After Yang Que returned to the cave, he sat down cross-legged and began to practice the Vajra Scorching Sun Technique.

After this period of uninterrupted cultivation, now that layer of golden light has spread from the palm of his hand to half of his arm, as long as he performs the exercises, a layer of golden light will instantly appear on both arms, like golden armor, indestructible.

He closed his eyes, the mana in his body surged, and his hands began to gradually light up with a touch of gold.

A day flies by in a blink of an eye.

In the evening, he opened his eyes, stopped cultivating, and thought of the girl who was still standing alone on the edge of the cliff guarding, he shook his head and smiled bitterly: "It seems that after being kissed by her, I will never forget her." ”

However, he knew very well in his heart that this was not a liking, the girl's appearance and figure were very good, and it was likely that she was still perfect, if she could use it for cultivation, it would naturally be the best.

In the Divine Fox Palace, his only goal was to obtain the Snow Marrow Spirit Fruit, and if he wanted to obtain this rare Spirit Fruit, he would definitely not be able to do without his strong strength.

Therefore, he no longer thinks about cultivation all the time, if a woman who is not very ugly is sent to the door for him to cultivate, he will definitely not refuse, not to mention that the girl is very good-looking.

He is not a decent man, he is just an ordinary man who is willing to do everything for the sake of his wife.

Therefore, he will not let go of every opportunity to make himself strong.

Open the stone gate, the slanting sun falls on the horizon, the red glow is all over the sky, and the lonely snowflakes are still fluttering quietly.

He pondered for a moment, no longer hesitated, closed the door, and headed outside. I'm going to go to Hongxia Cliff to accompany the girl named Miaomiao.

As he reached the huge square in front of him, he heard a fierce quarrel and shouting, and at the same time saw a group of low-level guards gathered around. At swords' points.

Yang Que was not nosy, and he was too lazy to look at it, and when he was about to pass by indifferently, he caught a glimpse of Zhang Jian's figure in the crowd.

He was slightly startled and stopped.

Although Zhang Jian was a little slick, he was also his friend, and he risked being discovered by the patrolling monks. took him into the snow orchard, and then often came to chat with him and tell him interesting things.

The relationship between the two. Not bad.

So now that he sees this scene, he naturally can't ignore it.

"Your kid's name is Zhang Jian, isn't it? Isn't it just a monk who has just become a low-level guard, what are you dragging?" In the crowd, a black-faced monk with five big and three thick faces. looked at Zhang Jian with disdain.

"Yes. Do you kid know that we are all old men among the low-level guards, and you dare to be arrogant in front of us, aren't you looking for a draw?" a monk chimed in.

"Don't talk nonsense with the kid, everyone starts beating him, if he doesn't have a look, let's continue to beat him, he doesn't even know him!" said another monk.

Yang Que stepped forward. After listening for a while, I knew the general situation of the matter.

It turned out that Zhang Jian was going to come to find a friend. When passing by here, he was a little absent-minded, and accidentally bumped into the black-faced monk's body, but the other party didn't do it, no matter how he apologized, he had to take out a superb magic weapon to compensate for it before letting him go.

The low-level guards who were wandering around the neighborhood seemed to know the black face, and when they heard his shouting, they all came over to help, and they all spoke evil words and wanted to beat Zhang Jian.

Zhang Jian was full of grievances, although he was a little jealous in his heart, but he was absolutely unwilling to give the other party a superb magic weapon so easily, and anyone with a discerning eye could see that this black-faced monk was deliberately blackmailing him, and the collision just now might be a trap he deliberately set.

And these monks who came around, seeing that he was a newcomer, naturally did not help him, but followed the black-faced monk with a flattering face, forcing him to hand over the magic weapon.

"This fellow Daoist, I really didn't mean it just now, I'll apologize to you, forget about this matter, okay?" Zhang Jian was angry in his heart, but he had no choice but to bow his head and apologize.

When the black-faced monk heard this, he sneered and said, "How much is an apology worth?" I was just looking at my eyes, but you suddenly bumped into me, and suddenly I lost the opportunity to break through, I didn't immediately abolish you, I just asked you to pay a magic weapon, which is worthy of you, why, you still want to make an inch?"

"Who thinks about it, everyone knows it in their hearts? I just accidentally bumped into you, can't I apologize? Why should Daoyou be aggressive?" When Zhang Jian heard this, he suddenly couldn't help but become angry.

