Tan Jian finally gave up the idea of giving the sword a try, and silently retreated to the side, Xiang Yang put his hands behind his back and led the monks behind him towards the golden pillar.

The sea-covering dragon sword was dragged upside down by him, and the tip of the sword and the stones on the ground made a clanging sound, which was also pleasant.

Changzong's face was originally extremely pale, but at this time, he saw that his precious natal flying sword was dragged like garbage, and his blood surged, and his cheeks were already red as if they were about to drip blood.

Passing by him, Xiang Yang stopped, turned his head and smiled at him, lifted the flying sword, turned it upside down, and pinched the tip of the sword with one hand, with the hilt in front of him, as if he wanted to send it back.

Changzong breathed a sigh of relief, Fang wanted to reach out and take it, but he heard a crisp sound in his ears, his eyes suddenly darkened, and a bloody arrow shot out of his mouth, and the whole person fell softly.

The relationship between the so-called natal flying sword and the treasure owner is not as simple as an ordinary magic weapon, it is precisely because of the connection between the mind and the mind that it is so like an arm command and extremely smart.

At this time, although this sea-covering dragon sword is already a half-step mysterious weapon, how can it withstand Xiang Yang's brute force and resonance technique?

Originally, the natal magic weapon was destroyed, although the treasure owner would be injured because of this, but it would not be so serious, but his own treasure was seized empty-handed, and the shock caused to him has not subsided so far, and Xiang Yang's action was obviously to be returned, and under this joy and surprise, it brought more damage to Changzong, but where can he bear it?

"Senior brother, you..." Tan Jian roared angrily beside him, and held Changzong up, behind his back, the green light of the Biluo Xingchen Sword was already floating, he turned his head and wanted to scold, so he met Xiang Yang's cold eyes, and for a while, the scolding in his throat was blocked there.

Looking at the turquoise sword light behind him, Xiang Yang didn't say a word, just turned around with a sneer, and left his back directly to him.

Even in the face of the mysterious weapon, he didn't seem to care, and he actually gave Tan Jian a chance to sneak attack from behind.

As for Na Changzong's life and death, Xiang Yang was not at ease at all.

Impulsiveness comes at a price...

My body, the heavenly and earthly treasures that have been consumed before and after, it is estimated that I can buy all of your Biluo Sword Pavilion, and you have cut out a few bloodshots, just a half-step mystery, it should be a punishment!

Tan Jianjian's eyebrows were furrowed, and a pair of slender phoenix eyes stared at Xiang Yang's back, but in the end he didn't dare to make a move.

This person has good means, and he acts so arrogantly, although his appearance is slightly inconsistent, but his identity is already about to come out, and he can't afford to provoke him!

Even if you can kill it with the power of a mysterious weapon?

When the Supreme is angry, let alone himself, the entire Biluo Sword Pavilion will be buried with him, who can afford this kind of price?

Sect Chang's junior brother boasts of being a genius, and he is used to being arrogant and domineering, and he still doesn't know how to restrain himself when he comes to this kind of place where demons gather, and now his fate can be regarded as self-inflicted.

Moreover, although the natal flying sword is broken, the remnants are still there, and the sect has its own method of continuation, although the level of the magic weapon will drop a lot, but slowly recuperate, there will always be a day to make up for it.

Offending the Supreme Bloodline because of this is not worth it or wise!

Endure!

He didn't know it, but this thought allowed him to escape, although the Biluo Xingchen Sword was strong, it was only an entry-level mysterious weapon.

If he really made a move, he encountered the swarthy, inconspicuous hairpin stuck in Xiang Yang's head...

Hehe... It is estimated that there is no chance to even get back the continuation of the sect...

When it is time to shrink the head, why does the turtle live long, it is estimated that this is the reason!

Xiang Yang didn't know how entangled the demon of the Biluo Sword Pavilion was in his heart, he had now walked under the golden pillar.

He raised his head and looked up a few times, and then his gaze fell on the rough lines of the giant pillar coiling from the bottom, and after a while, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he turned around and left, a group of monks behind him were a little unclear, but the boss left, so naturally he had to follow.

The prohibition in the secret realm could not affect the connection between Xiang Yang and the clone of Qiankun Ding, but he still knew that other Sumeru magic weapons could not be used, but as soon as he arrived, Fang Cai's beast circle could be used, plus those lines, he suddenly had some strange guesses about Boss Niu's arrangement.

As for whether it is accurate or not, we will find out in two days.

If according to his inference, there is no need to occupy this golden pillar at all, in this case, it is better to meet with his daughter-in-law first.

He led the people and walked in the direction where Lu Ya'er and Ning Caiwei were, and in the valley, most of the monks showed a look of 'sure enough'.

Although here, there are at least dozens of Yang Wu who look exactly the same, in comparison, this person's appearance is a little deviated, and no one has paid attention to it when he enters the valley, but now, the blind can see that this is the main master!

Behind Lu Ya'er, most of them were female cultivators, but only Shen Yan followed behind with a few disciples of the Ten Thousand Law Immortal Sect and his friends who were already familiar.

Seeing him coming, the senior brother immediately showed a bright smile, ran over and gave him a big hug.

He looks delicate, this skin is better than most female cultivators, and his soft embrace has a faint fragrance, he is so embraced, for some reason, Xiang Yang actually remembered Brother Jing...

These two are wonderful people, why don't you make a match?

Lu Ya'er smiled faintly on the side, how to look at what a lady, but the smile on the corner of her mouth made Xiang Yang feel a little cold no matter how she looked, and then turned her head to meet the hot eyes of the female cultivators behind her, and suddenly understood.

I seem to have overdone it again!

However, my daughter-in-law, let's play in our true colors, and there is no deliberate show...

With a bitter face, he pulled Shen Yan and led the monks behind him to the side, tried to distance himself from those female cultivators, and asked in a low voice, "Senior brother, how long have you been here?"

"It's been a day, well, those people came before us..."Shen Yan nodded in the direction where Taishu Ming and Ning Shendou were, and then pointed towards Yuan Zihe and Fang Zishu: "It is said that Yuan Zhenren was the first to arrive... But Fang Zishu is behind us. ”

"Oh, what did you find?"

"The young master and I have studied these giant pillars, but we haven't found anything, and I don't know what they're used for, but looking at this number, it should be related to this big competition... But it's strange to say, why doesn't even Ning seem to know anything about it..."

Xiang Yang smiled and shook his head, it seems that Boss Niu's bad taste is really invincible, and he doesn't distinguish between relatives and relatives, and his own son doesn't let go.