The wedding was imminent. There were two problems that Yang Jian was most worried about. One was that Little Nezha would come to the East Ocean to cause trouble, and the other was that Jie School and Chanism would fight in the East Ocean.
If the former happened, it was very likely that the matter of Little Nezha killing the Third Prince of the East Ocean Dragon Palace would happen in advance. The Dragons would definitely not let Nezha off easily in front of so many guests.
However, on second thought, Nezha had sent Ao Bing to the God roll. It was very likely that Perfected Taiyi and his brother-in-law, Ao Guang, had discussed it previously. It should not happen now.
Yang Jian really did not want to see the latter.
The Three Pure Ones had the same root. The three sects were originally one family. When the God-Conferment Battle began, the Dao Sect would decline.
As he thought about that, Yang Jian had already rushed to the surface of the sea. He looked up and saw two figures fighting in the sky. On the clouds not far away, hundreds of auras soared into the sky. The weakest was Daira's cultivation level. The auras of the few people in the lead were even more terrifying.
Among them, Yang Jian only knew Zhao Gongming.
The immortals of Jie School!
Moreover, there were only the experts of Jie School. He did not see a single expert of Chanism.
They're fighting. Are they referring to those two figures? Yang Jian could not help but heave a sigh of relief. He slowly rose into the sky and cupped his hands at Zhao Gongming and the others in the distance. He bowed as a junior.
Although the relationship between Jie School and Chanism was becoming more and more tense and they were on opposing sides, the immortals of Jie School had come to celebrate Yang Jian's wedding today. That was because the Uncle-Masters and Aunt-Masters had given their Disciple-Nephews face.
The more respectful Yang Jian was, the more he could highlight the bearing of Chanism. If he was negligent, he would be mocked by the cultivators of the Three Realms.
Zhao Gongming, the future God of Fortune, chuckled and cupped his hands at Yang Jian. He did not say anything.
Yang Jian focused on the two people fighting. He frowned slightly and stared carefully at one of the figures.
Female demon?
This woman's complexion was slightly darker, not as fair as that of the Primitive Female Immortals, but it did not affect her beauty at all. Her light green long hair fell over her shoulders, and she held a long sword in her hand. Her slender figure was graceful, but under her slender waist, there were not jade legs and feet, but a snake's tail.
There was a man in the distance behind the woman. He also had a human body and a snake tail. His expression was cold and he watched coldly, as if he did not care about the immortals of Jie School.
Before Yang Jian could say anything, Zhao Gongming's voice transmission reached his ears.
"Yo, why is the groom here?"
Yang Jian smiled bitterly. He was worried that the Dao Sect would start a war.
Zhao Gongming's voice echoed in his ears. "Let's go back first. It's fine here. It's just two arrogant members of the Connate Lost Tribe. They think they can do whatever they want in the Untainted Land because they have a Sage in their tribe. They really deserve a beating."
It was indeed the Nuwa Clan.
This was the first time Yang Jian had heard of the "Connate Lost Tribe". After hearing Zhao Gongming's words, he also wanted to retreat.
He sized up the burly man who was fighting with the woman from the Lost Tribe. He saw that the man was more than ten feet tall, had a green face, and fangs. He cultivated both internally and externally. His Essence Soul controlled a blood-colored flying knife. His fists and feet carried the wind, and he was on par with the woman from the Lost Tribe.
This immortal's name was Yu Hua. He was a third-generation disciple of Jie School. His master was the Goddess of Golden Spirit, and he was known as the One Qi Immortal of Penglai Island.
Yu Hua was called here by his master because he wanted to find an opportunity to compete with Yang Jian.
Previously, Yang Jian had fought the Four Saints of Nine Dragons Island. In the end, the Four Saints of Nine Dragons Island had returned in defeat, and it had humiliated the Jie School.
As the third-generation disciples of the Dao Sect, Yu Hua and the other disciples were naturally unconvinced.
However, even though they were unconvinced by Yang Jian and Yang Jian, Yu Hua and Yang Jian were both disciples of the Dao Sect. When they saw that someone had come to the East Ocean to cause trouble, they could not help but stop them.
The two ancient remnant races had come to the Dragon Palace to challenge them and injured the thousands of prawn soldiers and crab generals outside the East Ocean. They were arrogant and did not take the Dragons seriously at all.
If that woman was really from the same race as the Saint Nuwa, she might even be the niece of the Saint Nuwa. With the Saint supporting her, it was not unreasonable for her to be so arrogant.
However, no matter what that person's identity was, it was not appropriate for him, the groom, to rush out first when two cultivators in the Daira realm were fighting.
It was Immortal Turtle's fault for panting heavily when he went to report …
"Uncle." A few dragon sons rushed over. Ao Jia walked forward and said, "I'm here. Uncle, go back first."
"Alright." Yang Jian nodded and bowed to the immortals of Jie School. He shouted, "Uncle-Masters, please take a seat in the Crystal Palace!"
It was not awkward to invite the immortals of Jie School into the Dragon Palace.
Zhao Gongming smiled and said, "Disciple-Nephew, go first. There are still a few junior brothers and sisters who have yet to arrive. Let's wait a little longer."
"Hahaha." A chubby middle-aged Daoist priest shouted, "Disciple-Nephew Yang Jian, you have to prepare enough good wine and dishes. Our family has a huge appetite!"
Although Yang Jian did not know who that person was, he carefully realized that he was still standing half a step in front of Zhao Gongming. He guessed that he should be the famous Daoist Duobao.
"Uncle-Master, you must be joking." Yang Jian cupped his hands and said, "I'll go and look for my brother-in-law now and ask him to take out the best wine for all of you to drink to your heart's content!"
