Then Huan Wolf Fairy thought about it and guessed the purpose of Qinglian flying to Jinao Island alone. Looking at Xu Xiaotian, Huan Wolf Fairy said, "Brother, it seems that you are here at the right time. Now that my friend has sent his maid here, the plan is about to start. Let's go! Let's go to Biyou Palace to meet Wudang's senior sister together."

"Okay!" Xu Xiaotian nodded.

He looked up at the auspicious clouds in the sky again, and Xu Xiaotian said in his heart: "Yang Zhen actually sent only a maid here. It seems that it is to not want to attract attention. After all, no one cares about a person's immortal realm, even the little demon who is so slow in the Yunyun. It seems that the immortals of the Jie Cult really want to start a war with the Shan Sect again. After the Jie Cult saves Yunxiao, his confidence will inevitably expand. At that time, I only need to sow a few words to let the Jie Cult attack the heavenly court and fight with the Jade Emperor."

Thinking of this, Xu Xiaotian sneered and shook his head, and said in his heart: "It's really easy to get it. If I had known that the people of the Jie Sect were so easy to cheat, why would I have spent thirty years creating opportunities before I met the Fantasy Wolf Fairy by chance."

At the same time, on Mount Emei, the battle between Yang Zhen and Zhao Yuren is about to begin.

Zhao Yuren stared at Yang Zhen who was calm in front of him, feeling a little uneasy. Thinking back on the last time he fought with Yang Zhen, Zhao Yuren had no idea how Yang Zhen appeared in front of him in an instant, and the magical power that imprisoned magic power also left Zhao Yuren with no solution.

Moreover, Zhao Yuren's magic weapon was taken away by Yang Zhen. Although the Jade Ding Zhenren had another magic weapon, how could he compare with Zhao Yuren's hands to refine it. The little Zhong envoy who had accompanied Zhao Yuren for countless years was easy.

Zhao Yuren walked about ten feet in front of Yang Zhen before stopping. Looking at Yang Zhen vigilantly, Zhao Yuren not only sacrificed the magic weapon given by the Jade Ding Zhen. At the same time, he gathered his magic power and stared at Yang Zhen's figure. Zhao Yuren had made up his mind to see through Yang Zhen's secret. As long as he could see how Yang Zhen appeared in front of him in an instant, he might be able to fight against Yang Zhen for a few moves.

"It's you again!" Yang Zhen looked at Zhao Yuren's vigilant look and couldn't help but quip: "Your master sent you to the field. Are you afraid of losing the first game?"

"Yang Zhen. Don't be proud. I have seen through your body movements. Don't think of successfully attacking this time!" Zhao Yuren roared.

Yang Zhen said with a funny look: "Is that true?"

He looked at Yang Zhen with disgust. Zhao Yuren snorted: "The world is so great, with countless magical powers. Compared with my magical powers of the sect, your methods are as boring as children's housework."

"Even if my spell is for children playing house, you lost to me. Wouldn't that mean that the spells of your sect are worse than those of children playing house?" Yang Zhen said with a smile.

The true man Yu Ding's face turned cold and shouted angrily: "Yang Zhen, don't show off your verbal skills, let's see the truth from behind! Yu Ren, don't talk nonsense to him, hurry up and start!"

"Yes, Master!" Zhao Yuren's face was bitter. Compared to fighting with Yang Zhen, Zhao Yuren still prefers to swear against Yang Zhen. Although he suffers some losses, he will not be in danger of his life.

He gritted his teeth and sacrificed the glazed pagoda given by the real person of the Jade Ding. Zhao Yuren said in a deep voice: "Please give me advice!"

Seeing that Yu Ding Zhenren's face was gloomy, Yang Zhen hummed slightly, and then said coldly to Zhao Yuren: "What do you think of the scenery of Mount Emei?"

"Emei Mountain is a famous fairy mountain in Dongsheng Shenzhou. Of course, the scenery is so beautiful. Why, do you still want to keep me for a meal?" Zhao Yuren said.

Yang Zhen smiled sinisterly and said, "Eating is not easy. I have countless tigers, leopards, jackals and wolves in Mount Emei. It's enough for you to eat for the rest of your life. I'll leave you here for a lifetime."

Seeing Zhao Yuren's face gloomy, Yang Zhen suddenly laughed and said, "Hey! Do you still remember how I defeated you last time?"

"So much nonsense, are you afraid of me?" Zhao Yuren shouted angrily.

Yang Zhen smiled sinisterly and said, "Then let you experience it again!"

As soon as the word "克" fell, Yang Zhen's figure appeared in front of Zhao Yuren, and his right palm had reached a place less than ten centimeters from Zhao Yuren's chest. In the next moment, Zhao Yuren will be defeated by Yang Zhen again, and under the same move.

Although Zhao Yuren has already used his eyesight to the extreme, he has neither the golden eyes nor the golden eyes of the sky, and he can't see how Yang Zhen moved to him in an instant. Of course, even Sun Wukong, who has the golden eyes of the sky, and Yang Jian, who has the golden eyes of the sky, can't see the scene when time is still.

Perhaps Yang Jian, who has cultivated the Heavenly Eye to the extreme, can see the scene when time is still, but unfortunately, Yang Jian's magical power cultivation is still far from that level.

Facing Yang Zhen at such a close distance, Zhao Yuren really wanted to avoid Yang Zhen's attack, but he couldn't do it at all.

As a Taoist monk, Zhao Yuren is best at using magic weapons to fight, but at this moment, Zhao Yuren had no time to use magic weapons at all. Yang Zhen's speed was so fast that it was almost over Zhao Yuren's thinking. Zhao Yuren had no time to react, and he was beaten backwards by Yang Zhen.

"Puff~!"

Even the real person of Yu Ding could not bear it when his magic power was banned, let alone Zhao Yuren.

When he was hit by Yang Zhen's palm, Zhao Yuren felt that his body seemed to be about to explode, and it was extremely painful. Moreover, Zhao Yuren could not use his magic power at this moment, and he had no idea how serious his injuries were. At this moment, Zhao Yuren could only look at his master, Yu Ding Zhenren, who hoped that Yu Ding Zhenren could take out spiritual medicine again to treat his injuries.

Yang Zhen didn't look at Zhao Yuren lying on the ground, but looked at Yu Ding Zhenren and his other two disciples, and said coldly: "First game, I won! Zhenren, who are you going to send to the second game? I have won one game in three games. If you still lose in the next game, then I won no doubt about me!"

Seeing Yang Zhen's magical power, Master Yu Ding was also shocked. Yang Zhen's move just now was really beyond the expectations of Master Yu Ding. It was the first time in Master Yu Ding's heart that Master Yu Ding was afraid of a Golden Immortal Cultivator.

No wonder Yang Zhen could have made such a big name in the Three Realms with his mere Golden Immortal Cultivation. Judging from his cultivation methods, he has even surpassed many Daluo Golden Immortals. Just now, even the Jade Ding Zhen did not dare to be sure whether he could avoid it when he faced it for the first time.

However, after watching it again, Master Yu Ding had already had a scheming in his heart. Master Yu Ding believed that as long as he saw it again, he could see through the secrets in Yang Zhen's moves.

Thinking of this, Yu Ding Zhenren looked at his two other disciples and said, "Yifeng! Come on!"

"Yes!" A cultivator who was like the real man Yu Ding, who was also a long sword on his back, slowly walked up, looked at Yang Zhen coldly, pulled out the sword behind him, and said, "This sword seals the ancient dragon soul, which is extremely sharp. Its name is: The Dragon Sword. There is no regret for you to die under this sword." (To be continued...)
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