set up by our eighteen plates to pay the money to buy the road, you have broken into our territory without paying the money to buy the road, so, now we are going to rob you, boy, hand over your space ring."

Zhu Pan explained to Yang Yibu in detail before robbing Yang Yibu.

"Your name is Zhu Panshi, which strength does the robbery have, I will give you an anti-robbery today, so that you know that the pot is iron."

Yang Yibu looked at Zhu Pan and said with a smile.

"You want to fight the robbery, ahahaha......" Zhu Panshi pointed at Yang Yibu and laughed at the sky.

"Hahaha......" The dozens of big men surrounding Yang Yibu also laughed with Yang Tiantian.

In the eyes of Zhu Panshi and his subordinates, Yang Yibu only had a meagre cultivation at the early stage of the eighth level of the Jindan Stage, which was inferior to many of them, let alone compared to their leader, Zhu Panshi.

"Isn't it funny," Yang Yibu glanced coldly at Zhu Panshi and his men.

"Don't you think it's funny?" hahaha......" Zhu Panshi and his men laughed even louder.

Yang Yibu stopped talking, he stood in place, coldly watching Zhu Panshi and his men laugh.

"The little ones gave it to me, even ripped off this kid's pants, and then let him run naked three times, so that he could know that we were eighteen plates of power."

After Zhu Panshi laughed for a while, he felt that it was too boring to laugh like this, so he waved his hand to his subordinates and said.

"Hula" heard Zhu Panshi's order, his subordinates each raised their weapons and rushed towards Yang Yibu in a uniform manner, judging from the formation, these people have been cooperated and honed for a long time.

"Get out" Facing the dozens of people who surrounded and killed, Yang Yibu waved his hands again and again, and a powerful momentum came out of his body.

In the sound of ping-pong, the dozens of monks brought by Zhu Panshi all lay on the ground in wailing.

"You, kill" Zhu Panshu looked at his subordinates who fell to the ground and kept howling, and his mouth opened wide in shock, but he came back to his senses in an instant, raised the big knife in his hand and killed Yang Yibu.

Previously, Zhu Panshi had always underestimated Yang Yibu, and he thought that Yang Yibu was just a small little monk in the early eighth rank of the Jindan Stage, and in the eyes of him, a peak monk of the ninth level of the Jindan Stage, it was not worth mentioning at all.

But since Yang Yibu overthrew dozens of his subordinates as soon as he made a move, under the shock, Zhu Panshi was very energetic and attached 100% importance to Yang Yibu.

Zhu Panshi slowly raised the big knife in his hand above his head, and injected all the cultivation of his Jindan Stage ninth-level peak into the knife.

The sound of the "hum" knife shook, and Zhu Panshi's big knife carried the momentum of destroying the world, and slashed at Yang Yibu in the air with an indomitable volley, where the knife body passed, the space was so fragile that it was shattering and collapsing like tofu.