Zhao Yu nodded repeatedly at the distant mountain, quite satisfied.

It was indeed a coincidence that he accepted Yang Jian as his disciple. Before he came, he never thought of setting up a mountain and establishing a sect to recruit disciples in this illusion. It was because he met Yang Jian when he first arrived, and it was also fate that he brought him up.

Even the method practiced by Yang Jian is also the product of Zhao Yu's easy-to-use method when he realized the method in the illusion world.

But after all, he was the one who led it up, so he had to worry about it. The Nine-Turn Yuan Gong is extraordinary after all, and it combines the principles of physical practice in the real Dharma universe. It is one level stronger than its original eight-nine mysterious martial arts. Especially the Tianyuan Warfare, it is even more extraordinary.

After Zhao Yu built this tactic, he kept studying this tactic. With the practice of physical body, he could use the advantages of the physical body to the extreme. Taking Zhao Yu himself as an example, the Tianyuan tactics were naturally perfect, and no one was better than the Tianyuan tactics than him. Every time the physical body level was upgraded, the Tianyuan tactics followed one level, which could be called the Great Perfection.

If Zhao Yu uses the Tianyuan warfare technique to fight with the human body, one point of force can explode with one thousand points. Yang Jian's Tianyuan warfare technique has not yet reached its peak, but his every move can also burst with dozens or hundreds of times of great power. This is why Yang Jian can withstand the siege of the Immortals of the Syndrome with his mere cultivation.

Of course, the body armor that Zhao Yu specially refines for him also made an indelible contribution.

If there is no armor to protect his body, even though he cannot break it with his own physical strength, the magic weapon of the immortals of the Ancient Sect is not vegetarian. Even if you eat a few more, you can't stand it.

This fierce battle was so dizzy that there were not many people who could see one or two. In the eyes of mortals, a glittering light flashed, dazed, and there was no sign of hiding in Zhao Yu's eyes.

It was really a fierce battle, and Yang Jian was at a disadvantage. Although Yang Jian was strong, he was not as good as the Eight Immortals of the Ancient Sect. His magic power would be consumed and his qi and blood would be exhausted. His cultivation was not as good as them, let alone exhausted? Although he had never thought of trying to defeat them one by one, it was always unavailable.

The immortals of the Anarchism Sect practiced together for countless years, and there were conflicts among them, but the tacit understanding was extremely deep. Anyone who showed flaws would be saved by themselves, which made Yang Jian fail repeatedly.

Seeing that it was noon, Guang Chengzi and others suppressed their anxiety. Knowing that Yang Jian was gradually losing power, they mainly used a more stable method to waste Yang Jian's energy. They only thought that once Yang Jian lost his energy, his magic power dried up and his body was exhausted, he would have to slaughter.

Zhao Yu could see clearly from afar, with an unknown smile in his eyes.

At the city gate, Huang Feihu was already worried and said to Zhang Shan: "General Yang has no achievements in fighting for a long time. Once he is exhausted, it will be a big problem. He quickly yells the gold and makes General Yang withdraw."

Zhang Shan naturally knew this truth and hurriedly taught people to sing gold, and jingle for a while, which attracted the sight of the stern.

This sound of gold is really useless. In the suppression of the Tai Chi diagram, the Dou turned upside down, and a trace of magic power aftermath was annihilated. Where could it be transmitted in?

Yang Jian was indeed a big deal at this time.

With the fifth level of his soul, his extremely powerful body, he traveled across the world, from north to north, from north to north to Cangwu without waiting for a blink of an eye. However, he was besieged here, but it was impossible to make sense. Even the mortal man could run three thousand meters, and if he fought with someone, he would be out of breath for at most one and a half minutes.

What's more, Yang Jian fought with the Eight Immortals all morning?

Every move, every punch, every kick, all was done with all your strength. The pressure put by the Eight Immortals was unparalleled. It was unbelievable to be able to persevere until now.

What's more, the Tai Chi diagram has only consumed but no supplements. Although the Eight Immortals are generalized, these eight people have far more magical power than Yang Jian, and the eight people share the burden, so they are naturally much better than Yang Jian's situation.

