"What did you say?" Qin Lang's face changed, and he immediately stepped out, and the momentum on his body was overwhelming.

Yang Jian was unconscious, easily resisted, the corners of his mouth sneered, and stretched out his hand to pass one by one, and said, "I said, you, you, and you, the local chicken and the dog!"

"Hahaha! The kid is arrogant, it's the first time in his life that someone has pointed at him with his finger, this feeling is so fresh, so fresh that I can't even bear to kill you, I really want to stay and play with it. Qin Lang smiled hideously.

Qin Yilin next to her licked her red lips, she knew Qin Lang's methods, if she wanted to torture people, it would be even a shock to her.

"I will tear your spirit apart inch by inch, and put your soul under my golden pupils to roast and temper, so that you can deeply understand what happens if you are disrespectful to us!" Qin Lang sneered, the temperature in the golden pupils gave people the feeling of being in the ice and snow.

Killing intent regardless of physique, all of them are cold, making people feel cold all over.

But he picked the wrong opponent, Yang Jian didn't care about it at all, he looked at Qin Lang's two golden pupils curiously, glanced at them intently, and said, "Interesting." ”

Being able to face the golden pupil head-on without being affected at all, but it's just interesting?

Qin Lang's face moved slightly, and he said in surprise: "It turns out that the spiritual power has reached the half-step king level, and he is about to condense his divine sense, no wonder his tone is so arrogant." But you don't seem to know that even if it's really a half-step king, there's only a dead end here!"

Qin Lang only judged that Yang Jian's spiritual power had reached the half-step king level, and the physical body was just an ordinary physical body, in his understanding, the spirit and the physical body were generally not equal, and there would be strong and weak.

Although Yang Jian also has strengths and weaknesses, Qin Lang guessed wrong, because his physical body is stronger, not a half-step king-level, but a real king-level!

"Oh, yes? All I know is that anyone who dares to talk to me like that ends up dying. Yang Jian shrugged his shoulders and looked relaxed.

Qin Zeyang didn't say a word on the side, he felt a mountain-like power in Yang Jian's body, which was very hard and surging, faintly fluctuating his heart.

And Yang Jian's performance was too "abnormal", in the face of the siege, not only did he not have the slightest sense of crisis, but he was also very relaxed and didn't care at all.

There are only two explanations for this situation, one is that his brain is broken, and he is the capital he has no fear!

However, he is just a ten-heaven monk, and he is never a king-level powerhouse, what can he do?

That is the Heavenly Pride of the Holy Son level, below the king level, it can run rampant on the continent unhindered!

But Qin Zeyang hesitated, looking at the calm Yang Jian, for the first time in his heart he had an uncertain thought.

"Ignorant boy, no matter how good the work on your mouth is, you can't fight for your life!"

Qin Yi's fiery red eyebrows raised high, and said to Qin Lang: "Tell him so much, kill him quickly, if you don't bother to make a move, then leave it to me." ”

Yang Jian thought it was funny, when was his string of resounding names outside so unusable?

"Don't fight, let's go together!" Yang Jian shook his head, then made his signature gesture, stretched out his index finger and hooked it.

"Arrogance, let Lao Tzu meet you!"

Qin Lang flew out in an instant, and a long golden line was drawn on the hard ground.

This is the space of the saint, the space is extremely solid, and a punch that can shatter the mountain peak on the outside can only make a small pit the size of a basin here.

Only Qin Lang raised his fists, and suddenly a golden scorching sun emerged from his fists, shining on him covered in golden light. He held a basin-sized sun in one hand, waving it so much that even the void rippled.

"Qin Lang's Nine Days Divine Fist has been practiced to such an arbitrary level, and he can come at hand, it seems that because of his golden pupils, he must have secretly tilted a lot of resources at home. ”

Qin Yilin's eyes flashed with essence, although she is a woman, her means and thoughts are no worse than that of men.

Then she hadn't gotten rid of her "appreciation" of Qin Lang, and suddenly she wanted to see something incredible, and her eyes widened.

