"This is the Wuyuan Master of Futu Temple, the best friend of the younger brother, and I specially invited a helper. Zhang Yang introduced Monk Wuyuan to several senior brothers and sisters, and introduced Monk Wuyuan.

"This is Senior Brother Zhao, Senior Brother Yi, Senior Brother Song, and Senior Sister Huang. ”

"I've seen Master Wuyuan. Zhao Xiaobai, Yi Congyang, Song Fei, and Huang Shengnan all greeted the monk Wuyuan.

"I've seen a few Taoist friends. ”

Monk Wuyuan performed a Buddha salute, his eyes scanned among the thousands of monks above the island, and his brows couldn't help frowning: "The monk of the Xuantian Sword Sect has sealed the entrance, how can I go and get that Jiuyang Immortal Ginseng?"

Monk Wuyuan had already learned about the taking of Jiuyang Immortal Ginseng from Zhang Yang's mouth, although he was very shocked by this anti-heaven treasure, he was duty-bound to respond.

Zhao Xiaobai and the four of them also frowned, the monks of the Xuantian Sword Sect are not easy to get along with, hundreds of sword cultivators in the late stage of foundation building have gathered above the island, and they are afraid that they are not comparable to the monks of various sect forces, although the number of people is almost the same, the means are very different.

The combat power of the sword cultivator is far beyond that of ordinary monks, and the sword cultivation of the Xuantian Sword Sect in the foundation building period is even a flying sword treasure in each person's hand!

"It's not difficult to enter the island!" Zhang Yang glanced at the hundreds of monks of the various sect forces attracted by the strange state of the island, chuckled, and immediately shouted.

"There is a formed Jiuyang Immortal Ginseng on the island, we will scatter and break into the island from all directions, the ownership of Jiuyang Immortal Ginseng depends on the luck of your Taoist friends!

Jiuyang Ginseng, a 10,000-year-old spiritual creature that helps to form a baby!

With Zhang Yang shouting. Hundreds of monks were shocked, some in disbelief, some thoughtfully, and so on.

The hundreds of sword cultivators of the Xuantian Sword Sect also had a great change in complexion!

On the island within a radius of hundreds of miles, hundreds of people can't hold all directions, and the power of the Xuantian Sword Sect can still deter many monks before, but now as soon as the news of the treasure comes out, the hundreds of monks who are watching have plans, and they all want to enter the island to try their luck.

Suddenly, hundreds of people drove away in unison. Fly in all directions to the island. Zhang Yang and the others also flew in one direction of the island.

The hundreds of sword cultivators of the Xuantian Sword Sect hurriedly discussed, and they also flew around the island in teams, each guarding a location.

Not long after, a place on the outskirts of the island. Zhang Yang and the others met with more than a dozen Xuantian Sword Sect's sword cultivators.

"Please also make it convenient for all fellow Daoists. Zhang Yang frowned. Speak lightly. Uncle Feng had a favor with him, and he didn't want to be on a par with the monks of the Xuantian Sword Sect, because once he started it, it was often a matter of life and death. He didn't think the other side would show mercy.

"It's better for a few Taoist friends to retreat. A middle-aged sword cultivator with a long sword on his back glanced at Zhang Yang and the others, and spoke expressionlessly.

"Offended!"

Zhang Yang knew that what he said before was in vain, and now is not the time for a woman's benevolence, it is useless to say more, as soon as he raised his hand, the mountain peak treasure and the silver flying sword flew out of his sleeve, stretched out his hand and entered with a little mana, and struck at the dozen or so sword cultivators of the Xuantian Sword Sect.

After sacrificing the two treasures, the Qingguang Sword flew out after him, and Zhang Yang pinched the trick with both hands and shouted softly.

"Points!"

The blue light sword shook slightly, split into three, and struck at the monks of the Xuantian Sword Sect.

