Shushan is now the first sect on the surface of Dongsheng Shenzhou, and the head of the sect was beheaded by someone, such a major event can be described as shocking, and it instantly gathered the attention of the entire Dongsheng Shenzhou.

Long eyebrow peak, in front of the thatched hut.

The long-eyebrow Taoist was sitting opposite a middle-aged Taoist who was sloppily dressed and dissolute.

"Senior brother, you plan to let Yang Chan's female baby run around in this matter, you don't care?" The sloppy Taoist took the green skin gourd, poured wine in a big gulp, and called Changmei Senior Brother, there is only one person in Shushan who has this qualification, and that is Li Qinglian, the Qinglian Sword Immortal who travels in the Three Realms.

"The junior brother doesn't know, Yang Jianqi is not only a leader of the three generations of exposition, but his strength is stronger than the twelve golden immortals of that year, and Yanchang's soul is detained at this time, which is also his fate. The long-eyebrow Taoist sighed, his words full of helplessness.

"It seems that the senior brother is ready to endure this breath. Qinglian Daoist sneered and said: "I walked the Three Realms in the Poor Dao, and I heard that the name of Shu Mountain was like the sky, but now it seems that it is just boasting, and you, senior brother, are also cultivating a group of pseudo-sword immortals." ”

Qinglian Daoren's tone was sarcastic, obviously very disdainful of the choice of the Changmei Daoist, but the Changmei Daoist only sighed when he heard the words, and did not refute it at all.

"Okay, senior brother, if you don't make a move, I can't look past the old way, after all, there is still a title of uncle and ancestor on this body. Seeing that the Changmei Daoist had made up his mind, Qinglian Sword Immortal didn't say anything more, just carefully put away the gourd, and then his figure flashed and disappeared on the Changmei Peak.

"Alas......" Looking at the direction where Li Qinglian disappeared, the long-eyed Taoist let out a long sigh: "The affairs of the Three Realms have always been spoken with fists, if you really have the strength of your junior brother, why do you need to be so timid, you can't even get your disciple killed." ”

I haven't seen you all these years. At the beginning, the Qinglian Sword Immortal of the Heavenly Immortal Realm was now a super golden immortal with the Nine Heavens Realm.

As a person favored by the ancestor of Taishang Dao, he has the unique strength to seek justice for Shushan.

Guan Jiangkou, Yang Mansion.

Yang Jian, dressed in black, was sitting alone in the courtyard drinking.

The roaring dog turned into its original form and lay at Yang Jian's feet obediently. Isn't it looking up at the sky.

"Roaring Sky Dog, do you also think that I am too ruthless and unsatisfactory to do this?" After a while, Yang Jian drank an empty bottle of wine, lowered his head and asked the Roaring Sky Dog.

"Woo... The master is always right!" the whistling dog whimpered and spoke.

"You can talk!" Yang Jian smiled and patted the head of the Roaring Sky Dog, then withdrew his smile and said, "No matter who you are, dare to put your hand on my sister." They are bound to die, Liu Yanchang is just a chess piece, if I find out who is behind the scenes, I will definitely cut it off!"

At this time, Yang Jian's face was full of murderous aura, and the strong man who came out of the battle of the gods already had an incomparably powerful murderous aura, and he had been in the Guanjiangkou for many years. Perhaps the prestige of Jiro Makoto has been forgotten by some people.

Shaking his head, he put away his emotions a little helplessly. Yang Jian flipped over and took out a bottle of wine, slapped the stopper and was about to pour it into his throat, when suddenly his brows furrowed.

He felt an incomparably sharp but vibrant aura rapidly approaching here, and he could sense that the owner of that powerful aura had locked him firmly.

"What a demon. Dare to trespass on the mouth of the river. ”

The breath was approaching, and the six saints of Meishan in the Yang Mansion Courtyard had already noticed it, and with a shout of scolding, the six figures rose into the sky and went towards the breath to intercept it.