"Yang Jian, it is due to the number of days that you have cultivated such supernatural powers. Why do you have to go against the will of heaven? Could it be that you really want to see someone alive or dead?"

While wielding the sword, the true man Yu Ding shook Yang Jian's heart with his words: "I have known you for a long time. If it weren't for a chance, you should be my disciple. Put down your weapons and tie them up. My eight brothers will teach you a good idea."

Guangchengzi and others naturally knew the meaning of the Jade Ding Zhenren.

The process of the immortal fighting is not important, but the result is important. Often, there are powerful figures who can suppress their opponents, but at the last moment, they are accidentally attacked by someone. Even if they kill the opponent, they will end up in a miserable end.

Therefore, the more you reach the end, the more you need to be cautious. If you can dispel your desire to die, it is best.

So they spoke out, either using temptation or threatening to only laugh Yang Jian out loud.

Although Yang Jian was young and only had 50 years of cultivation. However, he worked in Chaoge for many years and had seen people's hearts change, so how could he not know what Yu Ding and others mean?

But my heart was as strong as iron stone, and I remained motionless, only laughing without saying a word. The sword light suddenly appeared in my hands, and it became even more sharp.

This time, the Killing Sword was not there, but I had already handed over to the master. Otherwise, if the Killing Sword was in hand, how could these immortals have better questions?

But Yang Jian didn't care.

After all, the Sword of Killing is the master's magic weapon, not his own ability. He has been practicing for so many years and is about to show his skills. How can he rely on just one sword?

Yesterday, he handed over the sword of killing back to his master, not that he unexpectedly thought about the battle today, but that he deliberately did it. Not only did the sword of killing, but even the money of the fallen treasure, the measuring ruler and the coffin lamp were placed in the Three Mountains. He only relied on his own practice and the three-pointed two-edged sword that had been refining for many years, he wanted to fight with these immortals.

"Don't be happy."

Yang Jian's heart was as calm as a lake. He only saw those people's mouths moving, but he looked at them like pigs, dogs, and earth. He thought to himself: "If I don't take a few lives today, how can I, Yang Jian, face those fellow Taoists who have been on the List of Gods?"

On the distant mountain, Zhao Yu was leisurely, carrying his hands on his back and sighed softly.

After the sigh fell, he saw a vast and boundless qi of essence soaring into the sky in the Tai Chi diagram, which turned the yin and yang qi of Tai Chi diagram into the sky.

A sudden shout came out, and then screamed again and again, but saw a figure protruding from it, flashing into Sanshan Pass.

"Senior Brother!"

"Junior brother!"

In the chaos, the Taoist Chi Jing was busy rolling up the Tai Chi diagram. Three people cut off six corpses on the spot, and the other five were coughing up blood and were severely injured.

The Taoist Chi Jing was stunned. The six pieces of corpses were not Daoxing Tianzun, and they were all Sun, where did the Lingbao Master come from?!

The one who coughed up blood was not Guang Chengzi, Yu Ding Zhenren, Qingxu Daode Zhenjun, Yun Zhongzi and Nanji Xianweng?!

"How did this happen?!"

The Red Jing Taoist's face turned pale.

"General Yang!"

Huang Feihu held Yang Jian with a hand, but when he saw Yang Jian's face was like a skeleton, skinny and boneless, and he couldn't see any blood. Zhang Shan hurriedly surrounded him and shouted, "Come on, come quickly, carry General Yang down, call the doctor, call the doctor!"

Yang Jian opened his eyes slightly, gray and spiritless, and shook his head hard: "No, no. I am exhausted and I need to be cultivated."

Zhao Yu appeared beside Yang Jian and pointed out the divine light. Yang Jian immediately returned to his original appearance, even his complexion improved a lot. However, his eyes were still unconscious, and he could walk without any obstacles, so he stood up by himself.

Zhao Yu sighed with a smile: "The acupoint is the root of the body and the source of life. Once the acupoint source explodes, although it has great power to shake the sky and the earth in a short period of time, it will greatly damage the foundation. You..."
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