Just when the three of them were standing there not knowing what to do.
Suddenly a golden light appeared in the sky and flew from Yunchu.
Dongfang Zimo took a closer look and saw that there seemed to be a figure in the golden light.
"You evil beast! Come down quickly!" A sharp voice came out from the golden light, resounding all around.
Dongfang Zimo's heart moved, and he looked at the dragon in disbelief.
Sure enough, at Jin Mang's command, the dragon circled in the air and happily returned to Jin Mang.
The golden light gradually dissipated, revealing a middle-aged man wearing Taoist robes.
The Taoist-robed man looked at the dragon beside him and nodded with satisfaction.
Then his eyes glanced at Dongfang Zimo and the others below.
"Thank you, senior, for saving me. Otherwise, our lives would have been in danger. Senior's kindness is so great that this junior will never forget it. I wonder if senior would give me your last name so that juniors can have the opportunity to repay you!" Dongfang Zimo saw the man in Taoist robes looking over and dared to rush.
He gave thanks.
Yang Chen and Ziyun did not dare to neglect and agreed.
The cultivation level of the man in Taoist robes before him was unfathomable. He sat down and the spirit beast swallowed a fake alchemy monk in one bite. The power was unimaginable.
The three of them were sure that the man in Taoist robes in front of them must be a golden elixir monk.
"Hahaha! If the little friends thank me, I won't do it. If you want to thank me, just thank the dragon under my seat. I am here all because of this beast, but I didn't expect that these little friends would be chased by an evil cultivator.
Kill." The man in Taoist robes stroked his beard and said in a good mood.
"Thank you, senior, for showing off your divine beasts and saving us." Yang Chen was slightly surprised when he heard this, and then said respectfully.
"This evil beast has always been fond of eating filthy evil spirits, and it's all here to find food. But if it can swallow an evil cultivator in the fake elixir realm, it will definitely make a lot of progress in cultivation, and it can be regarded as a lot of benefits. You don't have to do this.
You're welcome." The man in Taoist robes patted Jiaolong's head and said with a smile.
This dragon seems to have a bit of spirituality. When the man in Taoist robes said it, he shook his head in a playful manner.
"But you are also lucky to have encountered a spiritual beast like me. The world of immortal cultivation is full of dangers, and there are countless monks with evil intentions. You should leave here as soon as possible." After the man in Taoist robes finished speaking, he ignored the three of them and stood beside Jiaolong.
He left with his head in the air.
Seeing that the senior left like this, Dongfang Zimo was stunned for a moment and then breathed a sigh of relief.
If this man in Taoist robes was also a monk with evil intentions, then they would really be doomed today.
"Thank you two senior brothers for risking their lives to save me. Junior sister, I have caused trouble for you." Suddenly a blush appeared on Ziyun's face, and she rolled her arms shyly.
"Since we are from the same sect, why should we be so polite?" Yang Chen crossed his arms and said calmly.
"What Senior Brother Yang said is that if fellow Taoist Ziyun was killed, how could Senior Brother Yang and I have the dignity to go back? Fortunately, there was no danger this time." Dongfang Zimo smiled slightly and said regardless of previous suspicions.
When Ziyun heard this, he looked at Dongfang Zimo blankly, with inexplicable mixed feelings in his heart.
As if thinking of what happened before, Ziyun lowered his head in guilt.
"The evil cultivators are all gone, but I don't want to stay here for long. I think it will be dawn soon, so I'll just go on my way." Yang Chen looked at the sky and calmly released the giant sword.
Dongfang Zimo nodded, glanced at Ziyun and then released an iron sword.
"It just so happens that the Thousand-Year Dark Iron here is not far away. I think I can reach it in half a day's flight." After gathering his emotions, Ziyun took out a Dharma plate and said.
After the three of them determined their location, they flew out in a certain direction.
Nearly half a month later, Dongfang Zimo and three others returned to the Yang clan in Hechuan with the thousand-year black iron.
At the gate of the mountain, the three of them were chatting about something.
This experience not only reunited Ziyun and Dongfang Zimo, but also made their relationship much better than ordinary friends.
Just when the three of them were about to separate here, Ziyun suddenly turned red and took out a blue sword from his storage bag.
"In the past, junior sisters often offended senior brothers. Senior brothers were magnanimous and did not argue with junior sisters and took risks to rescue Ziyun. I see that senior brother has never had a sword on him. If senior brother does not abandon it, I will give this sword to senior brother as a portable sword." Ziyun caressed.
Holding the sword, he said in a gentle tone.
"Junior sister Ziyun can't help it. You and I are both from the same sect. If a fellow sect is in trouble, we will naturally help you. Besides, the Yang division also helps, so how can I have the nerve to take all the credit?" Dongfang Zimo was stunned for a moment, a little at a loss.
Scratching his head.
Yang Chen frowned and stared at Ziyun, then looked at Dongfang Zimo, but didn't say anything.
"What? Could it be that senior brother thinks that junior sister's sword is too low-grade and he doesn't like it?" Seeing that Dongfang Zimo didn't want to take it away, Ziyun's eyes narrowed, and a cold air emanated inexplicably.
"No...no! Don't misunderstand me, junior sister. It's just that I already have other swords. Why don't you give them to Senior Brother Yang." Dongfang Zimo waved his hand and said with a wry smile.
"Hmph! Other swords? Then why can't I see my senior brother wearing it? Is it because he dislikes Ziyun's magical weapon because it is too low-grade and doesn't want it?" Ziyun snorted coldly and looked at Dongfang Zimo with contempt on his face.
Just as Dongfang Zimo was about to say something more, Yang Chen on the side suddenly interrupted him.
"I won't bother you, junior sister. I happen to have a high-level sword here that I have treasured for many years. Junior Brother Dongfang is my outer disciple, so why don't you have a sword on you? Junior Brother Dongfang, please take this sword."
Yang Chen held a sword with a gem in his hand and threw it to Dongfang Zimo.
"Ah! Senior Brother Yang..." Dongfang Zimo caught the sword in a hurry.
"Well, Dongfang Zimo, just take the sword handed to me by Senior Brother Yang. You clearly don't like my sword." Ziyun sneered and stamped her feet angrily.
"Junior brother Dongfang is also a foundation-building monk after all. How can he not have a high-level magic weapon with him." Yang Chen glanced at Ziyun and said proudly.
"No! You must accept the sword I gave you, otherwise you won't blame me for being rude to you!" Ziyun was furious and forced the sword to Dongfang Zimo.
"You two, please let me go. I won't get rewarded for my efforts. Besides, I have a sword with me, but it was taken away by a senior. I understand your kindness, so don't make it difficult anymore."
I'm here." Dongfang Zimo almost knelt down and begged.
Seeing Dongfang Zimo's serious look, Yang Chen and Ziyun stopped forcing him.
Ziyun Dai frowned, snorted coldly, and left angrily.
"Senior Brother Yang, please take it back." Dongfang Zimo said with a wry smile.
"I'm not used to handling this sword, so I thought of giving it to you for use. Since you don't want it, I won't force it too much." Yang Chen held the sword in the air and took it back.
"Thank you, senior brother." Dongfang Zimo smiled and felt relieved.