Yang Jian looked at Qin Lang, who was carrying two rounds of the sun to kill in a killing posture, his whole body was full of golden light, and then he punched out simply and neatly, only to hear him shout lightly in the air: Broken Mountain Fist!

This was originally the Split Mountain Fist he cultivated, but after several realizations, it had already broken away from the original realm of true meaning and risen to a vast and mysterious realm.

According to Yang Jian's understanding, under the boxing method, there are various changes in the fist intent, but the true meaning is the same end, and it is finally the art of killing.

In the past, the Split Mountain Fist only existed to shake the Split Divine Mountain, and the changes in rigidity and softness were very subtle, if it weren't for the fact that he had experienced the danger of life and death, and had the experience of his previous life in his brain, otherwise he would still be at the point of superficial comprehension.

But now it's different, one place of Broken Mountain Fist can break the Divine Mountain, and you can break the Divine River!

Even, with his ascension, the Broken Mountain Fist can evolve countless versions, breaking everything in the world that can be broken, even the space and rules can be broken with one punch!

Rumble!

The moment he made contact, Qin Lang's complexion changed drastically, and he knew that he had underestimated the enemy, but it was too late, a mountain-like force exploded on his fist, and immediately blood was dripping, and his bones were broken together, and then, the surging power like a river poured out, and his arms poured towards his whole body.

We all know that human bones are the toughest, but the small meridians are extremely fragile, and when they suddenly receive such a powerful infusion, they suddenly feel like they have been cut with a knife, and they are cracked inch by inch.

Burst!

Qin Lang spurted out a mouthful of blood, and then continued to spray wildly, his feet retreated again and again, and every step stepped on the ground with a deep footprint, which showed how majestic and domineering the residual power on his body was!

When Qin Yilin saw this, there was only one question in his heart, how could his physical body be so strong, and he was able to defeat Qin Lang with one punch?

And Qin Lang's heart was extremely shocked at this moment, his eyes were incredulous, and he cried out in a lost voice: "What kind of fist technique are you, can you actually break my Nine Days Divine Fist?"

Hearing this, Qin Yilin and Qin Zeyang also looked at the young man who slowly withdrew his fist.

"Broken Mountain Fist!"

Yang Jian said lightly, he was not very satisfied with his punch, according to his estimate, how could he break Qin Lang's arm and let him suffer a heavy blow.

"It seems that my realm is too low, if I can blend the rules into it, the power will be even higher. ”

He whispered under his breath, and began to think as if no one was around.

And Qin Yilin, who heard this from a distance, looked at him in shock, blending the rules? How is this possible? I can't even touch it, and I still want to master it? It's just a fantasy!

A trace of hesitation flashed on Qin Zeyang's face, and he finally took a step forward and said, "Young hero, it's rare to see these days, so in order to express my caution towards you, I decided that the three of us will go together, you won't mind, right?"

"Three fights and one is just a temptation......" Qin Yilin felt that it was a bit too much, although Qin Lang was injured, but because he was inferior to the ancients, and his golden pupils had not yet been used, it was impossible to say who would win or lose.

"I said mind, will you listen?" Yang Jian chuckled, but there was undisguised mockery on his face.

"Big brother......" Qin Lang is anxious, isn't this a loss of face for him? It's just that he accidentally underestimated the enemy, and he can't be so unconfident in himself.

Qin Zeyang raised his hand to interrupt his words, and smiled at Yang Jian: "If you become a king or lose a king, no matter how much you complain, it will eventually turn into smoke here." ”

Yang Jian sneered: "Do you think that the three of you will be able to deal with me if you go together?" Do you think I came in without the slightest mental preparation?"

After speaking, the expressions of the three of them changed.

Of course, they can figure out this simple truth, but because they think clearly, they don't understand it.

Could it be that the top sacred mountain has come?

But how is this possible? Every one of that kind of Tianjiao characters is a sun shining in the sky, incomparably bright and dazzling, and what they see is not an ordinary thing, how can they be interested in a small saint space.

Is it for the sake of the Divine Magnetism?

Thinking of this, Qin Lang asked uncertainly, "Are you still a rune formation master?"

Yang Jian didn't know why, but after thinking that the three of them were not much of a threat, he nodded.

