Hum!

It was the first time to withstand the attack of the late Yuan Infant Monk, and it was still unexpected, Zhang Yan couldn't help but let out a muffled snort.

Although the other party just flicked his sleeves casually and lifted himself, it still made his blood surge, and it took a while to calm down.

"Huh?"

The person who made the move, seeing Zhang Yan came back to his senses in a blink of an eye, and he had not been injured in the slightest, so he couldn't help but show surprise and looked back.

At this time, Zhang Yan's face was gloomy, he calmed his qi and blood, and looked up at the Yuanying Monk who swept himself away like a fly.

At first glance, Zhang Yan was a little stunned, only to see that in front of him was an old man in a colorful robe, with a hooked nose and two yin owl eyes, wasn't it the Jianxiamen Elder Wan Jingyu who had seen it from afar when the blood pool was opened.

At the beginning, this Wan Jingyu and the Eastern Emperor played once, although it was only a move, but it was evenly matched at the beginning, and it should be the same as the latter, both of which were in the early stage of the Yuan Infant.

It's just that at this time, Zhang Yan looked at the ten thousand shocking rain in front of him, and it was already a cultivation in the middle of the Yuan Infant.

Moreover, as a Jianxiamen monk, almost all of them have inherited the ancient sword cultivation, and their combat power is extremely amazing, and the strength of the ten thousand shocking rain in front of them will definitely not be inferior to that of ordinary monks in the late Yuan Infant period.

However, Zhang Yan did not have any fear, and he was extremely disgusted with Jianxiamen itself, and was repeatedly hunted down and killed by his disciples, and he was resentful.

Of course, at that time, his strength was not good, and Zhang Yan could only admit it, this immortal cultivation world is commonplace, killing people and grabbing treasures, no wonder others.

Now that he has met the Jianxiamen monk again, and it is still this shocking rain, where will Zhang Yan be polite, after being slightly stunned, he secretly sneered, but he still looked at it, and said politely: "Senior, this stone is the junior first, do you want to give it to you?"

Although Zhang Que's words were neither hard nor soft, the other monks on the platform all looked over, and they obviously heard Zhang Que's words in which he was sarcastic and bullied the small.

When Wan Jingyu heard this, his face instantly became gloomy, but he still couldn't lose face in front of so many fellow Daoists, so he said: "This stone is just useful to the old man, and even if this stone is given to you, you can't break the ban." In this way, in order not to fall into the mouths of others, saying that the old man bullies the small, the old man will give you a million spirit stones, and you go and choose another treasure. ”

When the words fell, Wan Jingyu shook his hand and threw a storage bag towards Zhang Yan.

Zhang Yan grabbed the storage bag with one hand, gently weighed it, nodded, and put it away.

"Thank you seniors for the gift! The blow of the seniors just now seriously injured the juniors, and with these million spirit stones, it can be regarded as a flattening. However, the stones on the stone shelf, the juniors can't give them to the seniors!"

Zhang Yan accepted the spirit stone, and his face showed great joy, but his eyes turned positive, and he solemnly said to Wan Yu.

Rumble......

When Wan Jingyu heard this, his face was instantly gloomy, and the whole person was almost on the verge of going berserk, and his whole body was full of momentum, and he shouted angrily: "Junior, you are looking for death, dare to play the old man! Give you a chance, if you don't get out, the old man will take your sacrificial sword!"

Wan Yu's furious voice immediately attracted the attention of the other monks on the nearby platform, and they all showed surprise because of Zhang Yan's actions.

"This kid is really daring! This ten thousand shocking rain is a monk of Jianxiamen, who claims to be famous and decent, but he is famous for killing people without blinking, this time he didn't slash at this kid with a sword, maybe he also cares about the monks around him and the palace here......"

On the seventeenth platform, Ziyang Zhenren's eyes also fell on the platform where Zhang Yan was, and finally muttered to himself.

However, the girl beside him nodded and looked at her with beautiful eyes.

In the face of so many eyes, Wan Jingyu's face couldn't help but turn blue, and he couldn't hang it up, but when he thought of the stone behind him, he could only continue to pull down his face and compete with a junior.

Others can't see the preciousness of this stone, but he has seen it from the ancient and incomplete classics, if the sacrifice is successful, he can absorb the Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi by himself, and with his body, his cultivation speed can skyrocket several times, and the most important thing is that the Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi absorbed by this stone is more refined than the cultivation and absorption of refining, so how can he give up and give up, let alone be a junior.

"Old thing, give you a shameless face, since you rely on your own strength and rob me of things, then I will let you know what regret is!"

For the momentum emanating from Wan Jingyu, Zhang Yan didn't seem to feel it, his body didn't move at all, and he immediately sneered when he saw the latter's anger.

As soon as he finished speaking, a flash of inspiration flashed in his hand, and the black Morota immediately turned into a small mountain, which was picked up by him with one hand and smashed towards the ten thousand shocking rains.

Zhang Yan's move made the monks looking at this side stunned and a little incredulous.

"That kid is crazy, take a shot at Wan Lao Dao!"

Many old monsters recognized Wan Jingyu's identity, and their faces were a little shocked, and they spoke in amazement.

At this time, Wan Jingyu was also slightly stunned when he saw Zhang Yan take the initiative to make a move, and then his face was full of cruelty, and he said: "Look at your kid is really in the water, you dare to make a move on the old man! Since you are looking for death, the old man will fulfill you!"

When the words fell, Wan Jingyu made a move in his hand, and a golden sword half a foot wide and more than a foot long appeared in his hand out of thin air.

Airplanes!

Wan Jingyu's hand shook slightly, and the golden sword in his hand immediately burst into golden light, and the huge sword body let out a soft groan, like a golden dragon roaring.

