Immortal Martial Arts: Collect and strengthen, I will become a land immortal

"The saint said, I will have my master in the threesome, choose the good and follow it, and change the bad one!"

Yang Canglang said in a loud voice: "So after I broke through, I immediately thought of coming to ask Grandmaster Sun for advice, don't talk nonsense, come on!"

Sun Jian's eyes sank, looking at Yang Cang's current state, this battle could not be avoided, and he could only drink lightly: "Good!" When

the words fell, his left hand suddenly waved, forming a glorified tiger claw phantom, breaking through the air, and shining brightly in the sky.

"Not bad, stronger than Yue Zhuoer's yin-yang people!"

Yang Cang's expression was solemn, 'sonorous' pulled out the sword, the Taiyin Killing Divine Knife was displayed, and a round of huge swords was slashed!

The five-foot knife was reflected, like a bright moon, straight towards Sun Jian, and the divine radiance steamed and exploded suddenly.

Zheng -

The tiger's claw landed on the ancient ingot knife, making a violent collision sound, and more real qi exploded, like a fire tree silver flower, brilliant and dazzling.

However, it was too yin and sharp, Sun Jian fought with his hand, and in the end he was weakened, and his whole body took three steps back.

However, he immediately rushed up again, thunder followed, purple electricity, and his cold eyes were full of naked battle intent.

Yang Cang also wielded the sword, and the advantage of the true martial arts hegemony made him extremely skilled in the sword technique, as if he was a killing god rising from a hundred battles.

Around the two of them, a bloody aura pervaded, but the two of them fought a thousand troops.

The disciples and apprentices of the Sun Family Martial Arts Hall were all watching from the sidelines, but no one dared to step forward, and the pavilion owners who were like gods in the past were suppressed to death.

They rushed up at this time, then isn't it cannon fodder?

Sure enough, after thirty or forty rounds of fierce fighting between the two sides, Sun Jian was shocked back by a knife, and the ancient ingot knife hit one of his shoulders.

Sun Jian did not care about the wound, but stared at Yang Cang stunnedly, with a dangerous light flashing in his eyes: "Young Grandmaster, Ground Step Sword Technique... Who the hell are you? "

A thirty-year-old young grandmaster is already a genius, while a young grandmaster who is less than twenty years old can be called a demon.

As for the Ground Rank Sword Technique, it is cherished by the first-class forces, and those top forces on the sect leader list can't get a few copies.

Now they all appear in a small jailer, how Sun Jian believes that there must be something shady hidden behind this.

However, Yang Cang just said lightly: "It doesn't matter who I am, don't talk nonsense now, hit it, what is there to say!" "

His body of true qi is all over his body, like golden armor, and behind him there is a round of Taiyin stars shining in the sea, and the power of Taiyin is all over his body.

The power of the Taiyin Star!

This is the true meaning of the Taiyin Killing Divine Knife, but Yang Cang's previous cultivation was not enough, and the small horse-drawn cart could only be used as an ordinary knife technique.

Now that he has broken through the grandmaster, he can finally command it.

The Taiyin Star behind him suddenly trembled, and the ultimate Yin Qi spread all over the blade body, and the knife momentum was like a bright moon in the sea, overwhelming the sky.

"Red Tiger Thunder Dragon, kill me!"

Sun Jian was also not to be outdone, and the true qi around his body condensed into the shape of a dragon and tiger, and his fist was full of qi, smashing towards Yang Cang's knife.

The golden fist met heavily, shattering the divine radiance of the bright moon in the sea, and went straight to the blade body, as if to shake the divine weapon with the flesh.

But the Taiyin Star bloomed again, the power of the Fluorescent Star fell, and the momentum of the ancient ingot knife soared, tearing his fist and cutting into his flesh and bones.

Blood splattered, blood stained the sky.

"Ah..."

Sun screamed and stepped back one after another, falling in a pool of blood, his face became very complicated, shocked, sad, shocked, shocked, terrified... Both.

"Do you want to continue?"

Yang Cang gripped the Ancient Ingot Knife, the tip of the knife was sharp, pointing directly at his throat, as if he was going to come out in the next moment and reap his life.

