Yang Jian suddenly felt that the heavens were playing a big joke on him.
In the legends, Yang Jian had a Howling Celestial Dog, and he was also called Yang Jian. He also had a big black dog by his side …
Most importantly, when the big black dog became strong, it was also extremely ferocious.
In the legends, Yang Jian had three eyes. Although he didn't have a third eye, this random person in front of him found a god art in a random corner of the ruins.
The name was the same as the legendary Yang Jian … Heavenly Eye god art.
"Do I want it or not?"
Yang Jian suddenly felt afraid. He felt that the heavens were destined to make him become that Yang Jian.
"Forget it, I'll take it. It can't be helped. Outstanding people will always be the center of attention wherever they go …"
Yang Jian felt good about himself and then put away the Heavenly Eye god art.
The prodigies of the other sects risked their lives just to enter a cave and search for opportunities. He, on the other hand, hid in a corner because his current strength was too weak, and then opportunities came to him.
If the prodigies of the other sects knew about this, wouldn't they die of anger?
Yang Jian put away the Heavenly Eye god art. Worried that he would expose himself, he squatted down and found a random place to hide.
Then …
He seemed to have triggered some mechanism, and his whole body suddenly fell down.
Just as Yang Jian was feeling puzzled, a sharp intent suddenly attacked him, causing his hair to stand on end.
He turned to look at the source of the sharp intent, and he almost fainted.
The place he fell seemed to be a weapon tomb. In a crack of a medium-sized stone, there was a saber that looked like a spear, but not a spear. Other than that, there was no other weapon.
"Is the heavens joking with me? Three pointed, double-edged saber … Isn't this Erlang God Yang Jian's weapon? "
Yang Jian felt like crying.
A few seconds ago, he had accidentally picked up a Heavenly Eye god art. The next second, he was in a weapon tomb, and there was only one saber in it.
And it was Yang Jian's three pointed, double-edged saber.
Woof woof!
Yang Jian heard the barking of the big black dog above him. He looked up and saw the big black dog jumping in.
Then, da! Da! Da! The sound of footsteps could be heard.
Yang Jian's heart tightened. He was about to walk to the stone and pull out the three pointed, double-edged saber.
However, before they could even take a step forward, the large black dog leaped down. Then, the disciples of the other sects began to shout arrogantly.
"Brat, how dare you!"
Then, five disciples dressed in the same sect uniform came down. One of them was holding a long spear and looked like Zhao Zilong of Changshan.
This made Yang Jian very unhappy. After all, his idol in his youth was Zhao Zilong.
This fellow's looks were nothing special. Wouldn't that ruin his image of the Martial God Zhao Zilong?
The large black dog stood beside Yang Jian, its red eyes staring coldly at the five rank four Martial Ancestor Realm experts.
"What do you want? I discovered this place first. "
Yang Jian looked at the five people whose cultivations were much higher than his, and suddenly felt that the heavens were playing a joke on him.
If he died in the end, then his Heavenly Eye Mystical Power, the large black dog, and this three pointed, double-edged saber would all be taken away by others.
Then, he would replace him and become a knockoff of Erlang Shen. That would be very awkward.
"Oh."
"What does it matter?"
"Now, this place is ours. Haha."
"I guessed correctly. You brought a large black dog here, so you must have used it to find something. I really guessed correctly …"
The five rank four Martial Ancestor Realm experts looked at the three pointed, double-edged saber in the cellar with pleasant surprise. It was as if they had seen a great beauty.
However, they suddenly felt that Yang Jian was an eyesore. Thus, the five of them turned around and faced Yang Jian, a cold smile appearing on their faces.
"Do you still have any treasures on you? If you do, use them to exchange for your life."
The young man who was the leader of the five sneered.
The young man holding the long spear next to the young man acted very pretentiously and pointed the tip of the spear at Yang Jian's neck.
Feeling the coldness coming from his neck, Yang Jian had reason to believe that these people were willing to kill him for the treasures.
However, Yang Jian was unwilling. He did not want his great future with Feng Hao to be ruined by these scum.
Thus, his brain started to work furiously, thinking of an escape route.
However, after thinking about it, it seemed that … there was only one escape route, and that was to leave from the place where he had fallen.
The key was that with his cultivation, the chances of him running away from the five rank four Martial Ancestor Realm experts were almost zero.
This was a dead end.
Panic!
In just an instant, Yang Jian felt that his back was already drenched in cold sweat. This was fatal.
"We're all neighbors. There's no need to be so cruel, right? Why don't you take this weapon and I'll pretend that I didn't see anything? "
Yang Jian said tentatively.
"Woof, woof, woof!"
The large black dog roared at the five people, baring its teeth and looking extremely ferocious.
However, it was just a paper tiger.
Because it was no match for the five rank four Martial Ancestor Realm experts.
The five of them looked at each other and laughed. They said, "If you kneel down and pretend to be a dog and beg for mercy, we might let you go if we're happy."
"That's right!"
"This person really looks like a dog …"
The five rank four Martial Ancestor Realm experts laughed back and forth. They were extremely proud of themselves.
However, their words completely aroused the hatred in Yang Jian's heart. In his life, he hated people saying that he was like a dog the most.
Kneel down and pretend to be a dog?
He would rather die than do that.
"Do you have to be so cruel?" Yang Jian lowered his head and said.
He could feel that his life might soon come to an end, but before that, he wanted to be tough for the last time.
Killing one would break even, and killing two would make a profit.
Therefore, Yang Jian took out the glowing Heavenly Eye Divine Skill Scroll from his bosom and placed it in his hand. He said, "This is a divine skill that I just obtained. Who among you wants it?"
Yang Jian looked at the five people.
"I …"
"Me, give it to me!"
"Boy, give it to me. Did you hear me? Give it to me and I'll spare your life …"
The eyes of the five rank four Martial Ancestor Realm experts lit up. They all wanted the glowing ancient scroll in Yang Jian's hand.
They didn't expect that the guy with the lowest cultivation would have such terrifying luck.
"You all want it, but I only have one …"
Yang Jian revealed an embarrassed expression and then said, "Then I'll put this divine skill in front of the weapon and you can take it yourself. Whether you can get the weapon or the divine skill depends on your fate. What do you think?"
Yang Jian held the ancient scroll in his right hand and slowly walked toward the three pointed, double-edged sword.
As expected, the five people did not move at this moment, but they acquiesced to Yang Jian's actions. One of them was only a rank six or seven Martial Ancestor Realm expert.
It was unknown how many of them could be killed with a single slap.
Now, they only cared about the divine skill scroll and the weapon, but the five of them … seemed to be a little difficult to divide.
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