After destroying the five immortal cultivators, Yang Jian did not stop and immediately went to the place they mentioned.
That place is naturally the place where their leaders stay.
It was a cave in the south of Shiyuan City. There were stone forests in the south of Shiyuan City, and tall mountains were rising and falling one after another. If it weren't for those cultivators who had told Yang Jian of the specific location, it would be difficult to find Yang Jian even if he came here.
After wandering around for several times, Yang Jian really found his destination.
In the mountains of a high mountain, Yang Jian passed through the weeds and could see a circular hole about one meter wide. It was dark inside and it was difficult to see the situation inside from the outside with the naked eye. In addition to the darkness of the cave itself, Yang Jian also saw eleven similar holes nearby.
Add to that correct one, there are twelve holes here.
Yang Jian thought to himself secretly: "These guys are really careful to be beyond my imagination. Is it because they know that the fairy world is very dangerous that they deliberately make the place where they live so secret? Unfortunately, no matter how good you do, they cannot hide it from my eyes."
As the thoughts turned, Yang Jian got in.
After moving about ten meters in the passage, Yang Jian suddenly heard waves of movement of the mechanism.
The next second, countless arrows flew over like a rainstorm.
Judging from the speed and strength of these arrows when attacking, even immortal cultivators in the Daluo Golden Immortal Realm will suffer a great loss if they are careless. However, Yang Jian is already a saint, and even if he can only use the power at the quasi-saint level, he is more than enough to deal with it.
He waved his hand forward casually and shouted, "Get out!"
These arrows flying towards Yang Jian are made of iron, much tougher than ordinary arrows. However, under Yang Jian's attack, even the arrows made of iron were made of paper, instantly shook into powder and fell to the ground like snowflakes.
Moreover, in order not to affect his own passage, Yang Jian did not cause any damage to the cave when he destroyed the arrows.
While Yang Jian kept diving in, there were actually people in the cave observing Yang Jian.
It was a very short man of forty-five or six years old.
Behind the man was a graceful girl, who was giving a massage to the middle-aged man. Although the middle-aged man was sitting and the girl was standing, it could be seen that the girl was actually much taller than the middle-aged man. At this moment, the man was looking ahead with concentration.
In front of the man, there was an oval mist, and the fog reflected the image of Yang Jian.
When the middle-aged man saw Yang Jian destroying the mechanism but did not cause any damage to the cave, his pupils instantly shrank to the size of a wheat ray. He clenched his fists and slammed hard on the table in front of him, and took a breath of cold air.
"How is it possible? There is someone in the fairy world who has such strong control? Even I can't do such a thing. Who is this person?"
The girl standing behind the man said nothing, her face full of nervousness.
The middle-aged man's face gradually became gloomy and he shouted loudly: "I'll ask you! Are you mute? Why are such a powerful person coming here? How did our location leak? Tell me quickly."
From the reaction of the middle-aged man, we can see how nervous he is at this moment.
I believe he has seen from Yang Jian's small actions that he is definitely not Yang Jian's opponent.
The girl lowered her head and said timidly: "Master, because you said you want to take a break in the past few days, you don't have to tell you anything, so... this person calls himself Yang Jian and has killed the saint whom we were placed in the Li family."
The girl may have noticed the seriousness of the matter, and the more she talked, the ugly her face became.
In the end, she simply fell to the middle-aged man, all trembling.
"Get out of here!"
The middle-aged man kicked the girl on the chin, and while kicking the girl away, he cursed and said, "I don't even know the slightness and weight. What's the use of me to keep you? Even a saint was killed. How can I leave such a thing alone?"
As soon as he finished speaking, the middle-aged man changed into a dress and hurried out.
As for whether he is preparing to fight Yang Jian or wants to escape, it is unknown.
Just as the middle-aged man was about to leave, Yang Jian finally found this place.
He walked out of the circular passage with a diameter of only one meter, and looked at the middle-aged man and looked at the girl who couldn't get up. This middle-aged man was already the peak of the quasi-saint. After kicking it with all his strength, how could that girl have life?
Yang Jian smiled and said, "Uncle, I heard the conversation you just now. Since it was your request, you can't take your anger on others just because the result is not satisfactory. This girl did nothing wrong."
From the conversation between middle-aged and girls, Yang Jian can hear that this middle-aged man is usually very lazy and likes to enjoy himself.
Such people will not practice diligently.
Even if you really have the strength of the quasi-saint realm, it would be like this.
Yang Jian didn't take him to heart.
"You have to take care of my affairs?"
The middle-aged man said arrogantly: "I don't know who you are, but if you think you can defeat the saint and kill me, then you are too naive! I can tell you this way that since my position is higher than that saint, I must have my extraordinary talents."
Yang Jian nodded.
He naturally understood this, otherwise, the other world would not have allowed a quasi-saint to command a saint, but this does not mean that the quasi-saint in front of him is better than a real saint, and it is just because his brain is better.
For example, the fact that he is now setting up a suspicion array is a proof that his brain is good.
He must not be able to beat Yang Jian, and he said this just to make Yang Jian not do anything so early.
However, Yang Jian really doesn't understand. What is the benefit of delaying Yang Jian's chance to take action? Just to live a few more seconds? It seems that even a very smart person will instinctively struggle when facing death.
Yang Jian sneered: "I believe you have extraordinary features, but I don't believe that your extraordinary features can make you survive. In short, you go to hell first. You have six subordinates waiting for you there. With your intelligence, you should be able to think of which six are there, right?"
The quasi-saint's face did not change at all, so Yang Jian could not see his inner thoughts.
After a moment of silence, he slowly said, "Yang Jian, I don't know if you are the famous Master Zhaohui Xiansheng Yelang, but you found this place specifically, it wouldn't be so simple to kill me, right?"
"Oh? What do you mean?"
Although Yang Jian knew that this quasi-saint was delaying time, he also had the mentality of playing with the mouse, so he didn't mind playing with the quasi-saint. At the same time, because of his curiosity, he wanted to see what else this quasi-saint could talk nonsense.