The Kowloon Great Sage was dumbfounded and felt the changes in Yang Zhen's body, and the more he felt it, the more he felt that the development of things seemed to be a bit ridiculous?

Beep his mother, could it be that this kid was hiding his potential from the beginning?

How could it be that in the blink of an eye, he had already broken through to the triple heavens?

This kind of thing, let alone seeing it with his own eyes, Jiulong just didn't dare to think about it before, if anyone dared to look into his eyes and say that someone could raise the momentum of a heavy heaven to a triple heaven in just a dozen breaths, Jiulong would definitely slap it.

Isn't this!

Who can elevate the momentum of the First Heaven to the Third Heaven one after another in just a dozen breaths?

Yang Zhen did it, not only did he do it, but this bastard kid seems to be improving.

It's just that I don't know why, he's been a little slow to improve.

In the next tea time, Yang Zhencai stabilized his momentum in the triple heaven.

Feeling that the improvement on Yang Zhen's body had slowed down, Jiulong actually had a nervous feeling.

This is a record, a record that has never appeared in the past, and it is about to be achieved in front of him, this kind of complex thoughts that are both gratifying and regretful, even Kowloon is inevitably a little unacceptable.

Even if Yang Zhen stopped having an epiphany now, it would already be commendable.

Suddenly, Yang Zhen's brows gradually furrowed, and Jiulong was stunned to find that he was a little less stressed!

Finding this, Jiulong couldn't cry or laugh, and scolded with a smile: "This bastard boy, okay, the old man wants to see what kind of miracle you can create!"

Boom ——!

An earth-shattering buzz came, and the momentum on Jiulong's body suddenly rose again, and the terrifying momentum condensed the surrounding air, and the dragon-like creatures under the feet of the two suddenly wailed, fluttered their two wings, and fell down from mid-air.

The wind was howling, the air was raging, and Jiulong's whole face also showed a solemn look, staring at Yang Zhen, as if it was not himself who fell, he didn't care at all, but just fell all the momentum on Yang Zhen.

Yang Zhen...... The brows stretched, and a terrifying momentum also erupted from his body, as if the heaven and earth were breathing, between a drum and a breath, secretly in line with the way of heaven.

Jiulong was dumbfounded, in such a short period of time, Yang Zhen's momentum made another breakthrough!

Thundered!

The dragon-like creature smashed to the ground, and rolled out with Jiulong and Yang Zhen for hundreds of zhang before it stopped, wailed, and looked at Jiulong dissatisfied.

Jiulong got up from the ground like no one else, and looked at Yang Zhen lying on the ground with a strange expression.

Yang Zhen opened his eyes and looked at the surrounding environment with a confused expression, Jiulong's gray-faced head still had a handful of dog's tail grass on his head, and it looked funny.

"This ...... A new look for my fellows!"

Jiulong glared at Yang Zhen angrily.

......

In the north of the atrium, near the junction of the northern regions, there is a world of icebergs, and there is a white mist everywhere, just like a fairyland on earth, but it is a little desolate.

On a majestic mountain, there are some simple mountain stone rooms, all white, and under the rows, it looks like a sense of naturalness.

It's as if these buildings should have appeared between heaven and earth like this, and one more of them can destroy such a state of harmony and harmony.

On the façade of one of the huge buildings, a woman who can't tell her age sits on a cold ice holy seat, covered with a layer of white mist, and she can't see her appearance clearly, but her body is exquisite, and her white clothes are like yarn, with less earthly breath and more fairy energy.

In the main hall, an old man walked back and forth, frowning and stopping.

The young woman said softly, "Elder Yan is worried?"

The old man, who was called Yan Lao, froze his head and said, "Holy Lord, what Jiulong said...... Is it true?"

The temperature in the entire hall suddenly dropped by more than ten degrees, and the young woman's voice was also cold: "Nine Dragons are the Holy Venerable, if you say it, how can it be a child's play?"