Shout!

The huge golden giant sword, which was swept away by the rain of ten thousand shocks, broke through the air, and directly met Zhang Yan's black Moro Pagoda, and the momentum seemed to be about to cut the black pagoda in half in one fell swoop.

In the eyes of Wan Jingyu and the monks around him, this sword must be to kill the young man on the other side.

The power of the sword of the monk of Wanxiamen is so terrifying, even if it is a monk in the late Yuan Infant period, he does not dare to take the sword of Wan Shocking Rain at will.

What's more, it is a Jindan monk, under the blow of the Yuanying monk, it is fortunate that he can resist immortality, but under this terrifying sword, it is absolutely difficult to survive.

While!

But in the next moment, a sonorous sound of the handover of gold and stone suddenly sounded in this deep palace, and the imaginary picture of the young man's death did not appear, but Wan Jingyu was shocked out with an angry face, and his face turned pale.

"Old thing, don't rely on you to be a Yuanying monk, just be so arrogant! Today Zhang will let you know what it means to regret it!"

Zhang Yan completely relied on his physical body and the powerful power of Morota to directly smash the Ten Thousand Shocking Rain away.

At this time, in one breath, he directly approached again, and Morota was picked up by him, sending out bursts of bursts in the void, and in the blink of an eye, it fell on Wan Jingyu again.

Dangdang......

The dense sound of gold and stone handover continued to sound in the main hall, sparks splashed everywhere, and spiritual rays flew up.

Especially Zhang Yan, relying on his physical strength, there was no trace of spiritual power exposed, which made the monks watching around stunned, and at this time, Wan Jingyu was beaten back and forth.

"What kind of treasure is this?"

Wan Jingyu looked at the black giant tower waving in Zhang Yan's hand, and couldn't help but be shocked and angry, especially the latter's strength, which made him feel even more terrifying, how could he not believe that the young man in front of him only had the cultivation of the Jindan period.

Click!

And at this moment, after the two of them exchanged more than ten breaths, the golden big sword in Wan Jingyu's hand actually broke at this time, and the golden spirit on the giant sword was like a golden bead sprinkled and shattered in an instant.

"What!"

The monks who watched the two of them fight, seeing this scene, their eyes almost popped out, and they couldn't believe that the old man who was suppressed by the young man was the second elder of the Jianxia Sect, Wan Jingyu.

"Old thing! Just a scrap iron cast into a sword, dare to take it out and fiddle with it, it's really embarrassing to go home!"

Zhang Yan watched the other party's big sword being smashed, sneered and roared, not giving Wan Jingyu a chance to breathe at all, and slaughtered it again.

"Scrap iron, that's the Golden Spirit Ancient Sword made of ten thousand years of gold and refined iron, and it was actually said to be scrap iron by this kid!"

The monks around him, hearing Zhang Yan's words, couldn't help but twitch fiercely, and they were speechless.

However, when they saw the black pagoda in Zhang Yan's hand, many people's eyes lit up.

Boom!

At this time, Wan Jingyu had already tried his best to use defensive means, but he was still smashed by Zhang Yan and kept retreating, a mouthful of blood was overflowing from the corner of his mouth, and his face was extremely gloomy.

"Boy, if you are looking for death, you will know that with the power of treasures, you will see the power of the Yuanying Monk today!"

When the words fell, Wan Jingyu's cultivation moved with a roar, and the majestic coercion directly shrouded him, Zhang Yan's body couldn't help but freeze slightly, and at this time, Wan Jingyu teleported in a blink of an eye and disappeared in place.

And Zhang Yan, who saw this scene, sneered, with his terrifying divine sense, even if Wan Jingyu relied on the Yuanying Monk to comprehend a trace of spatial supernatural power and teleport, and escaped into the void, he could still detect it.

In the next moment, Zhang Yan shot up directly, and with a wave of his hand, a big palm of more than ten zhang fell into the sky, and he slapped directly towards a void.

Bang......

The astonishing momentum and coercion made the void faintly distorted, and a burst of spiritual light shattered, directly submerging the air.

And as the roar fell, a bloodied figure was shot out of the void and smashed to the ground.

"You ......"

Wan Frightened Rain's clothes were torn, and there was no intact skin on his body, waiting for his frightened eyes to look at Zhang Yan, and after spit out a word very unwillingly, his head tilted and he was silent.

All the monks in the main hall of the Immortal Sect almost stopped what they were doing, and looked at Zhang Yan in a daze, and then looked at the ten thousand shocking rain on the ground that could no longer die, they were all a little unbelievable.

Especially the palm of Zhang Yan just now, it was almost more powerful than the full force of the monk of the late Yuan Infant period, even if it was the attack of the monk of the Transformation Period, it was nothing more than that.

The monks present were all stunned, and they did not come back to their senses for a while.

"Who is this kid? That palm seems to be a great magic skill, and it is extremely powerful, even if the old man strikes with all his strength, it is nothing more than that!"

On the last platform, Xue Haoyu's eyes froze, staring at Zhang Yan, and his tone was solemn.

The old man of the Baiqiao Chamber of Commerce and a few others on the side also nodded, with a slight shock on their faces.

However, Zhang Yan didn't care about the eyes of others around him, and went directly towards the ten thousand frightened rains, who originally wanted to marry the storage bag of the old thing, but what made him wonder was that the storage bag had turned into a pile of powder.

Zhang Yan also knew at this time that when the rain fell, his own palm could not do it, and the latter died, probably because he was torn apart by the space, and most of him was seriously injured, and he was slapped by himself, and there was no more chance.

Shaking his head slightly, his expression did not fluctuate, Zhang Yan returned to the Soul Snatcher Stone, played with the prohibition above, and sat down.