The Legend of Honghuang Erlang

Thinking of this, Zhao Gongming glared at Wang Mo again.

This reckless man is familiar to him, otherwise it would be impossible for him to come here even though he knew it was embarrassing.

If he hadn't scolded him just now, and Master Taiyi pointed out many doubts about the death of his 'disciple', maybe Wang Mo would rush on him at this time regardless.

Zhao Gongming looked at Yang Jian, and was also a little surprised. He could tell at a glance that Yang Jian had entered the wonderland of enlightenment, so he didn't dare to disturb him, but just stood by and waited.

The four sages of Jiulong Island secretly discussed with each other, and Wang Mo sighed softly, telling an old story.

The dead apprentice was not as simple as Wang Mo's direct disciple, but a romantic account he owed when he wandered somewhere in the great world.

Because he was afraid of being laughed at by his brothers, Wang Mo took his son as a disciple, and brought him back to Kowloon Island after he was ten years old, and trained him carefully.

It's just that the kid's aptitude is not good, and his understanding is also poor. Wang Mo has spent a lot of effort on him, but it is still difficult to become a talent. Wang Mo thought it would be okay to protect his longevity and asked, so he relaxed his discipline on his son.

Unexpectedly, he died just after going out for a play.

Thinking about it now, I'm afraid someone really took advantage of this plan to provoke a war between the two sects, and to use the hands of Wang Mo to get rid of Yang Jian.

It's a pity that the person who calculated it probably didn't expect that Wang Mo and Yang Jian fought twice, and they all ended in embarrassment.

Standing there, Ao Xinke naturally didn't have a good face to teach the five immortals, but Chu Qian was well versed in how to behave in the world, and had struggled for a long time among the demon clan, so she had her own way of working around it.

Chu Qian thought about it, and bowed forward, "Several gods who have stopped teaching, there is something I want to clarify with you."

"Fellow Daoist, but it's okay to say." Zhao Gongming replied with a smile, quite a bit of a smiley face.

Chu Qiandao: "Let's not talk about what happened that day. My second master woke up and told you all about it. But just now, after several immortals went to the outer sky to fight, a person suddenly appeared and attacked the second master..."

She said the words and magical powers used by the sneak attacker one by one.

Zhao Gongming's complexion became more and more ugly. Standing there exuded a kind of power, which made the four saints of Jiulong Island tremble slightly.

"How dare you! How dare you treat me as nothing!"

Zhao Gongming gritted his teeth and cursed, paced back and forth above the sea surface, and then released several jade talismans, breaking through the void and sending them to unknown places.

Half an hour later, several figures appeared on the East China Sea, all of which were shrouded in mist, and their appearance could not be seen clearly.

Zhao Gongming went forward and talked about the methods used by the people who attacked Yang Jian, the "a red thread", "a blood-stained flying knife", and "the poison planted after breaking the treasure's body", which made the two of them say at the same time: "Blood-turning knife?"

Zhao Gongming said: "This matter is quite strange. Who is the one who practiced the supernatural power of the blood-melting sword? I also invite a few brothers and sisters to go back to the island to investigate carefully."

A light female voice asked: "The person who shot in the dark has the cultivation base of a quasi-sage, so how did Yang Jian survive?"

"The princess of the Dragon Palace has been guarding Yang Jian's side all the time, and I can't see through her cultivation. I'm afraid it's the masters of the dragon clan who are protecting Yang Jian."

Zhao Gongming murmured, "I'll wait here and try my best to resolve the misunderstanding with Yang Jian. Although there is a matter of enshrining the gods, Chanjiao and us are of the same origin. When enshrining the gods, just send some incompetent disciples to the heavenly court. There is no need to go to war for it."

The female voice sighed: "I'm afraid that Chanjiao is not what you think, senior brother."

"Haha, what am I afraid of when I cut off the teaching of the immortal? It's just a mere catastrophe. You go first, and I will come later."

Those figures responded twice, and disappeared in the mist, but it was not their real body that came here, but an incarnation or a spiritual thought, and they came here to discuss with Zhao Gongming.

