The three-pointed two-edged knife in his hand trembled, and Tang Luo laughed and threw it backwards.

He threw the three-pointed two-edged sword at Montenegro.

A figure walked out of the Black Mountain, reached out to the attacking three-pointed two-edged sword, and grabbed it.

Unlike Tang Luo's behavior of directly grabbing the blade, the man leaned his body, avoided the blade in front, reached out to grab it on the long handle, and stopped the three-pointed two-edged knife firmly.

This man wore a cloud crown on his head, his long hair was not fully raised, partly dispersed, he was wearing a hydrated suit, had white face, no beard, sword eyebrows, starry eyes, and a handsome appearance.

The Taoist priest dressed up, but there was a bit of coldness between his eyebrows. He looked up a little, and there was a golden vertical mark in the center of his forehead.

Erlang Shen Yang Jian!

Even Liu Chenxiang, who had never seen Yang Jian, immediately confirmed the identity of the man when he saw the man.

Of course, what emerged in his mind was not the identity of "Erlang Shen Yang Jian", but the True Lord of the Saint.

It is also Yang Jian’s identity in this world.

Yang Jian’s current dress is actually more suitable to use the title of Qingyuan Miaodao True Lord.

The three-pointed two-edged knife in my hand is slightly out of place with its elegant and elegant appearance, but it is only slightly.

“The Lord…”

Among the five heavenly emperors, the Red Emperor Dai Li, and the Yellow Emperor Zhu Zizhen was still here. He was already dying and half of his foot stepped into the tomb.

The Black Emperor Wu Long and the White Emperor Chang Hao were not even here. They were already lying in the coffin, waiting for someone to close the coffin board. As long as they destroyed their temple, they did not need to be completely lost, and the power of incense was lost to a certain extent.

When they were lying into the coffin, the two of them basically had no power to resist, and their divine weapons and generals were not in good condition.

The action of closing the coffin board is not very difficult, and even Liu Chenxiang and his God-Suppressing Society can be done.

Qing Emperor Yang Xian, his is undoubtedly relatively lucky. He was the least injured and could even speak out about his master's son.

Yang Jian just glanced at Yang Xian and did not make any mistakes. This kind of villain boss often did inexplicable actions.

His eyes and attention were focused on Tang Luo.

"Long time no see..." Tang Luo looked at Yang Jian with a bright smile.

Yang Jian didn't say anything, frowned slightly at Tang Luo, not knowing what he was thinking.

Probably: Why did this guy come?

"Xiansheng Zhenjun." Liu Chenxiang whispered, "He is much younger than I thought."

Zhu Bajie didn't say anything to Liu Chenxiang. He grabbed his head, his face slightly sad.

He glanced at Ao Yulie next to him, and Ao Yulie's expression was similar.

They all saw that the smile, the master was in a little wrong, or the condition was a little right.

This basically means that he and Yang Jian are inevitable in a fight, and there may be heavy casualties in the end.

To be honest, neither of them would like to see this happen. In our relationship, there is no need to fight and kill like this. It is not right to fight and kill.

But the eldest brother who was fighting was not here.

Zhu Bajie and Ao Yulie couldn't stop Tang Luo.

"Or, go and stop your master." Zhu Bajie placed his hope on Xiaotian Dog.

As a result, Xiaotian Dog was sleeping soundly. After being thrown for several times, she still slept very heavily and had no intention of waking up at all.

Zhu Bajie suspected that Xiaotian Dog was timid and pretended to be asleep.

“The Lord…”

Jin Dasheng here also shouted, "I will always be loyal to you when expressing my position."

As for how solid this position is, I'm afraid he doesn't even know it himself.

Yang Jian ignored Jin Dasheng, just looked at Tang Luo and said, "You shouldn't have come."

"...A Gu Long?" Tang Luo smiled, "It's not good if an old friend comes to visit, it's not good to stay away from him."

"I don't want to be disturbed." Yang Jian said.

"I just want to live a two-person world with your sister?" Tang Luo mocked.

