Yang Jian had been watching the rhinoceros spirit's movements from the corner of his eyes.
The jade horn might have nothing to do with cultivation, but it would be a great humiliation to the rhinoceros spirit if it was cut off.
He was waiting for the rhinoceros spirit to attack, so when the rhinoceros spirit suddenly raised his hand to hit his chest, Yang Jian was already prepared to strike.
Unfortunately, Yang Jian did not have the chance to make a move.
A majestic aura descended from the sky. This aura instantly turned into a green dragon claw, pressing the rhinoceros spirit to the ground!
Yang Jian looked up to his left. In an inconspicuous corner of the Dragon Palace's array formation, a skinny old man pressed his palm against the air … The rhinoceros demon at the Golden Celestial Stage was like a newborn chick, unable to resist at all!
Prime Minister Turtle's leisurely voice floated over … "The outcome has been decided, do not behave atrociously in the Dragon Palace."
The green dragon claw slowly dissipated. The rhinoceros spirit was not seriously injured, but his face was full of shock. He got up and immediately walked to the edge of the arena with his head lowered, not daring to stay any longer.
"Disciple of the Jade Palace, Yang Jian, defending the arena." Prime Minister Turtle's voice spread throughout the Dragon Palace with some admiration. "I'll say one more thing. Yang Jian has only cultivated for five hundred years, but he is full of righteousness and has an extraordinary status. If you do not have the cultivation of the Golden Immortal in the Primordial Soul Realm, do not challenge him easily."
Yang Jian stood calmly in the arena, holding the Demon-Slaying Sword in his right hand, the tip of the sword pointed to the ground. His left hand was behind his back, holding the cloud-slapping brick, which made him look even more … heroic?
Yes, heroic.
Who among the Immortals in the Three Realms could withstand the brick in their hands?
Yang Jian had just knocked out a rhinoceros spirit and was already in love with the cloud-slapping brick, which was only an immortal treasure. He wanted to slowly nurture it in the future, supplement it with treasures, and personally refine it into a great killing weapon.
"I'll do it!"
With a long roar, a young man with long hair, dressed in a Daoist robe and carrying three longswords on his back, jumped into the arena. He focused his sword fingers, and the three swords on his back were unsheathed one after another, evolving into longswords around him.
In the blink of an eye, there were more than a hundred sword shadows!
"Middle Continent, Illusory Sword Spirit Sect, 29th generation disciple, Bu Kuang! Please take my sword formation! "
Yang Jian nodded with a smile. He treated human cultivators and demon cultivators with completely different attitudes.
Bu Kuang, who had obtained immortality through the Way of the Sword, swayed. The swords around him hummed and revolved around him.
When Bu Kuang pointed his finger at Yang Jian, hundreds of sword shadows turned into streaks of rainbow-colored light, whistling rapidly as they shot toward Yang Jian.
He did not hold back at all!
The rainbow light did not move in a straight line. The one hundred and eight long swords constantly changed their positions and formed a great array. They moved the momentum of heaven and earth and stirred up the winds and clouds!
In the blink of an eye, those sword shadows were no longer visible! Rays of rainbow light weaved into a large net that enveloped Yang Jian!
The sword celestial named Bu Kuang's understanding of the way of the sword had probably reached the pinnacle of perfection. He was able to switch between hardness and softness, with yin and yang coexisting. With this, he was able to form Daira.
In Yang Jian's heart, he also felt that this move was unavoidable.
He could only break it with force!
Taking a step forward, Yang Jian left an afterimage on his original spot. With a plain slash of his sword, he swung out a swift and fierce Xuan Gang!
The Xuan Gang crashed into the sky full of sword shadows, but only a few swords were knocked away. It did not break the sword formation.
Yang Jian was in mid-air. His movements were shockingly fast. He swung out a few more Xuan Gang swords. They were either semi-circular like crescent moons or erect like iron shields, but they were unable to break the opponent's sword formation.