After the tripod-carrying disciples of the second generation of Jiejiao left, Zhao Gongming returned to the clam, stood there with low eyebrows and waited quietly, with a faint dao charm and strange fragrance wafting from his body.

Wang Mo and the others looked at each other, and they didn't dare to move rashly. Although they still looked at Yang Jian with a lot of hatred, they didn't dare to do anything at this time.

The earth-shattering battle between Daoist Taiyi and Zhao Gongming, when he raised his hand to shatter the stars and stomped his feet to break the Milky Way, the heaven far away was affected by the fighting skills of the two great supernatural beings and trembled several times.

But the two had nothing to do with each other, and in the end they just ended in a tie, and they began to talk about whose fault it was.

The two great supernatural beings confronted each other, calculated and deduced each other, Wang Mo finally realized that maybe he was really being used by others, for no reason...

Li Xingba sent a message to Zhao Gongming, called his senior brother respectfully, and asked, "The monk has an epiphany, maybe in a hundred years, are we just waiting here?"

"Wait." Zhao Gongming just said one word, and Li Xingba didn't dare to speak anymore.

Fortunately, Yang Jian's accumulation is not considered profound, and he only earned it occasionally. After a day and a night, he woke up with his eyes open.

Seeing Zhao Gongming, Yang Jian was shocked.

Could it be that something happened to Mr. Uncle?

What can I do? I figured out how to cut off my teaching, but I never thought that Uncle Taiyi would be in trouble! If there is something wrong with the master, how should he explain it to the master? How can I be worthy of my conscience?

Just as Yang Jian was about to speak, Chu Qian hurriedly told Yang Jian what had happened after practicing, and Yang Jian heaved a sigh of relief.

Glancing at her sister, she found that Yang Xiaochan was sleeping peacefully in the corner, with a little sparkle at the corner of her mouth, and she couldn't help but smile.

"Thank you very much," Yang Jian said softly to Ao Xinke, who had been standing on the edge of the clam, vigilant against Zhao Gongming and others, and had not moved all day and all night.

"He, they...be careful..." Ao Xinke whispered in Yang Jian's ear, and Yang Jian nodded in agreement.

In fact, sometimes, when faced with such an entrustment, there is no need to explain much, just agree.

"Uncle Zhao," Yang Jian directly took out the orb of the picture, wrapped it in profound energy, and put it in Zhao Gongming's hands.

Zhao Gongming glanced at it, his smile froze a bit, and handed the photo orb to Wang Mo.

"I am ashamed of this uncle, and my nephew Yang Jian has been wronged," Zhao Gongming sighed, "I am waiting here just to give my nephew an explanation. Wang Mo was blindfolded by the killing, and mistakenly thought that his nephew had killed him, but he didn't know that there were other traitors who framed him..."

"Brother!" Li Xingba, one of the Four Sages of Kowloon Island, frowned and said, "How can you draw such a conclusion just based on this orb?"

Zhao Gongming turned around and scolded: "Shut up! Don't you think it's not enough to be ashamed! Several second-generation disciples of the Taoist sect intercepted and killed the third-generation disciples of the Taoist sect. This incident has long been rumored. You really don't know it!"

All four of them lowered their heads sadly, Wang Mo held the orb, his eyes were filled with tears, his grief was uncontrollable.

Seeing this, Yang Jian also secretly praised: It really is the deep love between master and apprentice.

"Why don't you let this matter go?" Zhao Gongming returned to his smiling face, and smiled at Yang Jian, "Nephew Yang Jian also used Junior Brother Wang Mo to show his prestige. Who in the prehistoric world doesn't know that you are brave and good at fighting? Given time, you will definitely be a great pillar of my Taoist sect!"

Let it go?

Yang Jian laughed rather self-deprecatingly: "The name of bravery is nothing, it's just a struggle for fear of death. Alas, how can we shake hands and make peace after several life and death hardships?"

"What does that nephew mean?" Zhao Gongming frowned and said, "This enmity was formed with me?"

