Although Yang Jian preliminarily interpreted the method of "Handling" and cleared the biggest obstacle to cultivating this method, it still took a lot of effort to achieve the initial practice. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Yang Jian didn't have any hesitation, he simply put everything aside and cultivated with all his might.

Unconsciously, six or seven days passed, and Yang Jian made rapid progress in this method, and he was only one step away from getting started.

However, in the past few days, Yang Jian naturally felt that the aura around him was getting stronger day by day, and the intensity of the aura around him in the next two or three days even surpassed that of Huaguo Mountain, and he knew that he was getting closer and closer to Jinao Island.

Sure enough, on this day, Yang Jian was cultivating, and he heard the Yu Tamarin come in and report, "Jinao Island has arrived!"

Although they were expected, Yang Jian and Sanwa were still shocked when they heard the news, and they changed color at the same time.

After a while, a monster came to give an order, saying that it was the Turtle Spirit Holy Mother who asked them to go out, but there was no way, Yang Jian had to take the three Wayu marmosets out of the room with him.

When Yang Jian walked to the deck, he saw that the endless area in front of him was shrouded in a mist-like aura, and there was a large island hidden in the mist that he didn't know how wide it was.

Looking at the big island hidden in the spiritual mist, Yang Jian suddenly felt an inexplicable pressure, this pressure did not come from the island, but from the sect.

Only then did Yang Jian know that it turned out that deep in his heart, he had such a fear of the sect.

Yang Jian and the others carefully disembarked from the boat with the Turtle Spirit Mother and stepped on the big island, Yang Jian suddenly intuitively felt that the aura was enveloped, and the surrounding clouds were rolling and soothing, like the sea churning, which seemed to be grand and vast, and the weather was extraordinary.

Just standing here, he felt the sea of clouds surging around him, and there was an illusion that he could touch the canopy of heaven with his hand, which made people want to open their hearts and embrace this heaven and earth.

"It's worthy of a saint's dojo!" Yang Jian couldn't help but praise secretly.

Walking all the way inside, Yang Jian only found that there were many monks who intercepted the sect, and he kept meeting many "people" along the way, and they all recognized the Holy Mother of the Turtle Spirit and greeted them warmly.

In just a quarter of an hour, Yang Jian and the others met dozens of "people", and these "people" proved the popularity of the Turtle Spirit Holy Mother, and also showed how the sect flourished.

This place is different from the deserted immortal holy land in Yang Jian's imagination, according to this density, the number of disciples and daughters-in-law is really incredibly large, so it is reasonable for ten thousand immortals to come to the dynasty.

For Yang Jian and others, especially Sanwa, many people were very curious and showed a surprised look.

The hustle and bustle came and there was a lot of discussion, and there was a loud voice that was clear: "...... Isn't that kid a gourd baby?"

"It seems to be an eh......

"That seems to be that Yang Jian. ”

"Which Yang Jian?"

......

Hearing these words, Yang Jian frowned, he and a few gourd babies were more famous than they imagined, and their situation was becoming more and more dangerous.

Then, Yang Jian suddenly found that there were constantly powerful divine thoughts probing him, and more and more, and after a while, I don't know how many divine thoughts and probing spells swept over in an instant.

Yang Jian sensed a lot of malice in these divine thoughts, and cold sweat suddenly flowed down.

"Okay, you thieves, today finally fell into the hands of my sect!" At this moment, a voice with deep resentment suddenly came.

A kind of majesty rose, Yang Jian suddenly felt a great pressure, he looked at it, only to see that the Holy Mother of Fire Spirit suddenly appeared, looking at him viciously.

"Hahaha, it's really a tiger falling into Pingyang and being bullied by dogs!" Yang Jian suddenly shouted loudly.

"What do you mean, thief?" asked the Fire Spirit Lady in exasperation.

Yang Jian suddenly said: "If I don't lose my cultivation, you dare to do this?"

When the Holy Mother of Fire Spirit heard this, she became more and more annoyed, and only said angrily: "Even if you don't lose your cultivation, I will be afraid of you?"

Yang Jian said: "Now that my cultivation has been lost and I am here again, I can't tell you anything." ”

After a slight pause, Yang Jian said again: "Besides, how many years have I cultivated, how many years have you cultivated? Also, how much pressure is given to me by so many people around me, are you embarrassed to trouble me now?"

