"Get up, practice. ”

A clear and cold sentence seemed to be mixed with a biting cold wind.

Obviously, this is a hot spring with a hint of warmth, but Yang Jian doesn't feel any warmth.

The three moves obtained by accident were indeed left by the local powers, so Fu Dongliu called many peak masters and elders of the Pingtian Sword Sect, and he was very attentive and completely interpreted those three moves.

Not at all, the subtleties are fully presented.

At this point, this is the cause and effect of these three moves, he Yang Jian does not owe anything to the great power here, let alone to the Pingtian Sword Gate!

But the junior sister in front of him Fu Dongliu brought herself here again, if he asked for it and treated him with kind words, it didn't take much effort to get this anyway, he could naturally practice it ten times.

But now......

When he was thrown to the ground like a sack by this extremely beautiful woman, the anger in Yang Jian's heart could no longer be suppressed.

He didn't go to the seizure because his cultivation was shallow, and this woman named Qinglian humiliated himself like this, he couldn't say anything.

But that doesn't mean you'll bow to the woman's commands.

Why?

He has no grievances with her, and the cause and effect of the three moves have already been resolved, to put it mildly, if he hadn't realized these three moves with his eight or nine Xuangong, everyone in the Pingtian Sword Sect would not have been able to get it!

Therefore, Yang Jian stood up from the ground, swept the dust off his clothes, and looked at the beauty standing on the stone without saying a word.

Although it is a peerless face and a cold fairy bone, what about it?

Yang Jian didn't say a word, just looked at the other party like this, and had already made up his mind in his heart, even if this fairy used cultivation as a coercion next, he couldn't afford to bow his head and show cowardice here.

It's a big deal to fight to the death, anyway, there is still a jade talisman left by the master on his body!

"Practice. Qing Lian's eyes showed a cold chill.

Yang Jian sneered, and just stood there, but quietly operated the Xuan Gong, and his strength must be condensed in one punch.

He was ready to make a move, although he knew in his heart that his strength was far from that of this cold fairy......

Qing Lian frowned, and swept her hand casually, and a remarkable force swayed out from her bare hands.

Yang Jian punched at the same time, smashing a punch into the air in front of him, which should have been an empty punch, but it broke out with the sound of a hammer hitting the mountain wall.

Bang!

Yang Jian took two steps back, and a little surprise flashed in Qing Lian's wonderful eyes, but then he regained his boundless coldness.

"Why do I dare to be presumptuous in front of me, it turns out that you also have some ability!"

Qing Lian snorted coldly, the hot spring behind him was almost frozen, and two ice picks seemed to bloom in his eyes, and Yang Jian's forehead tingled.

"Practice, or die. ”

"Death?" Yang Jian suddenly laughed, his smile was a little abrupt, and he laughed with anger.

He pointed at Qinglian, gritted his teeth and scolded: "Why do you condemn me to life and death?"

Qing Lian's eyes closed, and suddenly flew up, three thousand green silks swept, and in an instant, sword shadows overflowed from the ends of the hair.

Thousands of ice spirit swords, covering the sky and the sun, rushed towards Yang Jian!

Yang Jian was fearless, he shot out angrily, and his fists kept smashing into the attacking sword shadow, but the movements of his limbs were too slower than the sword shadow!

Whoosh!

There was a constant sound of clothes cracking, and the shadow of the sword was stained with blood!

The Ice Sword Shadow was shattered by Yang Jian's fist for no more than a dozen pieces, and the remaining sword shadows slashed quickly, leaving small scars all over Yang Jian's body.

When Qinglian landed on the stone again, his bare hands vibrated lightly, and the thousands of ice spirit sword shadows quietly disappeared, turning into vitality and turning around his body.

Yang Jian had already knelt on one knee, and there were hundreds of scars all over his body that had just scratched his skin.

The blood didn't have time to flow out, and the wound had healed, which was Yang Jian's own self-healing power.

Qinglian said coldly: "Just by virtue of my ability, I am better than you." ”

Indeed, if you are strong, you can instruct the weak at will, and this is a rule that can be used everywhere. ”

Yang Jian's voice returned to calm at this time, he slowly stood up, and with a slight shock, streaks of white smoke appeared on his body.

It was the sword qi left by the Ice Spirit Sword Shadow just now, which was directly dispersed by Yang Jian at this time.

"If I have strong skills, I will let you bow your head here today and let you be a slave, you can't say anything, right?" Yang Jian slowly raised his head, and there was an amazing light in his eyes.

Qing Lian didn't care at all, nodded lightly, and spit out a word in his mouth: "Practice." ”

Yang Jian didn't say anything, wiped off some of the blood stains on his body, took off his short shirt again, took a Taoist robe that he often wore on Yuquan Mountain in his fingers, and slowly put it on his body.

Then, looking at Qinglian, he said calmly: "In the hall drill, I have already returned the cause and effect of these three moves." Here, do not practice. ”

"You really don't dare to kill you?" Qing Lian frowned slightly.

"Only death, if I bow my head to you today, I won't be able to stand up this head tomorrow, facing the avenue I pursue!"

Yang Jian took a deep breath and began to run the Eight or Nine Xuangong frantically, "If you die, you will die, and your body will not yield!"

"What an unyielding, then let me see what kind of avenue you will become after you die!"

There was a look in Qinglian's eyes that Yang Jian couldn't understand, it was clearly hatred, pain, and madness.

Not long after he first came to this big world, he definitely didn't provoke this beautiful crazy woman!

