Chapter 472

"Foreign friars?"

Yang Junshan was interested: "brother Ying, do you know which state and power friars will come?"

Ying tearful Shang shook his head and said, "this is not very clear. Don't hide it from brother Yang. I don't know much about things outside Yuzhou. This time, I'll listen to the elders of zongmen before I leave. It seems that these foreign friars are not good. Brother Yang will be careful at that time."

As for win's tears, Yang Junshan was obviously reminded with goodwill. Yang Junshan naturally appreciated it, arched his hands and said, "thank you for telling me."

Ying Yishang smiled, stretched out his hand and said, "well, let's go to the mountain to meet the master here. We want to shake the friar industry of Tianzong. We know that if we come here for a long time, we will inevitably disrespect the master."

"That's right!"

A scream shook people's eardrums, and a flashing light seemed to pierce the void. It suddenly appeared on the side of Yang Junshan. The fierce breath locked the position of Yang Junshan, and a flying sword had been killed in front of him!

How dare someone sneak attack before shaking Tianzong's mountain!

Yang Junshan felt a chill in his heart. He could feel the cold and murderous spirit in the sword, which was specially directed at him.

At this time, the most appropriate thing should naturally be that Yang Junshan shrinks to an inch to avoid the edge of the other party. It is obvious that the angle chosen by the sneak attacker is extremely tricky. If Yang Junshan dodges, he will expose the winning tears behind him.

Although Yang Junshan believes that the attack and killing of this flying sword can't help the chief disciple of the jade sword sect, Yang Junshan obviously disdains to do such an unnatural thing.

With a trembling sound, the mountain cleaving knife was cut out in an instant, and a toothy sound of gold and iron was sounded in the air. The cold breath was scattered in private, and the invisible breath made ripples in the protective array of Tianzong not far away.

At the moment when the flying sword was split by the mountain cleaver, the whole thing disintegrated and turned into countless sword shadows in the air. Then it detoured from top to bottom, left and right, and then pointed to Yang Junshan together. Suddenly, Yang Junshan felt Besieged from all directions.

"The sword shadow is heavy!"

Behind him came a cry of tears. It was obviously a rare sword skill. Even the eldest disciple of the sword repair sect was still surprised in his tone.

At the moment when Yang Junshan was ready to deal with it, there was a dull sound of "rumbling" in the clear sky. I don't know when a meteorite fell from the sky, and then the meteorite suddenly disintegrated and turned into countless meteors. The fire light spread evenly around, as if an inverted flame cover had been formed in the sky.

A series of dense explosions came, and countless fire meteors crashed into the shadow of the sword, smashing and exploding the heavy shadow of the sword, and the sword magic power of besieging Yang Junshan was dissolved in an instant.

"All the visitors are guests. Have you ever regarded our sect for your reckless behavior in front of our gate of shaking Tianzong mountain?" a loud shout came from yuanci mountain. At the moment of the sound falling, a handsome young friar was already standing outside the protective sect array. Who was not Zhang Yueming, the talented disciple of shaking Tianzong.

However, at this time, Zhang Yueming's eyes did not look at Yang Junshan, but looked at the sky on the back like Yang Junshan.

A cloud fell slowly, and two figures stood on the clouds. One of them looked at Yang Junshan with a sneer. It was obvious that Zhang Yueming's warning was not taken into account.

The two friars have strict bearing. At first glance, they know that they are two real life friars. One of them standing in front has extraordinary bearing. His breath converges and there is no vigorous Qi. This is obviously a phenomenon only when his cultivation reaches the state of gathering vigorous Qi.

The man standing behind him was a man in green robes and with a long body. The flying sword that attacked Yang Junshan earlier was hovering over his head. It was obvious that this man was the one who had just shot.

"It's you!"

Yang Junshan thought a little and suddenly remembered that when he came out of the shaking sky peak that day, he was secretly attacked by a group of foreign friars. The leader had sharp sword skills and was also dressed in green robes. However, at that time, the man was still well-rounded and suffered a great loss under Yang Junshan's hands. At this time, it was obvious that he had advanced to the real world. The sword was obviously revenge on himself.

"It turned out to be an expert of the wind and snow sword sect in Liangzhou!" Yang Junshan was naturally unwilling to show weakness, and his language contained sarcasm.

The man standing in front of the clouds looked at him when he heard the speech. As soon as the fierce momentum was issued, Yang Junshan immediately felt like a great enemy.

"Ladies and gentlemen," Zhang Yueming suddenly stood in front of Yang Junshan and said to two friars of Fengxue sword sect, "you are guests. You can come with me to yuanci mountain to rest. Younger martial brother Yang is an internal disciple of our sect. Don't neglect the guests."

This is obviously in favor of himself. Zhang Yueming's behavior stunned Yang Junshan. Then he smiled and walked forward two steps in the air, falling behind Zhang Yueming's side.

Ying Yishang didn't expect that he had just said that there would be monks from other states. Then there appeared two real people of the wind and snow sword sect. According to the instructions of the sect elders, Ying Yishang murmured in a low voice, but they also came forward. The three stood in a delicate position at one time, but they were horns with each other, forming a posture of common confrontation with the enemy.

