"who?"

Seeing that Ran Deng's attack was cut off, both the disciples of the Chan Sect and the Jie Sect were surprised and exclaimed in surprise.

This lamp is a quasi-saint. He suppressed Zhao Gongming three nights and ten heavenly kings with his own strength. He was already an invincible existence in the audience.

Someone actually cut off his attack directly, how could it not surprise people?

Randeng was also shocked by this sudden attack, caught off guard, and the Dinghai God Bead in his hand also stood out.

Zhao Gongming felt a lighter all over and quickly put the Dinghai Shenzhu in his hand.

This is my own treasure, and I was almost taken over by Lan Deng.

Randeng didn't care about suppressing Zhao Gongming to seize the treasure at this time. The attack came strangely. It was so powerful that the person who came was not good!

"Who is pretending to be a ghost here? Do you dare to fight openly?"

Lan Deng looked solemnly, looking at somewhere quietly.

For him, cutting off his own attack with one blow is an opponent that cannot be underestimated.

This person takes action like this, he must suppress this person and talk about other things.

"What's the point!"

The void was violently turbulent, and a figure slowly emerged.

"When wasn't I, Yang Jian, right? But you, Ran Deng, are really useless to be your senior, you are so bullying the junior!"

Holding a three-pointed two-edged sword and wearing bright silver armor, it was Yang Jian, the true Lord of Guanjiangkou Shengsheng Erlang!

"Senior Brother Changsheng Palace!"

Everyone couldn't help but exclaim when they looked at the majestic figure.

"Now, Your Majesty's senior brother has taken action, and we are all worry-free!"

Wen Zhong was very happy when he saw Yang Jian, and his loss just now was wiped out.

"Not bad, how can ordinary people compare to the great disciple of the Holy Master?"

Li Jing nodded repeatedly. Even though Yang Jian was not in the quasi-saint realm at this moment, he still easily cut off Lan Deng's attack.

You know, this Lan Deng is a very old quasi-saint in the world, and his cultivation is amazing.

Although Yang Jian had the intention of attacking him unexpectedly, it is undeniable that Yang Jian's own strength was powerful.

It turns out that they are disciples of the Holy Master, each of them is so powerful!

When Li Jing thought of this, he couldn't help but think of his third son Nezha who was taken away without having time to love him well.

I don’t know how he is in the Changsheng Palace at this moment? Have you entered the cultivation stage?

Seeing Wen Zhong's admiration, Li Jing began to think about it again.

"If it is based on the seniority of my third son, tsk tsk!"

Li Jing felt happy, but he didn't dare to show it. Just just be happy secretly.

"Oh, I'm so stupid, really."

Shen Gongbao was very surprised and a little regretful at the same time.

"I had known His Majesty's identity before, I should have gone to Guanjiangkou or the Dragon and Phoenix tribes to recruit people!"

But it's good that Yang Jian came uninvited and broke the current deadlock.

The Jie Sect also saluted Yang Jian together.

"Thank you for helping me!"

Yang Jian nodded with a kind expression. These people came to help his second junior brother, so it was natural to save them.

But, some people are not treated so well.

"Hmph! Guangchengzi? Long time no see, are you not beaten enough last time? How dare you go against my Changsheng Palace?"

Yang Jian looked at the twelve golden immortals without any mercy.

"Yang Jian, this is a dispute between the two sects. I hope you don't meddle in other people's business!"

Guangchengzi looked bad, and he remembered the experience of being beaten by Yang Jian that day, which was vivid in his mind.

The Twelve Golden Immortals also had a rather unnatural expression, and they were obviously unforgettable.

"Mediating? Hum!"

Yang Jian snorted coldly, "You are the ones who meddled with other people? Why are you doing this in the human race? Such a big battle, even this deputy leader has been invited!"

Yang Jian knew very well that the human race's civil strife was just that the Anhui Sect wanted to pull the intercepting Sect into the pit and fill the disaster.

"Enough!"

Hearing Yang Jian's words, Randeng, who had been watching the coldly, finally couldn't help but speak.

"Starting today, I am the grudge between the sect and the sect. Do you insist on meddling in other people's business?"

"This is my human race, and it's not your turn, the ten thousand-year-old king, to intervene!"

Yang Jian looked at Lan Deng and showed no mercy at all. Anyway, he had no mercy at all when he followed the goods.

"You will retreat in the end, otherwise don't blame my subordinates for showing mercy!"

Yang Jian waved his three-pointed two-edged sword with heavy waves, and the cold light flashed, and his murderous intent was awe-inspiring.

"What a thousand-year-old king!"

Randeng gritted his teeth, and Yang Jian's words hurt his heart.

Although I have not become a saint, I am also the only few old quasi-saints in the world. How can I be insulted?

"The younger generation is afraid that my decay will be declining, but if I do not die, you are all younger generations."

"Today, let me teach you a lesson for the Lord of the Eternal Palace!"

Ran Deng said, and he had already taken action directly.

"My master, there is no need for anyone to replace me. Do you have this qualification?"

Yang Jian held a three-pointed two-edged sword in his hand, and faced the quasi-sainted Lantern without any fear.

In an instant.

The battle broke out, and the sky here was instantly lit and lit by various lights, flashing and magnificent.

The huge pressure spread out and rippled away, which made everyone present amazed.

Yang Jian is worthy of being the eldest brother of the Changsheng Palace. Even if he does not have the realm of a quasi-saint, he is still comparable to the quasi-saint's scattered lamp.

"Is this the eldest brother of the Changsheng Palace? It's true that he is well-known!"

"Yes, yes, it's much better than the senior brothers of some saints!"

"Haha, they are all senior brothers, why is the difference so big?"

The Jie Cult members watched with relish while talking.

It doesn’t matter to Zhao Gongming. Yang Jian is strong enough and he is convinced.

However, Guangchengzi's face was already extremely gloomy and full of resentment.

With the title of senior brother, Yang Jian is inevitably compared with others.

The key is that I really can't do anything to him and can only be furious.

"But so what? Yang Jian is just a Daluo Golden Immortal. Can he really make a big splash?"

Guangchengzi looked at the situation and spoke coldly.

As he said, although Yang Jian was extremely brave at the beginning, he gradually felt that he was unable to meet his strength.

"It seems that some means are needed!"

Although Yang Jian has always been arrogant, he is not meant to be rude.

If you are not strong enough, come and get the magic weapon!

"Donghuang Bell! Give it to me!"

Yang Jian shouted loudly and used the Donghuang Bell.

Suddenly, the pressure of the innate treasure rolled away and rushed towards the lamp.

"Haha! I knew you had a magic weapon for a long time."

"But, do you have me?"

Seeing the glorious power of Donghuang Zhong hit him, Lan Deng was not afraid at all. With his mind moved, a treasure appeared in front of him, shining brightly.

This is a lamp with a gray flame inside it.

When everyone saw that this wasn’t this the coffin lantern, one of the four magic lamps?

The Baolian Lantern, the Jinggong Lantern, the Glazed Lantern, and the Green Light Liangyi Lantern are the four great magic lamps.
To be continued...