"I'm not targeting the interception, I'm just discussing the matter!" Yang Jian snorted, "Wang Mo tried to kill me twice, that is my life and death enemy, but this is a personal grudge between me and him."

He looked at Wang Mo, but Wang Mo didn't dare to look at him, turned his face away, his eyes were complicated and difficult to understand.

Yang Jian didn't talk too much, and said: "Although I can withstand the attack of Wang Mo today, it is difficult to ask him for an explanation. But in the future, when I succeed in cultivation, I must go to Jiulong Island to ask for advice!"

Wang Mo suddenly laughed sadly twice, his figure was full of bleakness, he suddenly raised his left hand, his right hand smashed hard on the shoulder of his left arm, and one arm fell towards the East China Sea with a little blood...

"Brother!"

"Brother, you!"

"My king demon hereby swears in the name of Jiejiao Immortal that I will stay away from where Yang Jian is in the future. If Yang Jian comes to seek revenge, I will definitely not turn back! If I violate this oath, Jiejiao Xianxian will kill my soul!"

As soon as the oath was made, the situation fluctuated.

Wang Mo staggered for half a step, and did not urge Xianli to heal the wound, allowing the blood to drip, looking at Yang Jian.

Yang Jian nodded silently, his expression did not waver, he just said: "The next day we meet will be when you and I will fight to the death."

"Yang Jian, don't go too far!" Li Xingba gritted his teeth and cursed, "We are your elders after all!"

"Heh, are you my elders now?" Yang Jian laughed loudly, and then his gaze became serious, "When the three of you lent your treasures to your elder brother, did you ever think that you are still the elders of my sect?"

Yang Jian raised his finger and pointed at Li Xingba's nose, gritted his teeth and cursed: "The Pidizhu that Wang Mo used to hit my spine is yours!"

He also pointed to Gao Youqian, "The Hunyuan Orb that Wang Mo used to fix my Dao body is yours!"

Pointing to Yang Sen again, "And the bundle of my Yuanshen's fusion sword, is it in your hands?"

None of the three dared to look directly at Yang Jian, and Zhao Gongming who was beside him also looked at his four juniors with a sneer.

Good skill, really good skill!

Four spirit treasures, four big Luo Jinxians, but in the end they couldn't even take down one Yang Jian. Are all the immortal techniques they taught were used for juggling!

Just as Zhao Gongming was about to lose his temper, Li Xingba scolded Yang Jian: "We are talking about this matter, quickly return my eldest brother to open the Dzi Bead! I stopped teaching Senior Brother Zhao here, do you dare to deny it?"

"Open Dzi?" Yang Jian said indifferently, "I've never seen any Kai Dzi before."

"you!"

"Fourth! Don't say any more!"

Unexpectedly, Zhao Gongming yelled from the side: "Get out of here, four of you! Don't you think it's not enough to show your shame? Go back to Jin'ao Island to receive the punishment!"

"But Senior Brother, opening the Dzi Bead is no small matter..."

"Get lost! My fist is no small feat!" Zhao Gongming rolled up his sleeves and was about to strike. The three of Li Xingba panicked and retreated.

Wang Mo sighed, bowed to Yang Jian with one hand, turned around and chased after his three righteous brothers.

Zhao Gongming was furious, he really didn't know why his teacher accepted so many registered students, good and bad were mixed, really...it's hard to comment.

"Nephew Yang Jian, that Open Dzi Bead..."

"Opening Tianzhu?" Yang Jian looked at Zhao Gongming sincerely, "What is that? It is named after Kaitian. Could it be the innate treasure of Kaitian?"

"That's right, that's right, it's indeed the treasure of the sky." Zhao Gongming smiled as stiffly as he wanted, and sighed, "Forget it, if my nephew is free, I'll come to Jin'ao Island to sit and sit. I will definitely go to Yuquan Mountain in the future to apologize and make my nephew wronged."

"Master, go slowly."

"Hey, go slowly," Zhao Gongming turned around and left with his hands behind his back, shaking his head and sighing all the way, not knowing what he was feeling.