Meishan Six Saints. This Meishan is not the Meishan of Yuan Hong and other seven monsters, but is located near the mouth of the Guanjiang River, these six guys are also the essence of heaven and earth, all of them have the cultivation of Da Luo Jinxian, and they are like-minded sworn brothers when Yang Jian cleaned up the demons near the mouth of the Guanjiang River.

"The six brothers don't have to stop it!" Yang Jian saw this, and hurriedly stopped it loudly.

"Whoosh whoosh—"

The sound of six breaking through the air sounded, and Yang Jian's wine table suddenly had six big men with different shapes and different breaths, which were the six saints of Meishan.

"This breath is so powerful, it's not worse than the second master, I don't know where it is sacred?" Boss Meishan glanced at the sky and said.

"Maybe the Three Holy Mothers invited it!" said Meishan Laosi, who had the most flexible mind among the several people.

"It's coming!" Yang Jian's eyes flashed, and the hand holding the wine bottle slammed forward.

Hearing a loud sound of "boom", a visible ripple movement appeared, and a sword tip appeared on Yang Jian's fist, and then the ripples spread in all directions, directly knocking the six saints of Meishan and the roaring heavenly dog upside down and scattering in all directions.

At the same time, the tip of the sword manifested upwards, gradually revealing a sloppy Taoist with a sword in a cyan robe, who was the Qinglian Sword Immortal who had rushed from Shu Mountain.

"Li Qinglian?" The Six Sages of Meishan didn't know this person, but Yang Jian had seen it, and this was specially summoned to him by his master Yuding Zhenren.

The acceptance of disciples by the Taishang Dao Ancestor is a major event for the entire Daomen.

"Boom-"

With a soft sound, the wine bottle in Yang Jian's hand scattered and shattered, and Li Qinglian also floated and retreated with this force, falling opposite Yang Jian.

"Yang Jian, the Erlang Zhenjun of Megatron, really has two brushes, no wonder my senior brother is so jealous of you. After Li Qinglian retreated, the long sword in her hand was not unsheathed, and there was a trace of shock in her eyes when she looked at Yang Jian.

In the battle just now, he came with momentum, Yang Jian just rushed to meet the battle, but as a result, he was still standing with his hands down, but he was shocked and flew out, although it was just a simple temptation, it was enough to distinguish the high.

After a short fight, Li Qinglian came to a conclusion: "This cold young man in black is actually stronger than me." ”

Although Li Qingnian is sloppy in plain dress, and he also likes to mix in the red dust, he is an extremely proud person in his bones, some people are arrogant, proud on his face, and his pride is in his bones.

When it comes to seniority in the Daomen, he is still this guy's uncle.

"Good boy, you have aroused my interest, show your weapons, and have a good fight with me. Li Qinglian was a little unacceptable to this result, so she shouted loudly.

"Against you, not yet. Yang Jian snorted coldly, then shook his hands into a fist, flew with an arrow step, and called at Li Qinglian.

"Humph!"

Li Qinglian was furious when she heard this, and with a pull of her long sword, a green lotus bloomed in her face, holding the fist that was struck by the splitting face.

"Humph!"

Today's Yang Jian, the cultivation of eight or nine Xuangong has reached the peak of the sixth turn, and his own realm has also turned nine times, and his strength is so strong that he is ranked first among all the Golden Immortal powerhouses, although the Qinglian Sword Immortal is strong, it is still a step behind.

At this time, Yang Jian was already depressed in his heart, and he borrowed wine to drown his sorrows, and Li Qinglian sent it to the door, just so that he could take the opportunity to vent.

Yang Jian's martial arts are not inferior to Yuan Hong, even if he didn't use his weapons, he beat Li Qinglian to an embarrassment with just a pair of fists, and he was defeated and retreated.

Li Qinglian exerted her own Qinglian swordsmanship to the limit, and the lotus flowers in the courtyard were unfortunately defeated when the flowers bloomed, and the long sword in her hand had already had traces of failure under the continuous bombardment of the other party. (To be continued.) )