"It's really a rune formation master! Sure enough, it's coming for the divine magnet!"

Qin Lang's heart is not calm, his body is so strong, coupled with the Fu Array Master, this battle is not easy to fight!

"Your Excellency must have come for the Divine Magnetism, I don't know which senior needs it?" Qin Zeyang asked.

Yang Jian was silent on the surface, but in his heart he was in ecstasy, Divine Magnetism, did I hear it wrong every time? Could it be the legendary Divine Magnetic, God-level materials, and leftovers that could easily be cultivated into a secret treasure of spiritual attack?

"Which senior can you inquire casually?"

Yang Jian had an arrogant look, and began to pretend to be a cow fork like Liu Cha.

Being able to be so confident and calm, and directly say his identity as a talisman master, it seems that this young man really has no fear.

But the elders had already instructed that this was an intruder and that he must be killed on the spot.

Could it be that the outside has fallen and been attacked? But if so, how can there be only one man?

Strange, really weird.

The three of them secretly communicated spiritually, and they hesitated for a while.

"No matter who he is, but on the territory of Donglin Divine Mountain, he can't be allowed to be presumptuous! Otherwise, the family will not let us go easily!"

When it comes to the family, the three of them change color together, if they mess up today, their status will plummet, and they will be stared at and ridiculed, which is absolutely intolerable.

"Kill!"

The three of them drank together, and attacked on three sides.

"Golden Flame! Incinerate everything!"

Qin Lang's golden pupils spewed out two golden flames, like a demon god.

Yang Jian didn't think so, although the golden pupil supernatural power made him a little curious, but burning everything, it was far away, right?

"Taste my flaming whip!"

Qin Yilin held a fiery red whip in her hand, connected like a backbone, red red, like magma flowing on it.

Under the urging of the eyes, the flame whip suddenly soared, from three meters directly to thirty meters, and the flames erupted, turning into a terrifying fire dragon.

"It's kind of interesting. Yang Jian stared at the bone whip, he felt the smell of the ancient flame snake, as for why it transformed into a fire dragon, it was actually purely Qin Yilin's imagination.

"Burning Sky Palm!"

Qin Zeyang deserved to be the eldest of the three, and with the mobilization of true power like a sea of fire, he suddenly slapped out a giant flame palm, and even the power of the thirty-meter fire dragon was suppressed.

"It's a pity, it's all flashy!"

Yang Jian didn't stay by Liu Cha's side for a long time, but he learned a very practical thing, that is, when fighting, it is not that the more gorgeous the attack range, the greater the lethality, but it has to be reversed.

Especially after exerting force, the power should be condensed but not dispersed, turning the surface into a line, and turning the line into a point, so that the strongest blow can be broken.

"Broken Eyes!"

Facing Qin Lang's golden pupils, Yang Jiangen didn't move, and directly sacrificed his magical powers to blast over.

"Slashing Immortal Knife!"

A golden light flew out of Yang Jian's body, turned into a golden thread, and drilled into the mouth of the fire dragon head-on, and the next moment, the fire dragon wailed, and there was a faint flash of golden light on his abdomen.

Bang bang bang!

The sound of the metal crashing sounded, and I saw a crack in the fire dragon's abdomen, followed by more channels, and finally with a bang, the entire fire dragon exploded directly.

"Empty music mudra!"

Yang Jian only really made a move at this time, and his feet were forced, like a lightning bolt rushing out, and then he raised his hand and lightly handed out a palm, the palm was golden and transparent, directly passing through the giant flame palm.

Qin Zeyang was shocked, looking at the young man who had killed him, his mind moved, and a big seal of the four directions appeared in front of him.

Rumble!

The golden glass-like palm slapped on the golden seal, although it was not shattered, the huge impact force also forced Qin Zeyang to fly out with a bang.

After knowing that he landed, there was still horror in his eyes.

"How can it be so strong? It was easily defeated under the alliance......"

Yang Jian only made one palm in the whole process, which was simple and neat, sweeping the three of them.

"It's not that I'm too strong, it's that you're too weak, it's up to you, to return the Holy Son? ”