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Chapter 10 Golden Gong, I want to hit ten! (Please recommend, please collect)
The two of them were not speculative, and they were bound to see each other in terms of force. Taoist Zilian's mood changed as he said, and the expression on his face changed very obviously.

But Jin Gong and Yang Yan frowned, expressionless to the end.

In an instant, Taoist Priest Zilian in front of him directly raised a large formation that had been prepared to trap Yang Yan, inside the formation was bursts of black smoke, which could not stop and never go out, and could directly attack people's primordial spirit, wanting to grind Yang Yan to death Inkstone.

But a martial artist of the fourth rank, who comprehends the rudimentary form of Dao, "meaning", that is, the initial application of the rules, is not easy to match. I saw that Yang Yan was as immovable as a mountain, and his body of copper skin and iron bones was rigidly connected to the purple lotus. Like a breeze blowing on the face, it is neither painful nor itchy.

In the next second, "the gun came", a bright silver meteor streaked across the sky, and the formation burst in response.

A silver gun fell into Yang Yan's hands, and then the guns combined with one spear to stab Zilian Taoist priest like a dragon. Dan resisted and was powerless to return to the sky, and the golden elixir and his body turned into powder together.

The silver light rushed out hundreds of feet, piercing through a hill.

Taoist Priest Zilian is completely like a car with the arms of a mantis, so why bother.

"Zilian, the yin god, let him go. If the body and spirit are destroyed like in the original book, it will be fate."

After the task was completed, Jin Luo Yang Yan bent down to pick up the small jade mirror, carried the silver gun, turned around and headed towards the capital.

"Brother, please stay."

Suddenly, a gentle and clear voice came from behind Yang Yan.

Yang Yan's body froze, cold sweat broke out all over his body, and a pleasant word came from a few feet behind him, but he felt cold all over his body.

As a fourth-rank martial artist, every detail within tens of feet around him will be vividly remembered, but now a person appears within a few feet, but he doesn't know it at all. If it was an enemy, his head might have already been decapitated and died on the spot.

Yang Yan turned around slowly, holding the long spear in his hand, the tip of the spear was slightly tilted downward, and replied: "Who are you and what's the matter?"

Into the eyes is a young man, standing there quietly, with white clothes and black hair, his appearance seems to be real or illusion, the skin is faintly shiny and flowing, the eyes are flashing like glass, and the temperament is elegant as if blowing into the nine heavens with the wind, impressive.

"Brother, please forgive me. I just passed by and saw that my brother's martial arts are extraordinary, like a demon and a god. I want to compete with my brother. I don't know what my brother thinks."

What a psycho!

"Sorry, I still have important things to do, so I won't accompany you."

Yang Yan said with a blank face and turned around before leaving.

"Slow down, brother, I have a big secret here, just treat it as a lottery for us to learn from each other, no matter whether we win or lose, how about I tell you?"

Yang Yan is indifferent, what kind of bullshit secrets, the most important thing in his heart is always Wei Yuan's orders, not to mention such meaningless things as discussing with others makes him have no interest, unless you are fighting to the death.

"Could it be that Wei Yuan's adopted sons are all such timid people?"

Chu Linyang continued to flirt with Yang Yan.

"So you came prepared!"

Yang Yan suddenly stopped, and said in a cold voice.

In the next moment, Yang Yan dragged the silver spear and rushed towards him. During the process, his body turned slightly, and the silver spear was driven by his arm to stab straight.

Swish.
The tip of the gun pierced the air, making a whistling sound, and the tip of the gun moved forward to form a spiral energy.

Chu Linyang shouted: "Okay!", drawing an arc under his feet, his body like light and shadow, he moved to Yang Yan's side in a flash, and punched straight.

"Pound!" The air was blasted abruptly, the air waves were blown away, the dust was flying, and the punch came, as hard as it was.

Yang Yan looked at the fierce punch and remained unmoved, he aroused his Qi machine to receive the punch forcefully, the Qi machine scattered, and Chu Linyang was also shaken back.Yang Yan continued to attack, took a step forward and raised his spear, and made a thrust from bottom to top. Chu Linyang punched hard again, and each of them retreated a hundred feet.

Immediately, shadows of fists flew, shadows of spears alternated, flashed up and down, within a hundred feet, the air exploded one by one, as if there was a huge wave in the sky, and the fight was evenly matched.

"What kind of skills does this person practice, why can't he sense his energy!" Yang Yan's expression remained unchanged but he was secretly shocked.

When I was young, after hundreds of moves, Chu Linyang's body flickered, and suddenly bounced away after the collision, thinking, "This place is only a few dozen miles away from the capital, and there is already a lot of movement. There are already masters on the way if they are not in order. Let's make a quick decision." ".

Chu Linyang stomped his feet, jumped into the air, raised his hands, and made a complicated fist seal. He visualized the most powerful charm of Tathagata in his mind, and shouted loudly, "God palm of Tathagata, great thousand seals!"

As soon as this fist print came out, the whole world seemed to be suppressed at once, all colors, light, smells, sounds, etc. lost their color, became invisible, inaudible, and their ideology seemed to disappear.

Yang Yan's complexion changed drastically, he couldn't control his heart anymore, he felt the breath of death coming, and there was no way to hide, so he had to stir up all his energy, and the spear intended to be the front and stab the fist mark, invincible in all battles, going forward indomitably, his mind seemed to be Already merged with the silver gun.

There was a loud "boom", the two met, the fists were like a broken bamboo, Yang Yan's gun intent was broken, his air machine was defeated, and the silver gun was sent flying far away. He closed his eyes, knowing that there was nothing he could do.

"Father, take care!"

But the fist print bypassed Yang Yan and hit the ground behind him. As if being bombarded by a missile, a large crater with a radius of nearly [-] feet and a depth of several feet suddenly appeared on the ground.

On the edge of the big pit, Yang Yan's hands trembled, and he was still in shock. What happened?
There was finally a change on his face. He had never felt such a terrible "will", as if the whole world was going to be wiped away by an absolutely powerful force. The surrounding area also remains in Yang Yan's heart, and he dare not recall it.

"Fortune comes with misfortune, and misfortune rests with blessing." When Yang Yan can get rid of the thoughts left in his heart at this moment, his spear intent will be able to improve to a higher level.

At this time, Chu Linyang had drifted away, and left a sentence: "It is a great honor to compete with brother today, go back and tell Wei Yuan, be careful of the late Emperor Joan of Arc!"

"Who is this person? His strength is only a thread away from the Transcendent Realm. He needs to report to Duke Wei immediately!"

Yang Yan stood there for a moment with a solemn expression, retrieved the silver spear and breathed and adjusted on the spot. He quickly recovered, pondered for a while, and started to run quickly along the official road to the capital.

Halfway through the journey, a group of people came from the direction of the capital at full speed, and smoke and dust rose from behind the horses' hooves.

The two sides approached, and Yang Yan found that it was the watchmen who came to support after receiving the news.

"Brother Yang, as long as there is nothing to do, the adoptive father is waiting, let's go." The leader is Wei Yuan's other adoptive son Nangong Qianrou, who is soft and soft, said with a sigh of relief.

"Yang Jinluo." All the watchmen saluted in unison.

"Let's go, go back." Yang Yan said with a pale face, expressionless.

(End of this chapter)