"Yo, what's wrong? You did something wrong and dare to play tricks on me?" When the black face heard this, his face sank, and he said: "Boy, if you don't come up with a magic weapon to compensate today, I tell you, you can only stay here, and you can't go anywhere!"

Zhang Jian clenched his fists, his eyes almost erupted with fire, and he said angrily: "You...... You deceive people too much! Believe it or not, I'm going to go to the law enforcement team to file a complaint?"

"Oh, you go, you go now. The black-faced monk was not afraid, sneered, and said: "So many people here are watching, they all know that you hit me, everyone can testify that this matter is your fault, even if you go to the law enforcement team to complain, it is definitely you who will be punished." And, when the time comes, don't let me open my mouth!"

"You ......" Zhang Jian trembled with anger, but he couldn't refute it.

The crowd laughed gloatingly.

"Why, are you willing to take out the magic weapon?" said the black-faced monk with a mocking expression.

Zhang Jian gritted his teeth, lowered his head, and the anger in his eyes gradually extinguished, replaced by a touch of helplessness and humiliation.

Just as he was hanging his head and about to take out the magic weapon to compromise, Yang Que squeezed into the crowd, suddenly patted him on the shoulder, and said, "Senior Brother Zhang, are you here to find me?"

Zhang Jian's body was shocked, and he hurriedly turned to look at him, his face full of joy: "Senior Brother Yang, you are here, I am indeed here to find you." ”

Yang Que smiled, nodded, turned to look at the black-faced monk, and said, "Cheng Daoyou, you are surrounding my friends, what is the matter?"

As soon as the black-faced monk saw Yang Que and Zhang Jian talking, his heart suddenly "chuckled", knowing that it was a bad dish, and when he heard him call Zhang Jian intimately, he was even more frightened half to death.

As a small leader of the low-level guards, he naturally heard of Yang Que's background, and even his boss Wang Qiang and the others were trembling when they saw each other, calling themselves junior brothers, not to mention that his identity was even more low.

A few days ago, he witnessed the owner of the snow orchard personally bring a large basket of spiritual fruits to make amends to Yang Que, as if in the orchard, the owner's subordinates offended Yang Que.

Such a bullish and coaxing character, how did he provoke it.

"I didn't ...... It's nothing, we just saw this Taoist friend face and came over to talk, almost ......" The black-faced monk was frightened in his heart and trembled.

Those monks who came around and were originally going to watch the excitement naturally knew Yang Que, and when they saw this scene at this time, everyone scolded the black-faced monk in their hearts, aren't you looking for death?

"Yes, yes, we just came to talk to this senior brother, and we didn't mean anything else. Everyone nodded their heads with flattering smiles on their faces.

"Oh, is that so?" Yang Que seemed to smile, but his eyes looked at Zhang Jian beside him.

The black-faced monk saw that he was about to finish, and hurriedly bent down to apologize to Zhang Jian, turned his hand and took out a superb magic weapon, handed it over, and said with a flattering face: "Senior Brother Zhang, I was blind just now, and I accidentally touched you, so you don't remember the villain, forgive me, ah?"

Zhang Jian was stunned, looking at the black-faced monk in front of him who changed his face so quickly, he was a little dumbfounded, and at the same time, he was even more in awe of Yang Que's prestige in his heart.

"This ...... Forget it, it's not a big deal, I don't want anything. Looking at the black-faced monk who was still angry with him just now, and suddenly bowed his head in flattery, Zhang Jian was quite happy in his heart.

"That's not good, Senior Brother Zhang must accept this magic weapon, otherwise I will be uneasy. The black-faced monk couldn't help but say, and directly stuffed the magic weapon into Zhang Jian's palm, with a flattering smile on his face.

"Okay, you guys disperse, I still have something to say to Senior Brother Zhang. Yang Que glanced at the black-faced monk and stopped pursuing it.

When the black-faced monk heard this, his face was full of joy, and he hurriedly took his leave and left.

The onlookers also breathed a sigh of relief and quickly dispersed.

"Senior Brother Yang, thank you. Although Zhang Jian called Yang Que his junior brother, he lowered his head and looked respectful.

Although Yang Que asked him to call him like this, he was also self-aware and knew the gap between the two, so he didn't dare to be rude. (To be continued......)