The big wedding is imminent, and the two problems that Yang Jian is most worried about are that Xiao Nezha came to the East China Sea to make trouble, and the other is the confrontation between the sect and the expounding church in the East China Sea.

If the former happens, it is likely that Xiao Nezha's killing of the third prince of the Dragon Palace in the East China Sea will be staged in advance, and the dragon clan will definitely not let Nezha go easily in front of so many guests.

But after thinking about it, Nezha's sending Ao Bing to the god list is very likely to be the matter that Taiyi Zhenren and his brother-in-law Ao Guang discussed before, and it should not happen at this time.

And the latter, Yang Jian really doesn't want to see it.

The three Qings have the same roots, and the three religions are one family; the gods have been fighting each other, and the Daomen has declined.

Thinking like this, Yang Jian had already rushed to the surface of the sea, and when he looked up, there were two figures in the sky clash and fighting, and on the clouds not far away, hundreds of breaths rushed to the sky, and the most important was Da Luo Xiuwei, and the breath of the first few people was even more terrifying.

Among those people, Yang Jian only knew one Zhao Gongming.

Intercept the immortals!

Moreover, there are only these masters of interception, and none of them have been seen.

Yang Jian couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, slowly rose into the air, and bowed to Zhao Gongming and the others in the distance, and made a junior salute.

Although the relationship between the sect and the sect is becoming more and more tense, and there is a tendency of antagonism, but today the sect interception immortals came here to celebrate Yang Jian's wedding, and that is the face that the uncles and uncles gave to the nephew.

The more respectful Yang Jian is, the more he can highlight the magnanimity of expounding the teachings, and if he neglects it, he will be made fun of by the monks of the Three Realms.

Zhao Gongming, the future God of Wealth, smiled, bowed his hand to Yang Jian, and did not speak.

Yang Jian stared intently at the two people fighting, frowned slightly, and stared carefully at one of the figures.

Demon woman?

This woman's complexion is a little heavier, not as fair as the fairy of the wilderness, but it does not affect her beauty in the slightest, with long green hair and a shawl, holding a long sword in her hand, and her slender figure is graceful, but under the slender waist, it is not jade legs and feet, but a snake tail entrenched.

There was also a man in the distance behind the woman, who was also a human body and a snake tail, with an indifferent face and a cold eye, as if he did not look at the immortals of the sect.

Before Yang Jian could speak, Zhao Gongming's voice reached his ears......

"Yo, why did the groom run out?"

Yang Jian smiled bitterly, he wasn't worried about the Daomen fighting sideways.

Zhao Gongming's voice echoed in his ears, "Let's go back first, it's okay here, it's just that two congenital relics who don't know the height of the sky and the height of the earth, thinking that there is a saint in their clan, they can run rampant in the flood wilderness, and they really owe a fight." ”

Sure enough, it's the Nuwa family.

Yang Jian This is the first time he has heard of the title of 'Congenital Relic', and after listening to Zhao Gongming's words, he also has the intention of retreating.

He looked at the strong man who was fighting with the widow woman a few more times, and saw that this person was too tall, with a green face and fangs, and cultivated both inside and outside.

This immortal's name is Yuhua, and he is a disciple of three generations of sects, who studied under the Holy Mother of Jinling, and is called a Qi Immortal on Penglai Island.

Yu Hua was called here by the master, but in fact, he also wanted to find an opportunity to compete with Yang Jian.

Previously, Yang Jian fought against the Four Saints of Kowloon Island, and as a result, the Four Saints of Kowloon Island returned with a feather, and the face of the sect was ruthlessly dropped.

is also the third generation of the Daomen, Yu Hua and other disciples are naturally unconvinced, and they are all holding a breath in their hearts.

can not accept Yang Jian, but not accept Yang Jian, Yu Hua and Yang Jian are both disciples of Taoism, and when they saw someone coming to the East China Sea to make trouble, they couldn't help but stop it.

These two ancient relics came to the Dragon Palace to call for battle, and injured the thousands of shrimp soldiers and crab generals who were playing and singing outside the East China Sea, and they were arrogant and arrogant, and they didn't pay attention to the dragon clan at all.

If this woman is really the same clan of the Nuwa Sage, and even worse, she may be the son and nephew of the Nuwa Sage, with the support of the Sage behind her, it is not incomprehensible that she is so arrogant.

But no matter what the identity of this person is, it is only two cultivators of the Great Luo Realm who are fighting, and it is really inappropriate for him, the groom official, to rush out first.

also blamed the turtle immortal who went to pray, talking and panting......

"Uncle," several dragons arrived, and Ao Jia stepped forward and said, "I'm here, uncle, let's go back first." ”

"It's okay," Yang Jian nodded, and then made a gesture to the Sect Interception Immortals, and shouted, "Uncles, please take a seat in the Crystal Palace!"

It is not embarrassing to invite these sectarian immortals into the Dragon Palace.

Zhao Gongming said with a smile: "Senior nephew go first, there are still a few junior brothers and sisters who have not arrived, let's wait." ”

"Hahaha," a chubby middle-aged Taoist priest shouted, "Senior nephew Yang Jian, good wine and good food must be prepared, and our family has a lot of food!"

Although Yang Jian didn't know who this person was, he carefully found that he was still standing half a body in front of Zhao Gongming, and he thought that it should be the famous Duobao Daoist.

"Uncle Shi is joking," Yang Jian arched his hand, "I'll go to my eldest brother and ask him to take out the best wine and prepare it, and wait for all the teachers to drink it!"