"That's it, it's not the first time I've heard of your reputation for bullying the small with the big and the small, since it has fallen into your hands, if you want to kill or chop it, whatever you want!"

Hearing this, except for the Holy Mother of Fire Spirit, many of the other sect disciples were also furious, even the Holy Mother of Turtle Spirit also showed the intention of killing, but no one made a move to embarrass Yang Jian.

The teachings that the disciples of the Interception Sect received on weekdays were too great and upright, even if they had already guessed Yang Jian's intentions at the moment, they could only endure it and did not dare to make a move, lest they fall into a bad reputation.

Many people are even more eager to go back in time, step back to their age of thirty or forty years old, and teach Yang Jian a good lesson, but unfortunately, although time can be reversed, no one here can do it, so they can only endure this humiliation.

"After the thief is out of arrogance, I, Zhao Gongming, have come to meet you. At this time, suddenly a loud cry came.

Then, Yang Jian saw a man dressed in white and holding a double whip striding out.

Most of the sect disciples who had gathered showed puzzled or worried looks, and it seemed that most of them didn't know this young man, and they had no confidence in him.

However, in Yang Jian's heart, there were 10,000 divine beasts rushing by. "Zhao Gongming! Senior Brother of the Interception Sect, although I don't know how he was ranked, he may be the third generation of senior brother, and his strength is beyond doubt.

If the battle of the gods does not encounter the treasure money, the exposition side may only have to wait for the Yuan Shi Tianzun to make a move.

Although the treasure money is now in Yang Jian's hands, it is half wasted at all, and it cannot be used at all.

Yang Jian could only pray that the Dinghai Divine Pearl had not yet fallen into the hands of Zhao Gongming.

At this time, Zhao Gongming saw that Yang Jian did not answer, but he said loudly: "I am less than thirty years old this year, and I have been cultivating for 20 years, but I don't take advantage of Taoist friends, I challenge Taoist friends, I don't know if Taoist friends dare to fight?"

Hearing this, many of the surrounding disciples of the Interception Sect were overjoyed, they had already seen that Zhao Gongming was an Earth Immortal cultivator, and his strength was superior to Yang Jian, and he looked younger than Yang Jian, so he felt that the odds of victory were in sight, and the reputation of the Interception Sect was guaranteed.

And Zhao Gongming is also secretly proud in his heart, he has always wanted to get ahead, since he entered the sect to practice hard, his qualifications are not bad, his progress is extremely fast, far beyond Tongji, but there are too many disciples in the sect, there are too many masters in the predecessors, although he has a little light, but he has long been hidden by the sun and the moon, by the light of those big stars.

When he encountered such a thing today, he felt that his opportunity had come, but he was also excited and happy in his heart.

"You thief, you say that I intercept the religion and bully the small, and now I challenge you, can you accept it?" Zhao Gongming shouted loudly.

Yang Jian glanced at the Holy Mother of the Turtle Spirit, only to see that she had no intention of blocking it, and it seemed that she was still a little looking forward to it, and Yang Jian's heart became colder and colder.

Suddenly, Yang Jian only felt that it was difficult to ride a tiger, at this time there was no way to hide, there was no way to avoid, if he should not fight again, what he said before would not be tenable, and if he intercepted the rest of the masters, he would really be dead.

At this point, Yang Jian was also forced onto the cliff, and in desperation, he could only fight and bet that Zhao Gongming had not yet obtained the Dinghai Divine Pearl.

Yang Jian pursed his lips and said disdainfully: "It's just you?"

Although he said that he was not doing the same thing, and his expression was even more disdainful, he was extremely vigilant in his heart and did not dare to be careless.

Zhao Gongming was also extraordinary, he was not provoked, and he didn't want to entangle with Yang Jian too much, so he shook his shoulders slightly, and suddenly there was a loud noise, and a clear and cold water light rose from behind him, and then made the sound of surging tides and waterfalls.

Yang Jian's eyes froze, he was really afraid of something, he was most afraid of the Dinghai Divine Pearl, but Zhao Gongming suddenly sacrificed one.

Yang Jian's face was a little vigilant, but in his heart, I was running through thousands of divine beasts. (To be continued.) )