Ancient Immortal Doctor Lin Caihan

Zhao Yang is very arrogant and domineering.

One must know that this is the domain of the Epee Sword Sect, how dare Zhao Yang attack Liang Jianye?

Isn't he worried that the heavy sword sect will trouble him?

Su Meimei pointed at Zhao Yang trembling all over and said, "I tell you that you are finished. When Pavilion Master Leng comes, he will definitely kill you."

"Su Meimei, have you ever thought that if Leng Wufeng didn't do it, would they find you as the instigator?" Zhao Yang looked at Su Meimei calmly and said.

Su Meimei trembled all over.

But then she said firmly, "Impossible, Pavilion Master Leng is an existence on the eighth level of the Divine Ability Realm, isn't he still your opponent?"

As soon as Su Meimei's words fell, a cold voice pierced the sky, but it was a man carrying a black iron sword coming from the sky from a distance, and beside this man was a white-haired old man .

"To shut up."

It was the man carrying the black iron sword who spoke at this moment.

"Young Pavilion Master Leng, why are you talking to outsiders?" Su Meimei's face was full of bewilderment.

At this moment, Leng Wufeng wished he could tear Su Meimei into pieces.

Leng Wufeng is confident that he is invincible at the same level, but his guardians say that Zhao Yang is stronger.

In fact it is.

Because Leng Wufeng found that he couldn't see through Zhao Yang's cultivation.

"I said shut up, didn't you hear me?" Leng Wufeng flicked his robe sleeves, Su Meimei snorted, blood spilled from the corner of her mouth.

Su Meimei didn't dare to speak anymore.

Leng Wufeng looked at Zhao Yang with scorching eyes and said, "Brother Dao, can I ask you a question or two?"

"Do whatever you want." Zhao Yang said lightly.

Leng Wufeng slowly drew out the sword behind his back, "I will use my strongest blow, Brother Dao, be careful."

A genius like Leng Wufeng can fight across ranks. Of course, the premise of fighting across ranks is to face ordinary monks of the same level. Leng Wufeng is powerless against geniuses.

In addition, Zhao Yang can become the existence of the ninth level of the supernatural powers at this age, how can Zhao Yang be an ordinary monk?

Zheng!

The war sword in Leng Wufeng's hand stabbed towards Zhao Yang.

There are no gorgeous moves, no gorgeous streamers, just stab directly.

But there was a creepy feeling in the hearts of the monks present.

This sword cannot be received;

I dare not accept this sword;

This sword, but had to take it.

This sword sealed all directions of Zhao Yang, the only thing he can do now is to force it.

There is no other way.

All the monks in the audience looked at Zhao Yang, they wanted to know how Zhao Yang would deal with it?

But what no one expected was that Zhao Yang just used his divine sense, which turned into an invisible barrier in front of him.

There was a hint of anger on Leng Wufeng's face.

Even if there is a difference between the two sides, Zhao Yang dare not ignore him like this.

Spiritual thoughts are inherently at a disadvantage in resisting physical attacks.

Zhao Yang's behavior at this time is tantamount to slapping him in the face.

boom!

The next moment Leng Wufeng's face changed.

Because the moment the battle sword in his hand touched Zhao Yang's divine sense, it was difficult to move forward even an inch.

Zhao Yang's divine sense was like a moat in the sky, even if Leng Wufeng used his whole body's mana, he couldn't penetrate a single bit.

A breath passed.

Two breaths passed.

Three breaths passed.

Leng Wufeng finally let out a long sigh, put away the sword in his hand, and said a little lonely, "I lost."

"The disciples of the Pure Yang Sect really deserve their reputation." The white-haired old man said sincerely.

Hearing that the monks of the Nine Dao Gates present here changed their expressions.

You must know that the Nine Dao Gates never told the Three Great Jiange about the Chunyang Sect.

Now it seems that the three major sword pavilions have known about it for a long time.

"How strong is your peak blow?" Leng Wufeng raised his eyes, looked at Zhao Yang and said.

"I think you should stop trying." Zhao Yang said with a slight smile.

Leng Wufeng smiled wryly.

He knew that even if his cultivation reached the ninth level of the Divine Ability Realm, he would not be Zhao Yang's opponent.

This is without any suspense.

"A disciple of Xixuanzong is telling stories, do you want to give me an explanation?" Zhao Yang said calmly after changing the subject.

Leng Wufeng looked at Su Meimei coldly, "Su Meimei, you clearly know that Zhao Yang is a disciple of the Chunyang Sect, but you still intentionally let our two sects clash, if that's the case, I will abolish your cultivation " Leng Wufeng said and pointed at Su Meimei's dantian.

Su Meimei let out a scream, feeling that the mana was passing away like running water, she looked at Zhao Yang with hatred in her eyes, "Zhao Yang, our Xixuanzong will definitely not let you go."

"Su Meimei, do you think that I, Chunyangzong, are afraid of you, Xixuanzong?" Zhao Yang was enraged, "I thought that brother Leng abolished your cultivation and you could reform yourself, but since you are stubborn, then you Go to hell." As soon as Zhao Yang waved his hand, Su Meimei's whole body was set on fire, and she was burned to ashes in less than a breath.

There was a look of horror on everyone's face.

Burn a middle-level existence in the supernatural powers to the ground in one breath?

How strong is this guy's flame?

"Hou Tiantian, what kind of Taoist partner are you looking for?" Leng Wufeng scolded Hou Tiantian.

Hou Tiantian quickly lowered his head.

"Come over and apologize to Mr. Zhao." Leng Wufeng said with a serious face.

Hou Tiantian came to Zhao Yang and apologized respectfully to Zhao Yang.

It is true that he is dissatisfied with Zhao Yang.

But no matter how dissatisfied you are, you have to keep this matter in your heart.

Has the Leng Shaoge master who didn't see the heavy sword sect confessed?

Hou Tiantian knew how proud Leng Wufeng was?But it's not like lowering your noble head now.

Zhao Yang generously said that it doesn't matter.

"Brother Zhao also came here to participate in the auction?" Leng Wufeng asked with a smile.

"I came with my friend Long Ao." Zhao Yang pointed at Leng Ao.

Long Ao hurried over to make friends with Leng Wufeng.

Leng Wufeng gave Long Ao enough respect for Zhao Yang's face.

The scale of the auction house is small.

This is also normal.

Not many are qualified to bid here.

After the three of Zhao Yang found a table and sat down, a maid brought spiritual fruits and snacks.

"These spiritual fruits are special products of my Jiange Secret Realm. I wonder if Brother Zhao can get used to eating them?"

Zhao Yang took two bites, nodded slightly, "It's okay."

Zhao Yang is a person who has been to the Kunlun Secret Realm. Compared with the Kunlun Secret Realm, the difference between these snacks is not a star.

It was the first time for Long Ao to eat.

He couldn't resist eating one, two, three...

At this moment, two figures came to the auction site side by side, and one of them caught Zhao Yang's attention.

Magpie Bridge Fairy.

Fairy Magpie Bridge was holding the man's arm at this time, with a faint smile on her face.