Hell knows why she's so struggling!

But it is not his character to sit back and wait, knowing that he can't beat him, Yang Jian still struggles to attack at the moment.

The figure rushes to the left!

Yang Jian didn't swoop to the side in the slightest, and the moment his body rolled down, he had already grabbed two stones the size of a pebble's egg.

The sword shadow rises again, this time there are only seven frost sword shadows!

But Yang Jian threw his arms violently, and the two stones stirred up a huge sound of breaking the air, like two black lights smashing towards Qinglian!

Qing Lian's figure flew straight into the sky, and the two black lights flew under her feet, even shattering a sword shadow condensed by spiritual energy!

Yang Jian's power to throw stones is so great!

The sword light moved, slashing directly towards Yang Jian's limbs, but it did not lock on to Yang Jian's heart and lungs.

Yang Jian took the opportunity to retreat directly, leaving two big pits in two steps, and the speed exploded to the extreme!

Behind him, one of the six sword shadows even cut off a strand of his long hair that was floating up, but he didn't look back, and rushed straight forward!

"Humph!"

Qing Lian was already annoyed when he missed the blow, and a Dao sword shadow had already floated out behind him.

Sword Shadow Hurricane!

Yang Jian didn't run around at random, he rushed into a pile of rubble.

The waist is like the central axis, and the feet are in the mountains!

With the power of turning around, Yang Jian directly kicked two boulders more than one person high, heading towards the green ripples in the sky!

The sword shadows flew, like a violent storm, directly on the two boulders, and I heard a burst of explosions, and the two boulders were blown into powder little by little!

Right now!

Whew, whew!

One by one, the stones broke through the air, carrying the power of 10,000 catties, and smashed fiercely towards Qinglian!

And Yang Jian, even after more than a dozen flying stones, jumped up!

"Pingtian Sword Gate!"

Yang Jian roared!

There was a thunder in the sky!

Twenty or thirty people meditating in that temple suddenly woke up!

Although there was an abnormality in the heavens and the earth, the face of the Qinglian Fairy did not change at all, and with a sweep of his hand, his brilliant vitality turned into a big hand that covered the sky, and directly slapped the more than ten flying stones together with Yang Jian in an instant!

directly uses cultivation as an oppressive person, and there are no bells and whistles in the sword shadow!

The art of cultivating the body, refining oneself, using the power of heaven and earth, and opening the treasure of one's body, this is the path that Yang Jian took.

The law of the Yuan Shen, using the Yuan Shen to communicate with the heaven and the earth, seizing the essence of the heaven and the earth to strengthen the power of one's body, and with a wave of the hand, there is the power of heaven and earth! This is the green ripple, which is the path taken by almost all the spiritual cultivators of this era!

There may not be a difference between the two, but there is a difference between the inside and the outside!

At this time, Yang Jian only had eight or nine Xuangong and a little martial arts, and the three moves he realized today had not yet been turned into his own use.

And his opponent is already a top immortal in this secret world, although he has not yet cultivated to become an immortal, but it is enough to crush Yang Jian at this time!

Yang Jian was beaten away by the big hand made of spiritual energy, and his belief in the Eight or Nine Xuangong in his heart did not waver in the slightest, because he knew that he was just losing in the short cultivation days.

Don't be afraid of losing! Master doesn't dare to fight on the premise that he has a jade talisman, what kind of Tao does he still cultivate? Just cultivate the little cicada honestly!

Who can win all the time?

But if he bows his head like this, he will talk about immortal Daluo in the future, and what will he say about walking alone!

Renwei is still bowing his head, how can Tianwei stand upright!

Eight or nine Xuangong, eight deaths and nine lives!

Bang! Yang Jian slammed into the ground, and the more than ten stones also fell.

A ray of cold light appeared, but it was the green ripple fairy who came with a long sword in his hand, and it seemed that he really wanted to end him.

"Qinglian, what are you going to do?"

A familiar voice came from the sky, with boundless anger! , the figure stopped in mid-air,

Fu Dongliu fell a little anxiously, first pointed at his junior sister, his lips trembled, and his face turned purple, "You!

"That's what I'm like, how?" Qing Lian casually dispersed the ice sword in his hand and fell back to the original stone.

"Do you know!

Fu Dongliu couldn't wait to slap it out, if it was another junior sister, he would definitely do so.

But the man in front of him ...... Standing on the bluestone, this person who only gave himself a cold side face......

The whole sect owes her a debt to her, but it doesn't allow itself to shout at her.

Fu Dongliu smiled miserably and turned around to see Yang Jian's state, but Yang Jian just punched the more than ten stones away and slowly stood up.

"Brother Yang...... I...... You, you, you're crazy!"

"Fellow Daoist, today, don't say goodbye. ”

Yang Jian clenched his fists, his chest a little undulating, but in the end, he didn't say anything, turned around and walked down the hill.

Fu Dongliu looked up to the sky and sighed, and suddenly slapped himself hard, with tears in his eyes, but he didn't have any face at all, and then went to recover Yang Jian.

What the fuck is going on!

"Elder Xingfeng come quickly! Send Brother Yang down the mountain! If anyone dares to kill him in the secret realm, I will kill them!"

After saying that, he looked up to the sky and roared, and the whistling was full of grief and indignation.

"Humph!"

Qing Lian snorted coldly and looked at Yang Jian's lonely back.

Fifty percent of his cultivation was under one palm, he was injured, covered his chest, and walked very slowly.

In the moonlight, his back is so stubborn at the moment.