Yan Lao smiled bitterly and said: "It is precisely because the Nine Dragons Holy Venerable can't talk that the old man feels that this matter is a bit ridiculous, for tens of thousands of years, the Great Wilderness World has only discovered such a sword spirit, how many people have no way to do it, our Tianshan Holy Land is even more besieged but not attacked, even the Nine Dragons Great Sage has returned, he ...... He actually wanted to find a kid in the Celestial Phenomena Period, oh, he said that he should break through the half-step Great Sage now, but even if it is a half-step Great Sage, what can he do? If you want to find a half-step Great Sage, why do you have to go thousands of miles to the south of the Atrium, wouldn't my Tianshan Holy Land be as much as there are?"

A few old men next to him were silent, and they couldn't help but nod when they heard this, among the disciples under the various elders, the Holy Realm may not be able to take too much, but the half-step Great Sage, that is really how much.

An old woman hesitated for a moment, then stood up and said: "Holy Lord, now even the people from the Shaking Light Holy Land have heard the news, it is said that the Holy Lord of Shaking Light also attaches great importance to the sword spirit, and from the perspective of the old body, the Nine Dragons Holy Venerable ......"

"That's it!"

A soft drink interrupted the old woman's words, and the Holy Lord of Tianshan glanced around coldly and said, "This matter, wait until Jiulong comes!"

Everyone hurriedly responded, Elder Yan and the old woman glanced at each other, and everyone withdrew from the hall one after another.

"Holy Lord, what's wrong, why is he so gullible in believing the words of the Nine Dragons Holy Venerable?"

After leaving the temple, the old woman's face suddenly became gloomy.

Yan Lao said with a smile: "Don't worry, with the friendship between the Holy Lord and the Nine Dragons Holy Venerable, even if the Nine Dragons Holy Venerable can't help us, he won't come nonsense." ”

The old woman smiled bitterly and said, "The old body is not worried about the Nine Dragons Holy Venerable Hu Lai, but if it drags on like this, if the sword spirit disappears, then the loss will not only be my Tianshan Holy Land, but also the loss of the entire atrium and even the Great Wilderness World!"

Yan Lao sighed, looked at the white cloud dog in mid-air, and muttered to himself: "What can you do even if you are a genius of the Heavenly Vertical, what can you do if you break through the half-step Great Sage at a young age, the momentum of the sword spirit is obvious, without the momentum of the double heaven, you can't get close to the sword spirit within a radius of thousands of zhang, the old man wants to see what is so magical about the young man who is so respected by the Nine Dragons Holy Venerable!"

The old man laughed and said, "Presumably, those genius disciples under the Tianshan Sect at this time are all thinking like Elder Yan. ”

"By the way, what's wrong with that girl Fu Yao?" asked Elder Yan suddenly.

The old woman smiled mysteriously and said, "I just broke through the Double Heaven yesterday, and I already have the strength to approach the sword spirit. ”

"What?" Yan Lao looked stunned, glanced at the old woman in surprise, snorted coldly, and turned to leave!

The old woman glanced at Yan Lao's back with a strange face, shook her head, and left with a smile.

It is said that this night, there was a night of ghost crying wolf howls under Yan Laofeng, and many people could hear it, this was the voice of Li Qingfeng, Yan Lao's most proud disciple.

The Holy Lord of the Tianshan Mountains was located on the top of the Tianshan Peak, dressed in white and snow, looking at the junction of the Tianshan Mountains in the distance, and fell into contemplation.

"What the hell do you think?"

The voice is ethereal, like a confession, like a quiet spring.

Under Yan Laofeng, a young man with an iron face staggered, the momentum on his body was monstrous, his eyes were fierce, and a group of disciples around him hurriedly wanted to dodge.

"Come here!"

The young man was angry and stared at one of the young disciples and shouted.

The young disciple was silent, with a frightened look on his face, and looked around, the others had already run away.

Li ...... What do you have to say?"

"Has the Nine Dragons Holy Venerable returned?"

"Not back yet!"

"Get out!"

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