What made Zhang Yang slightly stunned was that more than a dozen monks of the Xuantian Sword Sect actually performed the same sword trick as him, only to see more than a dozen people each pinching the trick again and again, and the flying swords on their backs turned into one after another and soared into the sky, each swaying in the air, all of them were divided into three!

More than a dozen people performed three-point sword tricks!

More than a dozen flying sword treasures suddenly turned into dozens of flying swords, and the treasures that were originally ordinary power were already able to exert 200% of their power with the blessing of the sword technique.

Among them, the nine flying swords, under the control of the three Xuantian Sword Sect monks, turned into nine streamers and rushed out from the bottom up, and rushed towards the mountain peak treasure weapon pressed down in the air, and with just one blow, the mountain peak treasure weapon was knocked away.

Dozens of other flying swords turned into dozens of streamers and struck at Zhang Yang and the others.

Except for Zhang Yang and Wuyuan monks, Zhao Xiaobai's faces have changed greatly, in the past, they had only heard of the sword cultivation of the Xuantian Sword Sect, and they only knew that their combat power was far beyond that of ordinary monks, but now that they were in the scene, they knew what it meant to be amazing!

However, what shocked the four of them was still behind, and they saw that there was a snow-white folding fan in Zhang Yang's hand at some point, and after opening it, it was fanned again and again, and a large piece of cold air rushed towards dozens of flying swords.

After a mouthful of flying swords came into contact with the cold air, the cold qi suddenly turned into pieces of ice crystals to seal the mouthful of flying sword ice, and the sword cultivators of the Xuantian Sword Sect changed their faces one after another, and the sword tricks in their hands kept changing, but the flying sword did not react.

Driving the folding fan at such a costly fraction of Zhenyuan, seeing that a mouthful of flying sword ice was sealed, Zhang Yang was also relieved, if it weren't for his mana far exceeding that of monks of the same level, Huoyun Jue and Shenlong Nine Transformations were all exercises handed down from ancient times, and they complemented each other and were already comparable to Jindan monks, otherwise it would be difficult to display such a powerful weapon with this treasure.

Zhao Xiaobai, Yi Congyang, Song Fei, and Huang Shengnan also sacrificed several treasures each, so that ordinary foundation building monks were afraid that they would be stunned when they saw it, but now the treasures that were originally facing the flying sword took a turn and struck at the sword cultivation of the Xuantian Sword Sect.

Under the flying of all kinds of treasures, Zhang Yang's three-mouth blue light sword was also among them, and soon killed more than a dozen monks of the Xuantian Sword Sect, the attack power of these sword cultivators far exceeded that of ordinary monks, but the defense methods were ordinary.

"The junior disciple is not only cultivating to make great progress, but the means are also becoming more and more amazing!" After everyone won, Zhao Xiaobai looked at Zhang Yang, his face did not hide his shock, in a hurry, the Qi cultivation period cultivator who he personally accessed the sect in the past has now grown into a figure that he will also be amazed by.

Yi Congyang, Song Fei, and Huang Shengnan were also shocked, staring at Zhang Yang with strange eyes.

"Without further ado, let's get to the island quickly. Zhang Yang smiled, unconsciously standing at the peak of the foundation building monk, he also has the ability to conceit.

The six of them hurriedly cleaned up the battlefield, put away a mouthful of flying sword treasures and storage bags, and flew into the formation on the island.

"This mist has the effect of limiting the senses. Flying into the island, Zhao Xiaobai's brows furrowed, with his eyesight, he could only see a hundred zhang away, and his divine sense was also limited to a hundred zhang.

"This is a clever illusion ban, to prevent outsiders from breaking in. Yi Congyang's divine sense was also restricted, but he was amazed, with a bit of yearning on his face.

Zhang Yang and Monk Wuyuan glanced at each other, both of them were a little surprised, and there was a cool breath from the Bodhi leaves on the two of them, and the surrounding fog disappeared into invisibility in the eyes of the two.

(Thank you for the reward after the rain, the rabbit worships!) (To be continued......)