At this time, the friar in JUGANG territory standing in front of the clouds smiled and said: "below, magic Ling, this is the despicable younger martial brother Yue mobing. We came from Liangzhou to celebrate the progress of your sect Qingshu immortal Tiangang, as evidenced by a letter from the senior of the sect!"

After that, Fang Wuling had a snow-white envelope in his hand. The envelope was like being held up and slowly flew to Zhang Yueming.

Zhang Yueming looked calm. He reached out and took the envelope, looked at the signature on the envelope, and nodded: "two, please follow me down the mountain gate!"

Then he turned around and nodded to Yang Junshan and Ying Yishang, and said with a slight sign, "please also. Our sect has prepared a place for you to rest. At that time, the disciples of the sect will lead you."

After that, a portal was suddenly opened on the light curtain of the protection sect array. Zhang Yueming led the way, and the two of Fengxue sword sect entered first. Yang Junshan and Ying Yishang looked at each other and followed into it.

Although the protective sect array of yuanci mountain can clearly see the full picture of the whole mountain, the feeling after entering the array is different. The rich spiritual power comes to Yang Junshan's face, which inspires Yang Junshan's spirit. This abundant aura is much stronger than Xishan village. Even now, Xishan spiritual spring almost condenses two spiritual veins, which is far from being compared with yuanci mountain.

When Yang Junshan thought of the stone chamber at the end of the secret road to shake Tianfeng, he secretly sighed that shake Tianzong was really the first in Yuzhou. Even if he lost the fundamental place of the sect, he could immediately operate in the business office of yuanci mountain. Such details are obviously surprising.

The two friars of Fengxue sword sect have been led to the resting place by the disciples of Zhentian sect, and Zhang Yueming turned to look at Zhang Yueming and Ying tearful, and said with a smile: "you two, come with me!"

Seeing that Zhang Yueming personally led them into the mountain gate, Yang Junshan was a little surprised, but the nearby yingteashang nodded, and then followed up. Yang Junshan's eyes twinkled. Obviously, they both knew something, but they knew nothing. It seems that the Tiangang feast that shook Tianzong will not be peaceful this time.

Seeing that Yang Junshan kept up, Ying tearful Shang asked, "I thought the advice of the elders of the sect was only affected by rumors this time, but it seems that the rumors are true."

Zhang Yueming nodded, sighed and said, "evil guests come to the door, what can I do for them!"

Ying tearful Shang asked again, "who's coming from Yuzhou? Which other friars in other states come to the door besides the Fengxue sword sect?"

"At present, there are only three Dongfang Taoist friends of Yuxiao sect, Wei Wuyang of Jingyang sect and Zhuge xuanlou of Zhuge family."

"Only these three?" Ying tearful Shang murmured to himself, but he didn't say anything more.

Soon, the three landed on a stone platform on the west side of yuanci mountain, and there was a pavilion at the end of the stone platform. At this time, five people were resting in the pavilion. Yang Junshan only recognized two people who were talking and laughing with the other three. One was Song Wei and the other was Ning bin.

And at this time, Ning Bin's breath is obscure, and it is obvious that he has successfully advanced to the real world, but the breath is fluctuating. It is obvious that he has just advanced, and has just passed the consolidation period of cultivation for three months or half a year at most.

Seeing that the three came from outside yuanci mountain, Song Wei, Ning bin and the other three welcomed them out. Yang Junshan immediately felt that the eyes of the five people stopped for a moment, and Yang Junshan was also looking at the five people opposite.

"It's yingdao friend of the jade sword sect, and younger martial brother Yang, you're here!"

Song Wei, Ning bin and Zhang Yueming hid them in the pavilion again, and a boy immediately offered new tea.

After the people took their seats, Song Wei looked at the people, and then smiled at Yang Junshan: "you are not strangers to each other except younger martial brother Yang. When you come to yuanci mountain this time, you think you have been promoted by the sect. I will only introduce some to younger martial brother Yang."

Seeing that everyone nodded, Song Wei first introduced Dongfang Zhu, Wei Wuyang and Zhuge xuanlou to Yang Junshan. These three are obviously the best among the younger generations of their respective forces. Everyone has the cultivation of the real world, but they are just like Yang Junshan. They are the first cultivation of the real world.

After the introduction, they exchanged greetings with each other. After hearing about it for a long time, Song Wei said to Yang Junshan, "I think younger martial brother Yang also noticed that this Tiangang feast of our sect is unusual?"

Yang Junshan had doubts in his heart. Hearing the speech, he nodded and said, "yes, when I came next, I met the friar of Liangzhou Fengxue sword sect and fought with one of them because of some old grievances. If elder martial brother Zhang didn't stop it, I'm afraid I would have a big fight in front of the mountain gate, but I have doubts in my heart."

Song Wei sighed slightly and said, "not only in Liangzhou, but also in Xizhou, Sangzhou and Binzhou around Yuzhou, zongmen disciples came, but also in a real world. This Tiangang feast, monks from other states are not good!"