"It has nothing to do with you." Yang Jian's voice was cold, without any emotional fluctuations, although his brows were always slightly frowning.

The two chatted, and the atmosphere seemed to be quite peaceful, but in fact, everyone present could feel huge pressure.

The storm is about to come and the wind fills the building.

Everyone felt that they were standing on the edge of a crater that was about to erupt. They didn't know when it would erupt. They were sure that they would erupt at any time.

Well, this is just a metaphor, because even if Liu Chenxiang erupts, he will not be able to do anything.

To be honest, even Zhu Bajie was a little confused. Why was his master's fighting spirit so high?

Is it really a harsh person?

"Why has nothing to do with me? As an idol, caring about the life of the number one fan is called spoiling fans." Tang Luo said unspoken words, "This kind of behavior can attract more fans and make money from them."

"It's so annoying, why hasn't it been resolved yet?" Before Yang Jian could say anything, a voice came.

The person who said this was not anyone present.

But that Montenegro.

To be precise, it was heard from the Black Mountain, with a bit of impatient and sounded quite coquettish tone.

A gate appeared at the top of Montenegro Mountain. The gate opened on its own, and a slightly petite woman flew out slowly from inside.

The hairpin was covered with messy hair, rubbed his eyes, and his clothes were also slightly crooked. Of course, there was no place for the light to leak out.

She flew behind Yang Jian, without looking at anyone, and put her hands on Yang Jian's neck.

He hung himself on Yang Jian like a koala, put his head on his shoulder and said, "Brother, kill all the annoying people in trouble."

“…”

Zhu Bajie suddenly felt a little tooth pain, and he was so fucked. Yang Jian became a dead house and squatted at home. Yang Chan seemed to be crazy?

And judging from the intimacy between the two, they won’t really take the orthopedic path, right?

Yang Jian has thick eyebrows and big eyes... there must be something wrong!

In contrast, with Yang Chan taking the initiative to come out.

If the task fails, the prompt to return one hour later is less important.

Liu Chenxiang's face also had an indescribable feeling. His mother, who was once the first person to be rescued, took the initiative to walk out of the "mountain where she was imprisoned" and appeared in front of him.

But Liu Chenxiang was not happy or excited, but on the contrary, she was even a little unfamiliar.

If it weren't for the throbbing of blood, he would probably not have recognized that this person was his mother.

This woman is too young than the person in vague memory.

It's not appearance, but overall feeling.

Let's say so.

Even if the two women look the same and dress the same, the feeling between the young girl and the young woman must be different.

"Second Brother, there is a rumor. Have you heard of it?" Ao Yulie sent a message to Zhu Bajie.

"What rumors?" Zhu Bajie thought carefully, "You mean, Yang Jian is the only son, and Yang Chan is actually the one who picked up the child?"

"Yes." Ao Yulie nodded slightly.

This is the only reason that can explain the scene in front of you slightly.

"Look at it again..." Zhu Bajie said, what is this called?

"good."

On the other hand, facing Yang Chan's unreasonable request, Yang Jian just said one word lightly, very firm.

It acts like Yang Chan's loyal dog.

Received a positive answer, Yang Chan flew back with a smile, sat outside the gate, holding her chin with her hands and looking at Yang Chan.

A heart was completely entrusted to him.

And Yang Jian's body flashed with glimmer of light, and his outfit had changed.

He wore a jade crown, his hair was completely tied, he was covered in silver armor, a black cloak behind him, and a sword hung around his waist.

Looking at Tang Luo, Yang Jian's brows were stretched out with a slightly frown, as if he was no longer worried.

While the three-pointed two-edged divine sharp edge in his hand stabbed forward, Yang Jian had already appeared in front of Tang Luo.

Tang Luo raised his hand, raised his left arm, blocking him like a shield.

The blade of the three-pointed two-edged knife pierced his arm.

Then, completely stuck in the middle of the radius, Tang Luo smiled and turned his arm downwards.

The huge power was unable to hold the three-pointed two-edged sword in his hand and directly took off his hand.
To be continued...