Willing to change Qingfeng to fight the rivers and lakes

In the night, the outline of the Zhanjia compound was hazy, and there were only a few night lights shining dimly in the courtyard. Looking around, the compound built by the mountains looked like a crawling tiger.

From the corner of Yang Jian's eyes, he could vaguely notice a figure passing by quickly, floating towards the direction where Zhan Xi lived.

Almost without any hesitation, Yang Jian just tapped his toes and flew away, the corners of his lips couldn't hide a clear smile - he knew it would not be too quiet tonight.

Although he has no magic power, Yang Jian's lightness kung fu is second to none, and after only a few ups and downs, he has already caught up with the figure and reached the roof where Zhan Xi lives.The very common cornice structure of red bricks and blue tiles, Yang Jian hardly made any sound when he landed on the roof tiles.

Standing quietly in front of him was a figure in blue and gray shirt with disheveled hair.

He is not tall, and he is a little thin. He stands very steadily but gives people the feeling that he is moving at any time.

The back is very strange, but it feels somewhat familiar.

Yang Jian frowned slightly.

It is really inconvenient without the power of Tianyan.

Yang Jian coughed softly, just as he said "you", the other party suddenly turned around and with a sharp wind on his sleeves, he came to Yang Jian's eyes. Without saying a word, he followed a few steps forward and greeted him with his arms outstretched.

Although Yang Jian can't use mana, this kung fu has been practiced one by one. He has never slacked off for thousands of years. Although the blood was coagulated because of the sealed mana, it has already recovered a few percent under the action of the elixir of the Supreme Lord. These few successes Power used in the mortal world is definitely one of the best in the world, and there are few opponents.

Unexpectedly, the person who came from the opposite party seemed to be very familiar with Yang Jian's martial arts moves. When the two sides fought each other, they were one step ahead and calculated their moves well.

Dozens of tricks have been passed between the flying and moving, Yang Jian felt vaguely strange in his heart, the opponent's routines seemed to be very familiar, and there was a kind of smooth flow between the exchanges, which made Yang Jian seem to have known each other before.

Yang Jian suddenly turned around and opened some distance, shouted: "Wait!"

The other party stopped obediently, faced Yang Jian and looked at Yang Jian silently.

Yang Jian raised his finger and pointed at the other party, looking at the Fang Fangzheng, who was not very well-behaved, an ordinary face, and pointed bitterly: "It's you!" Without the other party's confirmation, Yang Jian's tone Filled with anger, "Did you do it on purpose? This is all a drama you arranged? I didn't expect it to be you, maybe I didn't expect you to have such a scheming?!"

A smile suddenly appeared on the normal face of the other party, blinked, his expression suddenly changed, his whole face became lively, and he said with a smile: "It's boring, I was seen through so quickly by you, I originally wanted to wait until I beat you You revealed your identity after a half move, but I didn't expect you to be so difficult to deal with."

Yang Jian angrily stepped forward and grabbed his collar, saying: "What? Are you unconvinced when you lose to me? You have also learned the despicable tricks of taking advantage of others' dangers to make people worse. When did you have such a scheming plan, and you were able to hold your breath?" Designing such a trap to wait for me to enter the net? Huh?"

The other party was strangled by Yang Jian's neck and couldn't breathe, so he hurriedly apologized in a low voice, "What's wrong with taking advantage of others' danger? Is my old grandson that kind of despicable person? How long have you known me? I learned how to think like you. Are you plotting? If I can devise some kind of trap to trap you, will I wait until today to see you make a fool of yourself? My old grandson knows that you have no mana right now, but half a mana was useless when I made the move just now, right? Yes or no?"

Yang Jian let go of his hand slowly, and sighed: "I'm the one who is confused, you monkey will not be able to learn to plot and calculate even if you study for another 1000 years-this time, what identity are you here again?"

The other party was Sun Wukong, seeing Yang Jian let go of his hand, he let out a sigh of relief, and said a little embarrassedly: "I am... Zhan Xi's master..."

Yang Jian was not surprised, and said: "I thought that Toutuo's identity was not ordinary, but I didn't expect you to have such leisure time. You already knew that Zhan Zhao and I were together as early as on Mount Hua. I was also helping him plot the crime, and I heard from Zhan Xi that she and Zhan Zhao had met you when they were very young, why didn't you remind me then?"

Sun Wukong said: "Hey, I have golden eyes that can only distinguish the soul of the primordial spirit, not your celestial eyes that can see through the past and present, when I saw Zhan Zhao in Huashan, he grew up so big, where will I see it in a while? Can you tell that he is the young master of the Zhan family? My old grandson didn't tell you on purpose."

Yang Jian sneered and said, "Okay, then I'll listen to your explanation."

Sun Wukong scratched his head embarrassingly, and said: "This is a long story, my old grandson has never been able to tell stories, so where do I start to talk about all this?" Looking up, Yang Jian's expression changed slightly, He hurriedly continued: "It's definitely an accident that you got involved with this matter, why don't you come and ask me, I will answer what you ask, and I will never hide it..." Sun Wukong hurriedly disassembled and looked at it carefully Yang Jian's face softened, and he said: "Apart from being so respectful in front of my master back then, my old grandson was never so humble in front of the Buddha, and he was not so careful when talking to your uncle. Not satisfied?

Yang Jian glanced at Sun Wukong coldly, and said slowly: "I think you don't have a good brain, so I'll accept you because of your sincerity—then, why don't you come and sit with me?"

Monkey King said with a bitter face: "I should obey my orders, I am very grateful."

Yang Jian smiled inwardly, but his face was still cold and expressionless.The two were about to turn around, but Monkey King suddenly said: "Hey, your Zhan Zhao is here, let's go first and explain to him first."

Yang Jian turned his head and saw a faint figure leaping lightly on the roof in the distance. The outline and movement were very familiar, and it was Zhan Zhao who came over.Yang Jian was very concerned about Sun Wukong's words "Your Zhan Zhao", and gave Sun Wukong a dissatisfied look, but Sun Wukong smiled and pretended not to see it.

In fact, Zhan Zhao had already noticed it when Yang Jian and Sun Wukong had just exchanged hands. Although the wind of the clothes being torn in the quiet night was not very ear-piercing, it was still very obvious.Zhan Zhao listened quietly for a moment and felt that the martial arts of these two people who were fighting were extremely high. Except for the slight wind noise when their bodies staggered and punched and split palms, there was almost no loud sound, which showed that neither of them tried their best. Full strength and luck are completely under control.

Zhan Zhao turned over and went out of the house, and saw that the night guards of the Zhan family had quietly surrounded the source of the sound. Zhan Zhao jumped up to the roof and found that the place where they fought was his sister's residence. Although he couldn't see who it was in the dark night, But the tall and elegant white figure is very familiar, and you don't need to look closely to know that it is Yang Jian.

It seemed that Yang Jian was not in any danger, but when Zhan Zhao was about to focus on the distinction, he saw that the two of them stopped suddenly, as if they heard what Yang Jian said, and the faint tone of voice in the wind carried a trace of anger.

Zhan Zhao felt a little uneasy in his heart, so he gestured to comfort Ye Wei, and Zhan Zhao immediately used his body shape to fly towards Yang Jian.

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