The sword formation gave Yang Jian a very mystical feeling. With the sword as the foundation, it had the softness of water and the hardness of metal. The two were perfectly combined, and the switch between hardness and softness could be done at will.
This was …
In that instant, Yang Jian seemed to have sensed something, and his lips curled into a faint smile.
He kept the Cloud-slapping Brick and spun one round on the spot. The tip of the Demon Slaying Sword rippled gently, gliding along a path that looked like ripples in water.
The originally tyrannical Xuan Gang suddenly spread out like ripples!
It seemed soft, but it was hard. It seemed slow, but it was fast. The ripples could break all techniques!
The ripples of the Xuan Gang rippled past, and the sword shadows were scattered. Bu Kuang was caught off guard. His figure retreated quickly, but he could not dodge!
Although Bu Kuang could not dodge in time, Yang Jian did not want to hurt his heart. Yang Jian raised his left hand and grabbed gently in front of him. The Xuan Gang that had swung far away suddenly stopped. Then, it retreated like a tide and turned back towards Yang Jian.
"This …"
Bu Kuang's face was a little pale. Then, he smiled freely and bowed to Yang Jian. He said, "The disciples of the Saint are indeed extraordinary. Thank you."
Yang Jian returned the Dao salute and said, "I'm sorry for stealing a lesson at the last minute."
"Using my sword intent to break my sword formation … Hahaha!" Bu Kuang suddenly laughed out loud and then sighed. "I only knew that I was extraordinary, but I didn't expect to meet the strongest of the strongest! If you are free, you can come to the Illusory Spirit Sword Sect as a guest. To be able to sit and discuss swords with you, my journey on the Immortal Path will not be in vain! "
"If there's a chance, I will definitely disturb you," Yang Jian replied politely and watched Bu Kuang return to the surrounding area.
Bu Kuang was also a genius in the Sword Dao of the Middle Continent. He became an immortal in 300 years, comprehended the True Spirit in 1,000 years, and plucked the Dao Fruit of Longevity in 20,000 years. His sword-kinesis technique was very powerful.
However, in Yang Jian's hands, his strongest sword formation was broken in just two to three moves. That stunned the surrounding immortals. No one wanted to go up to the stage to fight.
At this moment, a somewhat feminine male voice said in a strange tone, "The dignified third generation of the Chan School is actually competing with the 29th generation disciple of an ordinary Immortal Cultivation Sect in the Primordial Land. You are really capable."
Before he finished speaking, the Huanglong Daoist snorted angrily and scolded, "Who's slandering me behind my back? Do you want to die! "
The person who spoke earlier was an old man. At that moment, blood flowed from the corner of his mouth. He was secretly injured by the Yellow Dragon Spiritual Master, so he could not say a word.
The voice came from the crowd of demons, and this matter also fell on the heads of the demons. As soon as the Yellow Dragon made a move, the two powerful figures of the demon race who did not want to meddle had to stand up.
The burly male powerful figure of the demon race did not speak. Mei Kongmei chuckled softly, her charming voice stirring people's hearts.
She said, "Daoist Master Huang Long has such a bad temper. My child only said something fair, but he was scared out of his wits by you. Why, is what he said wrong? "
"Of course not!" Huang Long retorted, then did not know how to explain.
This matter was a bit complicated.
Yang Jian's identity was indeed extraordinary. The third generation disciple of Chanism … This was really hard to comment.
The many immortal sects of the Center God Province had different origins. The founder of the immortal sects might have been taught by the second generation disciples of the Dao Sect, or he might be an in-name disciple of the Three Schools of Dao, or even a Dao inheritance that the disciples of the Three Schools of Dao left behind when they traveled.
They were all Primordial Dao, from the Dao Ancestors, and were inextricably linked to the Three Schools.
To be honest, Yang Jian's seniority in the Center God Province was quite high.
However, most of the third generation disciples of Chanism were taken in by the Perfected Persons before the Battle of God-Conferment. They helped them to quickly improve their cultivation, so that they could protect them from disasters … However, this matter could not be mentioned to others.
