Martial Inverse

Yang Jian suddenly felt that God had played a big joke on him.

In the myth, Yang Jian has a roaring dog, he is also named Yang Jian, and there is a big black dog beside him...

The key point is that this big black dog became stronger, and it also became a mess violently.

In the mythology, Yang Jian has three eyes. Although he doesn't have a third eye, after the confused person in front of him got a place in the ruins, he discovered a magical power in a random corner.

The name is the same as the legendary Yang Jian... the eyes of the sky are clear.

"To or not to?"

Yang Jian suddenly became frightened, feeling as if God destined him to be that Yang Jian.

"Forget it, let's do it, it's destined, there's no way, excellent people will be the focus wherever they go..."

Yang Jian felt good about himself, and then put away the celestial eye contact.

Tianjiao of other sects, fighting to the death to enter a certain cave, looking for opportunities, he is lucky, because the current strength is too weak, he hides in the corner, and then the opportunities come to him on his own initiative.

If those sect's arrogances knew about this, wouldn't they be furious?

Yang Jian put away his celestial eyesight, worried that his tracks would be exposed, and then squatted down to find a place to sneak in.

Then……

He seemed to have touched some mechanism, and he suddenly fell down.

Just when Yang Jian was wondering, suddenly a sense of sharpness struck him, causing all the hairs on his body to stand on end.

Turning his head to look at the source of the sharpness, he almost fainted from the shock.

The place where he fell seemed to be a weapon mound. A knife that looked like a gun was stuck in the crevice of a small stone, but there were no other weapons.

"God, are you kidding me? Three-pointed double-edged sword... Isn't this the weapon of Erlang God Yang Jian?"

Yang Jian felt like he was about to cry.

A few seconds ago, I accidentally picked up a Celestial Eye, and the next second, it was transferred to the weapon tomb, with only a knife stuck in it.

It is still Yang Jian's three-pointed two-edged sword.

woof!

Yang Jian heard the barking of the big black dog from above his head, so he looked up, and saw this guy jumping in after him.

Then da! clatter! clatter! There was the sound of dense footsteps.

Yang Jian's heart tensed at that time, and he was about to go to the stone and draw out the three-pointed double-edged knife first.

But before he could take a step, the big black dog jumped down, and then there were shouts from other sect disciples.

"Boy, dare you!"

Then five disciples wearing the same sect costumes were transferred down, one of them was holding a long spear, who looked like Changshan Zhao Zilong.

This made Yang Jian very upset, after all his idol when he was young was Zhao Zilong.

This guy doesn't look good, doesn't it ruin the image of Zhao Zilong, the god of war in his heart.

The big black dog guarded Yang Jian, and his red eyes stared coldly at the five fourth-rank Wuzong masters.

"What do you want to do? I discovered this place first."

Yang Jian looked at the five people whose cultivation base was much higher than him, and suddenly felt that God would show him another joke.

Not to mention that he died in the end, Tianyantong, the big black dog and the three-pointed double-edged knife were all taken away by others.

And then replace him as the Shanzhai version of Erlang God, which is very embarrassing.

"Oh."

"What does it matter?"

"Now, this place is ours, haha."

"I guessed it right before. You brought a big black dog here. You must use the big black dog to find things. This is not really a guess..."

The five fourth-rank Wuzong masters all looked at the three-pointed double-edged knife in the cellar with surprise on their faces, as if seeing a stunning beauty.

But they suddenly felt that Yang Jian was an eyesore, so the five of them turned around and faced Yang Jian, with sneering smiles on the corners of their mouths.

"Do you have any treasures on you? If you have any, I will exchange them for your life."

The young man headed by the five sneered.

And the young man with a long gun next to the young man pretended to shake out the gun, pointing the tip of the gun at Yang Jian's neck.

Feeling the chill coming from his neck, Yang Jian has every reason to believe that these people can kill people for the sake of the baby.

But Yang Jian was not reconciled, and didn't want to ruin Feng Hao's great future in the hands of these scumbags.

As a result, the brain began to function crazily, thinking about the escape route.

But after thinking about it, it seems... there is only one escape route, and that is to leave from the place where he fell.

The key is that with his cultivation base, if he wants to run away in front of five fourth-rank Wuzong masters, the chances are almost zero.

This is dead end.

Panic!

Just for a moment, Yang Jian felt that his back was drenched in cold sweat, which was fatal.

"They're all neighbors, so there's no need to be so ruthless, right? Why don't you take this weapon away, and I'll pretend I didn't see anything?"

Yang Jian said tentatively.

woof woof!

The big black dog growled at the five people, bared its teeth, and looked particularly ferocious.

But it's just a paper tiger.

Because it is not the opponent of the five fourth-rank Wuzong.

The five people looked at each other, laughed, and said, "If you kneel down and pretend to be a dog, and beg for mercy, we will be happy, and maybe we will let you go."

"Yeah yeah!"

"This man really looks like a dog..."

The five fourth-rank masters laughed and rolled forward and backward, not to mention how proud they were.

But what they said completely aroused the hatred in Yang Jian's heart. He hated people saying that he was like a dog the most in his life.

Kneel down and act like a dog?

I would rather die than never.

"Are you insisting on doing so absolutely?" Yang Jian lowered his head and said.

He could feel that life might be coming to an end soon, but before that, he wanted to be tough one last time.

Kill one to save capital, and kill a pair to make a steady profit.

Therefore, Yang Jian took out the ancient scroll with fluorescent eyes from his bosom, put it in his hand, and said, "This is the chance for me to get a supernatural power just now, who among you wants it?"

Yang Jian looked at the five people.

"I……"

"I, give it to me!"

"Boy, give it to me, do you hear me, give it to me, I'll spare your life..."

The eyes of the five fourth-rank Wuzongs all lit up, and they all wanted to get the glowing ancient scroll in Yang Jian's hand.

They didn't expect this guy with the worst cultivation to have such terrible luck.

"You want them all, but I only have one..."

Yang Jian showed a troubled expression, and then said: "Then I will put this supernatural power in front of this weapon, and you can get it yourself. If you grab the weapon or supernatural power, it depends on your fate, how about it?"

Holding the ancient scroll in his right hand, Yang Jian walked slowly towards the three-pointed two-edged knife.

Sure enough, none of the five people moved at the moment, but they also acquiesced to Yang Jian's actions, and one of them was only a scum of the sixth or seventh rank.

They didn't know how many people could be killed with one slap.

Now, they only care about the ancient scroll and the weapon, but the five of them... it seems a little difficult to distinguish.

So...a civil war was inevitable.