On the ring,

Yang Jian's momentum had reached its peak. He looked at the opponent in front of him with a plain look, not careless, but did not pay too much attention.

All I can say is,

In today's mortal world, people who can make him value the psychology, except for the reincarnation of the Jie Sect, the two geniuses of the righteous and demons are really not worth mentioning in his eyes.

Why?

He is Yang Jian.

Become a sanctified by his flesh.

He can reach this day with him.

With the battles he has experienced, there are more foods than these geniuses have ever eaten.

Even though he met Xu Xian in Yuhang County, he was still the one who responded to the disaster set by the leader of Tongtian Sect.

But Yang Jian wanted to laugh a little. Who isn’t a person who is in charge of the disaster?

Battle of the Gods.

Aren’t he the same person who responded to the disaster?

What's the big deal?

Then Xu Xian just relies on a Qingping Sword?

If you have the ability, you don’t need a sword.

In addition, there are really few people in this small mortal world who can attract him.

no way.

He, Erlang, is so awesome.

Why, it was made!

For example, Xu Xuan in front of him...

Obviously,

He can't do it.

Even though he didn't know what method he used, he stole Nezha's magic pill.

But he still can't!

And this is why he was a little angry and planned to do his best.

to this end,

Even if Yang Jian revealed his identity, he would still beat him to beg for mercy and then tell him where Zha'er was.

On the ring at this time.

Yang Jian was walking forward step by step. His steps seemed light, but in fact they were like the sound of drums beating from the army of heaven, making waves, pointing straight to his heart!

Dong

Dong

Dong

One after another.

Yang Jian alone gives people the momentum of thousands of troops.

Standing in this ring game really gives people the feeling of a veteran general on the stage, with flags behind him, domineering.

And slowly move forward with his pace.

Many people watching the battle didn't know what Xu Xian felt, but they were a little breathless anyway.

Even though many people have closed their eyes, they can still feel Yang Jian's raging aura, as if in the next second, they will be stepped into meat paste.

"This... this person is too strong, right?"

“It’s so scary.”

"What you have never heard of, what you have never seen."

"Is this a natural domineering body?"

"I personally think that the Demon Lord's arrogance back then was just like that."

The discussion among the demons became very small.

even,

At this time, only the land gods dared to discuss it gently. The cultivator under the super level could only hold his breath and silently stare at how this person should kill the Holy Son of Hehuan Sect.

The ritual seat of the righteous temple.

Nie Liang's face was a little embarrassed. He glanced at Fahai in confusion and wondered: "Master Fahai, have you ever seen a natural domineering body at the beginning...has such aura?"

"No... this physique is to distinguish people." Fa Hai's expressionless face, his heart twitched the corners of his mouth, and secretly scolded Yang Jian for being reincarnated.

This is Yang Jian.

The God of Heaven, the nephew of the Emperor of Heaven, and the ability to follow the rules and not listen to the announcement, can defeat all the opponents by taking action.

Not to mention the other side,

Since the Battle of the Gods, even though Yang Jian has entered the List of the Gods, he has become a saint in his body and his realm can still continue to improve.

Over the years, he has never encountered any opponents among his contemporaries.

At most, that monkey...

Fahai thought to himself, and Nie Liang suddenly smiled and asked, "Master, how many rounds do you think the Holy Son of Hehuan Sect can last in Yang Dingtian's hands?

Anyway, I will not bet more than three rounds, or even one round will fall."

"Ah..." Fahai raised his eyebrows and glanced at Haikong, who was looking at Xu Xuan.

He pondered for a moment, clasped his hands together and said, "Amitabha, you may not believe it when you say it, but I think the Holy Son of Hehuan Sect can win."

Nie Liang: "?"

Zhang Wei'an heard Fahai's voice and turned around and smiled: "I suspect that there is something wrong with your bald donkey's eyes...

You don’t even look at the appearance of the Holy Son of Hehuan Sect. He is so handsome, can he still be beaten?

He has both handsome and capable of fighting, can he take all of it?

Otherwise, what should we bet on?"

Fahai weighed his magic weapon in his heart, and glanced at Zhang Wei'an, who was rich and powerful and dared to smash magic weapons to prostitute a fairy in the heaven. He wanted to say something like not being able to break the precepts to cover up that he was just a poor monk...

But when he thought of the many ways that the ignorant disciple did...

Sudden,

Fahai immediately made up his mind and said in a deep voice: "Go ahead."

As he said that, he directly patted the purple gold bowl on the ground, and with a serious look as if I was rushing, he said seriously: "How valuable is this acquired spiritual treasure? Master, you should understand..."

"Oh, a good acquired spiritual treasure..."

The old master shrugged, lowered his head and picked it up in his arms, then placed three acquired spiritual treasures on the ground, and said with an indifferent face:

"Even if your purple gold bowl is good, my three are enough."

"After all, small gambling is good for you, big gambling is harmful to your body. Since you are small gambling, I will accompany you."

Fahai clasped his hands together, expressionless, and didn't know why...

He wanted to shout "Dawei Tianlong".

Nie Liang, the contemporary sword master of Qingming Sword Pool, was watching aggrievedly.

Look, are you talking human words?

The spiritual treasures were all used to bet on the day after tomorrow, but they still bet on fun?

As for the gambling sword?

Well, this is definitely not something I can gamble. The swords in the sword pool are not my own, they are all "sword spirit".

Besides, there is no sword cultivator who bets on swords? Isn’t this equivalent to betting on his wife?

But what made Nie Liang very curious was...

Why should he, Fahai, dare to gamble?

"Just because he is Xu Xian."

"Just because of my Fahai, I, lost to him."

Fahai was wearing a snow-white monk's robe and sitting cross-legged, he did not forget to twist the Buddhist beads, and his eyes looked at Xu Shusheng's temperament.

This wave.
To be continued...