On the top of the mountain, Yu Ding Zhenren was not surprised by Yang Jiao's choice, but just waved his hand to block Yang Jiao's clouds slowly retreated to both sides.

The clouds moved away to both sides, and a stone stair paved with bluestone appeared in front of Yang Jiao. The surface of the bluestone of the stone stairs was filled with traces of time.

Yang Jiao looked straight at the top of the mountain, and saw the figures of Yu Ding Zhenren and Qingniu cross-legged onto the fish cushion.

The real man Yu Ding looked at Yang Jiao toward the top of the mountain, nodded to Yang Jiao, and signaled Yang Jiao to come forward.

Taking the steps, Yang Jiao quickly came to the top of the mountain, looking respectfully at the green bull beside him.

"This is the disciple Yu Ding Zhenren, who was personally passed down by my uncle, and he is also the master of your second brother."

Qingniu smiled and introduced to Yang Jiao.

Yang Jiao put Yang Jian on the ground and knelt down in front of Yu Ding Zhenren.

"Thanks to seniors for saving my second brother and teaching him all his skills."

Yu Ding Zhenren accepted Yang Jiao's heavy gift of thanks calmly, then waved his hand and stood up slowly.

"Everything is fate. If you don't have the fate, even if the old Taoist wants to accept Yang Jian as his disciple, it will be in vain."

Although Yu Ding Zhenren said this, it made Yang Jiao respect him more, and he felt more at ease with Yang Jian.

"What I said is, I wonder if I will tell you about the matter again when I intercept you here?"

Yang Jiao respectfully asked the real person Yu Ding.

The Master Yu Ding did not answer Yang Jiao’s question, but the talisman that was pressed on Yang Jian’s body fell off instantly. Yang Jian also bowed and fell to the Master Yu Ding.

"Jian'er, your elder brother's attitude has just been shown to you, what else do you have to say? I'll say it over there."

Under the loving tone of Yu Ding Zhenren, Yang Jian didn't know what to say for a moment, but his eyes were wandering back and forth between Yang Jiao and Yu Ding Zhenren.

"You can't go now."

Looking at Yang Jian's gaze, Yang Jiao said to Yang Jian firmly.

"Why?"

Yang Jian asked loudly at Yang Jiao with some stubbornness.

"Because you are too weak, and the three-pointed two-edged knife in your hand is not enough to split Taoshan."

The words full of the elder brother's majesty were spoken from Yang Jiao, and his eyes also looked at Yu Ding Zhenren, hoping that Yu Ding Zhenren could come forward to stop Yang Jian.

What was the situation in Taoshan Yang Jiao knew very well that in the eighty-year period when he was pressed under the nine-story mountains, Yang Jiao had investigated Taoshan for many times.

Every time Yang Jiao's soul enters the mountain of Taoshan, a powerful force will hit the soul, forcing the soul to return to its original body.

"Your brother is right. With your current strength, you can't get to the top of Taoshan Mountain, and you can't deal with the Taoshan Mountain God now."

The real man Yu Ding said lightly, Yang Jiao nodded and looked at Yang Jian again.

"I have to go!"

The stubborn Yang Jian still said loudly, and drops of blood were constantly dripping on the ground from his hands clenched into fists.

"Are you looking for death?"

Yang Jiao's questioning made Yang Jian stunned, but then he looked directly at Yu Ding Zhenren.

"Only if the gods at the level of Daluo Golden Immortal take action, I will save you. As for other masters, I will not come forward."

The words of Yu Ding Zhenren were directly broken by the last glimmer of hope in Yang Jian's heart. He collapsed on the ground, looking at the sky with red eyes.

After a long silence, Yang Jian then spoke hoarsely and asked Yang Jiao: "What weapon can split Taoshan?"

At this moment, Yang Jiao, who had been Bing's face, had a faint smile on his face. There was no trace of disappointment in his eyes when he looked at Yang Jian.

"It's still helpful, but it's your elder brother's business, not yours."

Although he felt relieved about Yang Jian, Yang Jiao still spoke to Yang Jian in a cold tone.

"It's my mother who is detained there, and I'm also qualified to know how to save her."

The three-pointed two-edged sword appeared in Yang Jian's hand, and stood up with the three-pointed two-edged sword, his eyes red, and his hoarse tone was filled with endless anger.

"You want to attack me?"

He glanced coldly at the three pointed and two blades in Yang Jian's hand, and the Fang Tian Painted Gaul also appeared in Yang Jiao's hand.

Regarding the affairs of the two brothers Yang Jiao and Yang Jian, Yu Ding Zhenren just watched quietly, without any intention of taking action.

Yang Jian still looked at Yang Jiao with red eyes, but the three-pointed two-edged knife in his hand quietly pressed on the ground.

The blood from the palm slowly flowed down the handle of the three-pointed two-edged knife, and finally slipped down the ground along the blade.

"Even if you don't have the courage to attack me, can you split Taoshan? You must know that the mother is the one who is imprisoned at Taoshan."

Every word of Yang Jiao is like a sharp sword piercing into Yang Jian's heart. Almost every word enters Yang Jian's ears, and Yang Jian's face will turn pale.

"Do you have the courage to split the Momoyama?"

Yang Jiao took another step forward, and a colder voice came from his mouth.

Facing Yang Jiao walking towards him, Yang Jian retreated several pieces directly behind, his hands holding the three-pointed two-edged sword kept trembling, and the expression on his face was gradually obscured by anger.

Looking at Yang Jian's expression, Yang Jiao knew that Yang Jian was on the verge of collapse, but this was the state Yang Jiao wanted.

The battle between the Sanqian Realm and the Nanzhan Continent made Yang Jiao clearly know that what a boy like Yang Jian who had never walked out of the cave lacked the most was a collapse.

Like the young people among Yang Jian who have not yet started their military mission, they will only know what true despair is after facing a collapse, and doing anything is not based on their passion.

Just as Yang Jiao's figure was less than five steps away from Yang Jian, the three-pointed two-edged sword in Yang Jian's hand finally took action.

The sharp blade slashed directly at Yang Jiao. Yang Jiao directly raised the Fang Tian Huaji and pressed it on the three-pointed two-edged sword. His figure flashed and kicked Yang Jian's stomach.

Yang Jian's figure flew directly to the back and smashed heavily on the spiritual light in front of the Yu Ding Zhenren.

Yang Jian's body slowly slid from the light of his spirit to the ground, and Yang Jiao's figure had already arrived in front of Yang Jian.

Yang Jiao looked at Yang Jian with cold eyes, kicked Yang Jian directly on his wrist, and the three-pointed two-edged sword flew to the side.

"You can't even hold your weapons, so you want to go to Taoshan. Do you want your mother to watch your son be killed, or do you want to try if the mountain god in Taoshan gives you face?"

Faced with Yang Jiao's questioning, Yang Jian could only look at Yang Jiao angrily, but he didn't say anything.

"It's almost done!"

The faint words of the Yu Ding Zhenren rang in Yang Jiao's ears. Yang Jiao bowed to the Yu Ding Zhenren, and then turned around and walked down the mountain.

"Senior Brother Yuding and we two brothers left!"

Qingniu and Kuiui stood up and said to the Yu Ding Zhenren, and their figures followed Yang Jiao's figure and walked down the mountain.
Chapter completed!