Most of the immortals of Jie School smiled. They had a good impression of Yang Jian, especially the immortals of Jie School who had personally seen Yang Jian fighting in the Celestial Court. They were rather close to Yang Jian.
Being popular was also a rare ability in the Primordial World.
Just as Yang Jian was about to return to the Dragon Palace, he saw a stream of light flying over from the side with a murderous aura.
Zhao Gongming was about to teach the person who had ambushed him a lesson, but his arm was held down by the chubby Daoist in front of him. The chubby Daoist shook his head gently and smiled as he observed the situation below.
Yang Jian's smile disappeared and his expression was cold. He did not take out his weapon or move his body. He only raised his hand and grabbed an arrow. He casually threw it at his feet.
Looking at the angle of the arrow, he saw that it was the man with the human body and the tail of a snake standing in the distance. He held a longbow and sneered at Yang Jian.
The male snake spirit spoke, but the corners of his mouth seemed to be stiff. His words were hoarse, and his tone was a little strange.
"Are you Yang Jian?"
"Hmph." Yang Jian snorted coldly and was about to enter the sea with a flick of his sleeve.
Today was his wedding. He had already given the other party and the Saint Nuwa enough face. If it were any other time, the three-pointed, double-edged spear would have long been unsheathed.
The woman who was fighting with Yu Hua retreated and stood with the man with the snake tail who was holding a longbow. Her four eyes looked at Yang Jian.
Yu Hua stood in the air and did not pant. His expression did not change. He cupped his hands at Yang Jian and turned around to fly back to the immortal camp of Jie School. He stood at the back and could not be seen at a glance.
The Crown Prince of the Dragon Palace, Ao Jia, stood up. His entire body emitted a surging dragon might. He pointed at the two members of the Remnant Clan in the distance and cursed.
"We are both from ancient and prosperous races. Why are you so rude today!?!"
The Crown Prince was also hot-tempered. The Dragons seemed to be quite familiar with the Snake Tail Clan. Ao Jia shouted, "Someone, chase them away from the East Ocean."
"Yes!" A few elders of the Dragons rushed out of the sea, followed by a group of shrimp soldiers and crab generals.
"Fight with us, Yang Jian!" the woman said. Although her voice was pleasant, her tone was also strange.
Yang Jian ignored her and continued to fall towards the sea.
The two members of the Snake Tail Clan were furious. They grabbed the longbows and pulled the strings. A few streams of light shot towards Yang Jian. The woman had already rushed towards Yang Jian.
The Crown Prince of the Dragon Palace frowned. A long sword appeared in his hand. He spilled a curtain of water and blocked all the streams of light.
Yang Jian stopped falling. He turned his head and glanced at the two people with the snake tail in the distance. Then, he turned around and flew towards them.
"Uncle …" Ao Jia wanted to persuade Yang Jian. After all, it was a wedding and it was not appropriate to fight.
However, Ao Jia looked at the immortals of Jie School again. He knew that Yang Jian could not just leave like that, but he had no choice.
Yang Jian said slowly, "I allowed you to shoot because of Goddess Nuwa's great virtue. The two of you are similar to Goddess Nuwa's Sacred Body, so I dare not offend you."
Yang Jian deliberately called out Nuwa's name. Nuwa would naturally sense it. She might be watching this place.
"But you have provoked me several times and disregarded the dignity of my Dao Sect. Do you really think I dare not kill you?" A cold light flashed in Yang Jian's eyes. The bow-wielding member of the Lost Clan pulled the bowstring again and was about to shoot again.
Yang Jian's figure suddenly accelerated, from slow to fast, in the blink of an eye!
The woman from the Lost Clan wanted to stop him with her sword, but the Sword Light slashed across. It seemed to slash Yang Jian's chest, but the blade did not feel any force at all. The Sword Light contained in it also shot into the distance …
An afterimage?
"You!" A low roar came from behind the woman from the Lost Clan, but it stopped abruptly.
The woman from the Lost Clan turned around and saw Yang Jian, who was dressed in a wedding robe, standing a hundred feet away. He grabbed his companion's throat with one hand and raised the male snake high up.
"How dare you!" The woman from the Lost Clan scolded and moved forward with her sword.
Yang Jian only turned slightly, and a white shadow suddenly jumped out of his arms. The white shadow expanded with the wind and instantly turned into a ferocious beast that was ten feet tall. Like a white elephant, it opened its mouth and roared at the woman from the Lost Clan!
The woman from the Lost Clan hurriedly stopped in her tracks, standing in front of the huge mouth of the "ferocious beast". Her clothes were drenched by the surging saliva.
Roar —
The woman from the Lost Clan looked up and saw that in the huge dog's mouth, there were canine teeth that were like daggers and swords. They emitted a cold light, causing her heart to palpitate. Her hands and feet turned cold, and she was stunned on the spot.
The Howling Celestial Dog that had just woken up!
Yang Jian squeezed his hand, and the eyes of the man from the Lost Clan rolled back. He was knocked unconscious by the Invisible Xuan Gang.
"I don't care where you came from," Yang Jian said. "I don't care if you were instigated by someone or if you came to find trouble with me for the demons. On account that you are from the same race as Saint Nuwa, I won't argue with you too much this time. If you offend me again, I will not spare you. "
With a cold snort, the Celestial Hound's figure suddenly shrank and rubbed against Yang Jian's legs intimately.
Yang Jian threw the man from the Lost Clan into the sea. He ignored the woman from the Lost Clan, whose long hair and clothes were wet, and stepped back.
In front of the immortals of Jie School, he did not attack. Once he attacked, he went all out, like a goshawk hunting a rabbit. That was why he was so direct and easy to take down.
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