Ancient fairy doctors in the city

Xu Huier was still waiting to say something. Zhao Yang interrupted her, "Okay, Senior Sister Xu needless to say." At this point, Zhao Yang looked at Xiaoxia and said, "Take me there."

"I'll take you there right away." Xiaoxia said and hurriedly took Zhao Yang away.

Xu Huier was stunned.

One must know that Xiaoxia is her handyman. Now she didn't even ask for her own opinion, so she brought Zhao Yang to trouble Zhang Heng?

"It's getting serious." Xu Hui'er immediately put the matter behind her.

Zhang Heng's courtyard!

Looking at the bright and charming Xiaoqian, Zhang Heng had a scarlet look in his eyes.

Zhang Heng has always been used to domineering over the years, let alone Xiaoqian is just a handyman, even if Xiaoqian is an outer disciple, Zhang Heng can still snatch her.

"If you dare to touch me, my son will not let you go." Xiaoqian shivered as she curled up in the corner.

"Your son? The whole inner sect, who dares to provoke me?" Zhang Heng said arrogantly, "Your son knows, so he has to obediently give you to me."

"No, my son dotes on me very much." Xiaoqian said with an extremely solemn expression.

"Hahaha, if you spoil you again, does he still dare to fight against me?" Zhang Heng said with a sneer, "The entire Dongxuanzong, who doesn't know that my brother is Zhang Long, a true disciple of the sect, do you think your son will For you, come to the door?"

As soon as Zhang Heng's voice fell, a cold voice pierced the entire courtyard.

"Zhang Heng, get out for me."

The smile on Zhang Heng's face stopped abruptly and was replaced by a terrifying gloomy expression.

"I just said, my son will come to save me." Xiaoqian said with some pride.

Hearing Zhao Yang's voice, Xiaoqian inexplicably felt at ease.

"So what if that kid comes?" Zhang Heng stood up as he spoke, "I'll make that kid kneel on the ground, and let him know who he can't offend?"

When Zhang Heng walked out of the room, he saw a young man in black.

"You told me to get out just now?" Zhang Heng stared at Zhao Yang and said.

"Where's Xiaoqian?" Zhao Yang said angrily.

"The room." Just as Zhang Heng said this, he saw Zhao Yang rushing towards the room.

"Did I let you pass?" Zhang Heng slapped Zhao Yang as he said.

Zhao Yang's mind moved, and three puppets appeared in front of Zhang Heng. They divided into three directions and shot towards Zhang Heng.

"God puppet art." Zhang Heng's expression changed.

As soon as Zhang Heng was delayed, Zhao Yang had already rushed into the room.

When Xiaoqian saw Zhao Yang, she rushed over in surprise.

"Young master, you are finally here."

"Are you okay?" Zhao Yang asked with some concern.

"It's okay, you rushed over just as he was about to bully me." Xiaoqian said quickly.

"It's fine." Zhao Yang led Xiaoqian to the outside of the room.

Outside the room, Zhang Heng was attacking the three puppet gods gathered by Zhao Yang.

At the same time, many inner disciples also came from the outside world.

"God puppetry."

"Zhao Yang has successfully cultivated the God Puppet Art."

"Even the true disciples of God Puppet Art, there are not many successful practitioners, right?"

"Zhao Yang's aptitude is so high?"

"So what? Offended Zhang Heng, this guy is finished."

While everyone was discussing, Zhang Heng defeated Zhao Yang's three cohesive puppets one after another.

Zhao Yang's face did not change at all.

The god puppet art is divided into three stages. The primary stage can gather three battle puppets that are three small realms lower than itself; the intermediate stage can gather ten battle puppets that are three small realms lower than oneself; the advanced stage can gather thirty battle puppets A battle puppet that is three small realms below itself.

This technique is ingenious and difficult to understand, and Zhao Yang has only reached the first stage of practice.

It is true that the combat power of Zhao Yang's deity can compete with the ninth level of the real fairyland, but how can the war puppets who are three levels lower than his deity contend with Zhang Heng?

"Zhao Yang, I'm going to tear you into pieces." Zhang Heng looked at Zhao Yang, his eyes filled with murderous intent.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Zhang Heng felt humiliated.

"Hehe, just because of your rubbish?" Zhao Yang said here that two groups of flames appeared in the palm of his hand, and the flames filled with terrifying fluctuations that made everyone turn pale.

"what's the situation?"

"Isn't Zhao Yang practicing the art of thunder?"

"This is clearly the fire control technique?"

"Could this be Zhao Yang's strongest method?"

Just when everyone was astonished, Zhao Yang rushed towards Zhang Heng.

The mighty pure yang fist tears apart all darkness.

No matter who is in front of you, you are still going forward.

Zhang Heng snorted coldly. Although Zhao Yang was amazing, he didn't think he couldn't compete with Zhao Yang.

It was only when the two sides really collided that Zhang Heng's expression changed.

The pure yang fist is covered with pure yang flames, making it invincible.

Blood spattered from his fist.

"Damn it, how could this kid be so strong?" Zhang Heng summoned a sword as he retreated.

When he swung his battle sword, the sword light all over the sky annihilated Zhao Yang.

A sneer appeared on the corner of Zhao Yang's mouth.

No matter how strong you are?

I urged him with a punch.

When Zhao Yang threw his second punch, Zhao Yang himself seemed to turn into a scorching sun.

Incomparably bright, incomparably brilliant, incomparably hot.

Zhang Heng snorted, and he staggered back, with a smear of blood spilling from the corner of his mouth.

"The ninth floor of the True Wonderland?" Zhao Yang looked at Zhang Heng and sneered, "You are the most trashy ninth floor of the True Wonderland I have ever seen, and your cultivation is all built up of pills, right? "

Zhao Yang guessed right.

Zhang Heng did rely on elixir, and because his brother is a true disciple, everyone gave Zhang Heng three points. This is why Zhang Heng felt that he was invincible at the same level?

But will Zhao Yang give him face?

"Zhao Yang, how dare you insult me ​​like this?" Zhang Heng growled.

At this moment, he wished he could chop Zhao Yang up, so as to relieve his hatred.

"Three punches to kill you." Zhao Yang shouted suddenly.

Zhao Yang already knew Zhang Heng's strength through the first two punches.

When his voice fell, Zhao Yang punched Zhang Heng again.

This punch made everyone shake their hearts.

It was as if Zhao Yang had become an ancient god incarnation.

Zhang Heng's face was full of horror, he knew he couldn't stop the punch.

"Help." Zhang Heng couldn't care less about his appearance, and shouted desperately.

At the very moment, a cold voice pierced the sky.

"Bold, you dare to move my brother?"

The next moment, Zhao Yang felt as if he was being suppressed by the whole world.

puff!

Because he didn't have time to throw that punch, the force surged through his body, severely wounding Zhao Yang on the spot.

"Young master, how are you?" Xiaoqian hurriedly supported Zhao Yang who was about to fall to the ground.

Zhao Yang looked into the distance with a gloomy face and said, "When can true disciples participate in the battle with inner disciples?"