Chi Jingzi stroked his beard and muttered, "Although my Disciple-Nephew is a third generation disciple of Chanism, he did not cultivate from ancient times. He started cultivating in the recent hundreds of years. How can you say that he is bullying the young?"
"Seniority is seniority." Although Mei Kongmei was chuckling, her words were forceful. "Chanism has always been respected by all immortals based on seniority. How can seniority not be counted? Ah, the immortals of Jie School are not here today. Otherwise, it would be much more interesting to let them comment. "
"You!" Huanglong Daoist's long hair danced in the wind, and she was furious.
However, Chi Jingzi raised his hand to stop his junior brother, who was hot-headed and did not care about anything. He looked at Mei Kongmei and was about to argue about this matter.
Suddenly, he heard a chuckle from the arena.
"I see."
Yang Jian suddenly spoke, causing the immortals to shift their gazes from the two mighty figures to Yang Jian.
Who dared to interrupt when Mei Kongmei and the two big shots of Chanism were arguing? Even the Dragon King, who wanted to help Yang Jian, could only maintain his silence.
Not to mention Xiao Lan, who wanted to say something but hesitated, Ao Ji, who had his head lowered in thought, and Bu Kuang, who had just lost and wanted to argue for Yang Jian, did not dare to say anything.
However, Yang Jian, the person involved, stood up. After chuckling, he looked like he had a sudden realization.
"What is he going to do?"
Xiao Lan was a little confused. She did not know how Yang Jian could resolve the deadlock of seniority.
Yang Jian first bowed to the two Uncle-Masters from afar and asked respectfully, "Can I speak to this demon mighty figure?"
"Of course." Chi Jingzi stroked his beard and smiled. He leisurely sat on his seat.
For some reason, he was very at ease with Yang Jian's matters as the Second Uncle-Master.
After receiving permission, Yang Jian straightened his back and looked at Mei Kongmei. However, he only looked at her quietly and did not say a word.
Not long after, Yang Jian's figure seemed to have disappeared, giving people the illusion that he had transcended this world.
Mei Kongmei frowned and said gently with a smile, "What are you talking to me about?"
Yang Jian also smiled and said, "May I ask if this legendary figure of the Demon Race has a master?"
Mei Kongmei was very cautious. She smiled and said, "The demons value bloodline and not master."
"I see. No wonder." Yang Jian nodded and said, "No wonder." The immortals were confused.
"What are you trying to say?" Mei Kongmei had a bad feeling, but Yang Jian had already spoken …
"In terms of seniority, my master, Yuding, and my Grandmaster are the Heavenly Venerables of the Three Friends. May I ask this demon, Mei Kongmei, who are your parents? Who are your grandparents? Are they Connate lifeforms? In terms of seniority, can they compare to my Grandmaster? "
Mei Kongmei's face turned red and white. She glared at Yang Jian with her phoenix-like eyes, wishing she could swallow Yang Jian.
How could the background of her ancestors compare to the Three Pure Ones?
Who were the Three Pure Ones? They were formed from the essence soul of the Great God Pangu and surpassed the Connate spirit!
Yang Jian found out about Mei Kongmei's background from Ao Ji. He used this to force her and his aura was domineering.
Mei Kongmei forced a smile and said, "Of course, I can't compare."
Yang Jian's gaze was oppressive. Even in the face of a legendary demon, his expression did not change as he took half a step forward!
"If that's the case, Mei Kongmei, why aren't you calling me senior? Why aren't you giving up your seat? "
"How dare you!" One of the demons, Daira, shouted angrily.
"I'm bold? You're the bold one! Your seniority is definitely lower than Mei Kongmei's. How dare you shout at me, a senior?! "
Yang Jian's eyes shone with divine light, causing Daira to be in a daze. He did not dare to say anything.
For a moment, Yang Jian actually threatened a mighty figure and refuted Daira. None of the demons dared to refute him.
However, Yang Jian sighed in his heart.
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