Ancient fairy doctors in the city

"I don't want to marry that guy from Ye You? That guy is cruel and bloodthirsty, it's not a good thing at first glance." Xue Weiyang refused without even thinking about it, and then she pointed to Zhao Yang and said, "If you have to choose a Taoist partner , I would rather choose him."

Zhao Yang's complexion suddenly turned bad.

"What do you mean? Am I bad?" Zhao Yang rolled Xue Weiyang's eyes and said.

"Hey, don't I think the breath on your body is very comfortable?" Xue Weiyang said shyly.

What Zhao Yang practiced was Pure Yang Wuji Kungfu, which was upright and upright, and it was easy for girls to feel close.

"Let's go see you first." The girl said lightly.

The figure bowed and left.

Zhao Yang secretly asked Xue Weiyang, "What is your mother's identity?"

"You do not know?"

"No one has ever told me about the Yaozu in these years." Zhao Yang smiled wryly.

"My mother is Xuexian, one of the six most powerful men of the Yaozu." Xue Weiyang replied.

"There are six superpowers in the monster clan, and only four superpowers in the human race. Why does the monster clan allow the human race to lay down so many territories?" Zhao Yang asked puzzled.

"First, there are peace-loving neutral factions among the Yaozu, such as my mother; secondly, the other border of the Yaozu is not peaceful, and the Yaozu has to spare energy to suppress and fight." Xue Weiyang explained.

"In the Kunlun Demon Territory, are there other races besides the demon clan?" Zhao Yang asked in surprise.

"There is a powerful group in the depths of Kunlun, we call that group the Bone Race." Xue Weiyang said softly.

"Originally there were twelve branches of the Bone Race, but now there are less than three." At this moment, an indifferent voice rang out in the study, "It won't be long before the Bone Race will be completely buried."

The one who spoke was a domineering man.

The man was wearing a black royal robe, and the majesty of a superior was revealed between his eyebrows and eyes.

Behind him was a handsome young man with a rebellious expression on his face, as if he didn't take anything seriously.

"Human race?" The young man's eyes fell on Zhao Yang, "Why are the human races here?"

"Zhao Yang is my friend." Xue Weiyang pulled Zhao Yang behind her.

Seeing this scene, the young man's eyes suddenly turned cold, "Do you dare to fight me?"

"I think you need to figure out one thing." Zhao Yang frowned.

Zhao Yang doesn't mind fighting Ye You, but he doesn't want to fight for no reason.

"Just ask if you dare?" Ye You said with a cold light in his eyes.

"Nothing to dare?" Zhao Yang said lightly.

The opponent's continuous provocation also angered Zhao Yang.

Yexian looked at Xuexian, "What do you think?"

Xuexian realized that Yexian had misunderstood, she did not explain, but looked at Zhao Yang, "Are you sure?"

"Within the same level, I am invincible." Zhao Yang said seriously.

"It's an enemy at the same level." Ye You sneered.

"Let's go out and fight." Ye Xian waved his hand and everyone appeared in a desolate land.

brush!

brush!

In an instant, the two rushed towards each other at the same time.

Both of them used top-notch body skills, and they collided fiercely like the tip of a needle against a wheat awning.

Zhao Yang felt as if his fist had hit a rock, and the violent impact nearly cracked his bones.

His heart is awe-inspiring.

He didn't expect Yeyou's physical body to be so powerful.

What Zhao Yang didn't know was that Yeyou's heart was even more shocked, because the most proud thing of the Yaozu was the physical body, but he didn't win in the collision of the physical body.

This is unacceptable to him.

kill.

Ye You turned into a black ray of light, and rushed towards Zhao Yang continuously.

Zhao Yang's fists were full of pure yang energy, and he confronted Ye You head-on with a domineering attitude.

Who is afraid of whom?

one move!

Ten tricks!

Gradually, Zhao Yang and Ye You fought more than 30 moves.

"Zhao Yang, why don't you use supernatural powers and profound methods?" Xue Weiyang shouted towards Zhao Yang.

"Weiyang, you don't understand." Xuexian said lightly.

Xue Weiyang doesn't understand.

But Xuexian understands.

Zhao Yang is too proud, he does not allow himself to lose to the opponent in any field.

When the two sides fought to more than 50 strokes, Zhao Yang retreated unwillingly. He looked at the blood-stained fist and the visible bone stubble, and sighed softly.

He had no way to continue fighting.

If he continued to fight, his physical body would collapse.

Yeyou's face on the opposite side was very ugly, he used all his strength in every move, but he still failed to take down Zhao Yang.

"You'er, you don't need to be depressed. In fact, he used boxing just now, not purely relying on physical strength." Ye Xian looked at Ye You and said calmly.

Only then did Ye You regain some self-confidence.

"Come again." Zhao Yang rushed over with a sword in his hand.

Pure Yang Sword Art.

This sword art is upright.

Like the scorching sun, it is hot and terrifying.

A sword!

Two swords!

Three swords!

In the beginning, Night Tour was able to fight against it, but it gradually fell into a disadvantage.

The sword light was shining brightly, and it rushed to the bullfight.

Yeyou tried desperately to get close to Zhao Yang, but was forced back repeatedly.

After ten strokes, fine sword marks appeared on Yeyou's body, and he looked at Zhao Yang with fear in his eyes.

"You are stronger than Lu Wushuang, the young master of Qingfeng Pavilion, but I'm going to amplify my moves next." As Yeyou's voice fell on him, his aura continued to rise.

"Secret technique." Zhao Yang murmured.

Only top sects have secret techniques.

Mysteries can enhance combat effectiveness.

Of course it's only temporary.

When the aura in Yeyou's body was rising, the aura in Zhao Yang's body was also rising.

Zhao Yang's breathing was unstable, and it seemed that he might explode at any time.

boom!

When Yeyou's aura climbed to its peak, it rushed towards Zhao Yang.

Zhao Yang looked at Yeyou who was approaching him, exhaled and said, "Chunyang Biyi."

A stream of pure yang energy turned into an invincible terrifying existence.

Yeyou felt as if he was facing a level [-] hurricane, and stopped after rushing two or three meters forward, and then the terrifying power contained in the pure yang energy began to burn its body.

He knew it was time to retreat.

If you just back out, you lose.

"How can the strong retreat?" A flash of fortitude flashed in Ye You's eyes.

Immediately, he charged towards Zhao Yang with all his strength.

Ten meters!

Nine meters!

Eight meters!

When Yeyou rushed to three meters away from Zhao Yang, he couldn't move forward anymore.

It was dripping with blood, and even its breath had declined.

"I... lost." Looking at Zhao Yang who was close at hand, Ye You said bitterly.

Zhao Yang immediately withdrew his pure Yang Qi.

Ye You returned to Ye Xian with a dejected expression on his face.

Ye Xian looked at Zhao Yang suspiciously and said, "As expected of that disciple." When Zhao Yang used the power of pure yang, he knew Zhao Yang's identity.