Most of the Sect Interception Immortals were smiling, and they all had a very good impression of Yang Jian, especially those Sect Interception Immortals who had seen Yang Jian fighting in the Heavenly Court, they were all quite close to Yang Jian.

has good popularity, and it is also a rare skill in the famine.

Yang Jian was just about to return to the Dragon Palace, but he saw a streamer flying straight from the side, murderous and awe-inspiring.

Zhao Gongming was about to teach the sneak attacker a lesson, but he was held down by the chubby Taoist in front of him, and the fat Taoist shook his head lightly, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, staring at the situation below.

Yang Jian's smile was restricted, his face was cold, he didn't take the blade or move his body, he just raised his hand and grabbed a sharp arrow in his hand and threw it at his feet at will.

Looking at the angle from which the sharp arrow came, it was the man with a snake tail standing in the distance, holding a longbow and sneering at Yang Jian.

The male snake spirit opened his mouth to speak, as if the corners of his mouth were not in a good position, his speech was abrupt, and his tone was a little peculiar.

"You are Yang Jian?"

"Hmph," Yang Jian snorted coldly, and was about to enter the sea with his sleeves.

Today, he got married, which has given the other party and the Nuwa saint enough face, and if it were changed to usual, the three-pointed two-edged spear would have already been unsheathed.

The woman who was fighting with Yu Hua withdrew and stood with the snake-tailed man with a longbow, looking at Yang Jian with all four eyes.

Yu Hua stood in the air, breathless, his face did not change, he arched his hand to Yang Jian, turned around and flew back to the camp of the Sect Interception Immortals, standing in the back position, unable to see where it was at a glance.

Ao Jia, the eldest prince of the Dragon Palace, stood up, exuding a rolling dragon might, pointing at the two remnants in the distance, and opened his mouth to scold:

"They are also prosperous people in ancient times, why don't they know the number of etiquette today!"

The eldest prince was also a violent temper, and the dragon clan seemed to be quite familiar with this snake-tailed remnant, and Ao Jia directly shouted: "Come on, drive them away from the East China Sea." ”

"No!" several dragon clan elders rushed out of the sea, followed by a group of shrimp soldiers and crab generals.

"Fight with us, Yang Jian!" the woman spoke, her voice beautiful but equally strange.

Yang Jianli ignored it and continued to fall towards the sea.

The two snake-tailed remnants were furious, grabbed the longbow and pulled the string violently, and several streamers shot at Yang Jian, and the woman had already rushed towards Yang Jian.

The eldest prince of the Dragon Palace frowned, and with an extra long sword in his hand, he spilled a curtain of water and stopped all these streamers.

Yang Jian's falling figure stopped, turned his head and glanced at the two snake-tailed people in the distance, turned around, and flew towards the two people instead.

"Uncle......" Ao Jia also wanted to persuade Yang Jian, after all, it was a big wedding, so it was not appropriate to do it.

But Ao Jia looked at the Heaven Interception Sect Immortal again, and knew that Yang Jian couldn't just leave at this time, but it was also a helpless move.

Yang Jian said slowly: "I let you have an arrow, because Nuwa Niangniang is a great sage and virtue, and the two of you are close to Nuwa Niangniang's holy body, so I don't dare to offend." ”

Yang Jian deliberately shouted out Nuwa's name, and Nuwa would feel something, maybe she was looking at this place.

"But you have provoked me several times, and you regard the majesty of my Dao Gate as nothing, do you really dare to kill you?" Yang Jian's eyes flashed with cold light, and the remnant with the bow pulled the bowstring again, and wanted to shoot arrows again.

Yang Jian's figure suddenly accelerated, from slow to fast, only in the blink of an eye!

The bereaved woman held her sword and wanted to stop it, but the sword light slashed and seemed to slash at Yang Jian's chest, but the blade did not feel any force, and the sword light contained in it also shot into the distance......

Afterimage?

"You!" a low roar came from behind the bereaved woman, but the low roar stopped abruptly.

The bereaved woman turned to look, but saw Yang Jian, who was dressed in a happy robe, standing ten zhang away, holding her companion's throat with one hand, and lifting the male snake high.

"You dare!" the bereaved woman scolded, raising her sword forward.

Yang Jian just turned around slightly, and a white shadow suddenly burst out of his arms, and this white shadow rose in the wind, and in an instant it turned into a fierce beast that was a foot high, like a white elephant, opening its big mouth and roaring at the bereaved woman!

The bereaved woman hurriedly stopped, just in front of the huge mouth of this 'beast', and her clothes were wet with the surging saliva.

Whew—

When the bereaved woman looked up, she saw that the huge dog's mouth, like daggers and long swords, was arranged, exuding a cold light, which made her heart throb, and her hands and feet were cold, and she stayed in place.

A howling dog that has just woken up!

Yang Jian squeezed his hand, and the bereaved man was about to roll his eyes, and he was knocked unconscious by the invisible Xuangang.

"I don't care where you came from," Yang Jian said, "It doesn't matter if you were instigated by others, or if you came out for the demon clan, you came to find me." I remember that you are the same clan as the Nuwa saint, so I won't worry too much about you this time. If you offend me again, you will not be spared. ”

With a cold snort, the figure of the Roaring Sky Dog suddenly became smaller, rubbing Yang Jian's legs and feet affectionately.

Yang Jian threw the bereaved man to the sea, directly ignored the bereaved woman with long hair and wet clothes, and stepped back.

In front of the sectarians, he didn't make a move, and as soon as he made a move, he went all out, like a goshawk fighting a rabbit, so straightforward and easy to win.

Of course, the roaring dog who just woke up also contributed a lot.