The surrounding Sun Family Martial Arts Hall disciples and apprentices were all silent, trembling, and forcibly feared to step forward and beg for mercy, asking Yang Cang to spare Sun Jian's life.

"Is this genius?"

Sun Jian's eyes were dim, his gaze was disillusioned, and after such a crisp and decisive defeat, the frustration in his heart was born.

What he had always wanted was to be able to reach the peak of martial arts and recreate the Sun family, but as a result, he was busy for decades, and it was just that.

Even a teenager can't compare, what else to talk about rebuilding the Sun family? At this moment, Sun Jian seemed to be dozens of years old all of a sudden!

"There are talented people in Jiangshan generation, a generation of new people for old people, it's just that, Yang Cang, after all, the old man lost!"

"In the future, the Baijiao Gang will be yours!"

Yang Cang withdrew the long knife and shook his head.

"Grandmaster Sun, as I said just now, I only came here for two things, one is to ask for advice, and the other is to ask you to help me."

"How should the Baijiao Gang divide the benefits or how to divide the benefits, I Yang Cang is trustworthy in his words, and Grandmaster Sun has another reward."

Sun Jian struggled to get up from the pool of blood, and at this time he was a little more interested and asked, "Who is the enemy you are talking about?"

Yang Cang said lightly: "Blood Dang Mountain, Valley of the Wicked!"

Sun Jian's pupils shrank: "What? You have offended the Valley of the Wicked, you can't find death, that is the top second-rate force in the rivers and lakes!

"How did you offend them?"

Yang Cang's expression remained unchanged, and he said calmly: "I killed four of the ten evil people, including Yue Zhuoer and Jue Zhi two grandmasters!"

"So the Valley of the Wicked may have been the top second-rate force before, but now it's like this, let's make a move, absolutely no problem!"

Sun Jian's expression changed again, and he looked at Yang Cang with sincere trepidation, where did this ruthless man come out, and the ten evil people cut four?

Sun Jian also knows the situation in the Valley of the Wicked, there are four grandmasters in total, without two, he is not afraid of the rest!

"What about the benefits?"

Sun Jian asked very bluntly.

Yang Cang took out the 'Valley of the Wicked Files' from his pocket, which recorded in detail the situation of the Valley of the Wicked, including territory, business, people and horses, and so on.

"You want to recreate the Sun family, such a small martial arts hall is still too stumbling, Blood Dang Mountain is a good dojo, if you win it, it will belong to you!"

"And the centaurs of the Valley of the Wicked, except for those who must die, the rest of you can subdue as much as you can count as much as you can!"

"I only want these businesses and gold and silver jewelry under the mountain, and the other six evil people, which must be destroyed!"

Sun Jian pondered and found that if this wave wins, he can really earn a lot, at least it will not be smaller than his Sun Family Martial Arts Hall.

So he didn't think for long, so he agreed to strike with Yang Cang, and even brought many good hands from the Sun Family Martial Arts Hall.

And Yang Cang was also happy in his heart when he got help, in addition, he also got a book called 'Five Thunder Transformation Polar Hand'.

Sun Jian came here.

However, Yang Cang did not use the men and horses of the Baijiao Gang, but early the next morning, he came to the black prison control public house with a file.

"Yang Cang, please see Lu Commandery!"

"Come in!"

Yang Cang walked into the public room, there was only a very simple desk, three chairs, and a thin middle-aged man was sitting behind the table, writing something with a pen.

This person looks inconspicuous, like an ordinary scribe in Zhen Wusi, and his identity is extremely not simple in terms of strength, but he is the commander of the black prison.

The original leader of the five major leaders of the black prison, Lu Commander, was only promoted to the leader of the black prison a few days ago, and Yang Cang also had a lot of dealings with him.

"Xiaguan Yang Cang, see Lu System!"

Lu Tongji stopped writing, looked up at Yang Cang, and said with a smile: "It turns out to be Lord Yang, the 'King of Zhen Prison', sit quickly, sit quickly!" "