Chapter 855

Looking at Yang Junshan's faint smile, Zhang Yueming, who was slightly flustered because of his appearance, calmed down and said in a deep voice: "how did you find me?"

Yang Junshan smiled and said, "brother Zhang, when you first sneaked around the Jiazi tree, you were already discovered by me and immortal Yan. Just when we retreated, I found brother Zhang still staying here. Therefore, I gave up elder Yan to see what brother Zhang was going to do."

Then Yang Junshan looked at the mud glittering with stars in Zhang Yueming's palm and said, "but I didn't think brother Zhang really had the ability to find the natural material and earth treasure here. According to brother Zhang, this thing is called 'sky mending mud'? The name of this thing is very big. It sounds very important!"

Zhang Yueming looked at Yang Junshan with an uncertain look. If he had some confidence in his heart, he might have fought with Yang Junshan, but he knew that he was not his opponent at this time, and once there was a conflict with this person, he was afraid that he would immediately attract the peep of others.

"What do you want to do?" Zhang Yueming's breath fluctuates. This is not that he can't control his cultivation, but that he is ready to go.

Yang Junshan didn't pay any attention to Zhang Yueming's vigilance, but he still said with a smile: "it seems that brother Zhang is really nervous about this thing, but you and I belong to Yuzhou friars in the end. It's not good to kill each other in this ancient Jedi, but should you divide the thing in your hand, brother Zhang?"

After listening to the first half of Yang Junshan's words, Zhang Yueming was just a little relieved, but the second half immediately made him jump up like a cat stepping on its tail: "you can't imagine that this thing was collected by Zhang. Why should I give it to you? If you have the ability to collect it yourself?"

Yang Junshan glanced at Zhang Yueming's closed palm and said, "brother Zhang, you just collected the sky mending mud and want to use it. Yang doesn't know this art. If you don't break up the sky mending mud, you can pass on the secret art to me!"

The Diyuan card rose from behind. Zhang Yueming said in a cruel voice, "Yang Junshan, do you really want to force me to do it?"

Yang Junshan's eyes twinkled with dangerous light and said with a smile, "brother Zhang, are you sure you are my opponent?"

Zhang Yueming's look passed a few rays of hesitation and struggle. Then he looked ruthless. A dangerous momentum suddenly broke out at the foot of the mountain and said, "you can try!"

Yang Junshan's eyes narrowed slightly, but in fact, the dangerous light jumped rapidly in his eyes, but at this time, Yang Junshan suddenly smiled and said, "brother Zhang, why do you have to do this? Since the secret art is handed down by your sect, how can Yang covet it? But I think brother Zhang should be in the lower half!"

Zhang Yueming sneered, "this is your own death!"

Yang Junshan was still unmoved and said, "brother Zhang, have you ever thought about whether you can go back to Yuzhou to shake Tianzong even if you can get out of this ancient Jedi?"

As soon as Zhang Yueming's look changed, the breath that Yang Junshan felt afraid of, which was ready to go, suddenly disappeared, but Yang Junshan still talked and laughed, as if Zhang Yueming didn't dare to do it at all.

The palm moved, and one third of the originally starry mud in the palm was squeezed out. Zhang Yueming threw it hard to the ground and said, "that's all. If you want more, you and I have only one war!"

After saying that, he ignored Yang Junshan, turned around and set up his escape light and left here, and Yang Junshan really didn't stop it.

Yang Junshan stretched out his hand, and the mud mass like a star flew into his palm from the ground, which was carefully studied by him.

At this time, the spirit pangolin of the remnant mace was jumping up and down on the giant peak in the Dantian "Why, why don't you rob him of his things? What a good opportunity, what a good opportunity, that person is not your opponent at all. How can I hurt you with my things on him? Rob his things and kill that person. Who knows that you did it out of this ancient Jedi? And if my body gets redundant fragments, its power will be greatly improved ！”

Yang Junshan's spiritual knowledge hummed coldly: "there are only real monks in the ancient Jedi. It's just that everyone has several precious weapons to defend themselves. But if the Taoist ancestors don't necessarily do it, what do you think will happen to the ancient Jedi? What will happen after they leave the ancient Jedi?"

As a matter of fact, the pangolin that Yang Junshan and Zhang Yueming just talked about was all heard. The reason why it was running wild was that it really didn't want to miss the opportunity to collect body fragments, so it was still unwilling to say: "If there are a few more fragments, my power will increase a lot. What's the risk? Even if it's just a fragment, don't forget that it was a fragment at the beginning, which will help you block the killing move of immortal Taigang of Zifeng sect."

Originally, Yang Junshan thought that after stealing Zhang Yueming's residual mace outside the secret territory of shaking Tianfeng, the shaking Tianzong would no longer have Taoist weapons in his hand. However, he never thought that there was still a fragment of Taoist weapons on Zhang Yueming's body, but the ruler thing in Zhang Yueming's hand was very strong in the sense of pangolin. He just said that it was not the essence of the residual mace at all, but just the essence Just one or two pieces of rubble.

Yang Junshan didn't bother to explain again, but asked the sky mending mud in his hand: "tell me, it's not because of the Jiazi tree that you can find here. It should be this thing that resonated with you at that time. That Yueming also came for this thing and wanted to use it on his residual mace. What's the use of this thing?"

The pangolin rolled on the top of the peak and said in confusion, "I don't know, but I just feel that this thing is very beneficial to the noumenon. Why don't you recruit the noumenon now?"

Yang Junshan can feel the terrible power contained in this small mud mass. However, this power is extremely introverted and cannot be triggered easily. However, it seems to be ineffective for jiuren Zhenyuan, but he doesn't dare to easily try to trigger that power to avoid self defeating.

Yang Junshan naturally turned a deaf ear to the proposal of pangolin. The residual mace must be taken out for a try, but it is definitely not now.

However, to Yang Junshan's surprise, he inquired carefully on the inheritance jade board obtained from Sheng immortal, but there was no record of sky mending mud on it. There were many sandwiches between vital fruit and Jiazi tree, but he didn't mention what sky mending mud contained in the mud under Jiazi tree!

Is it Zifeng sect that doesn't know that there is sky mending mud under Jiazi tree, or they don't know that there is such a treasure of heaven and earth as sky mending mud at all?

Yang Junshan pondered for a moment. Jiuren Zhenyuan in the palm of his hand had been wandering around the small group of sky mending mud. Although he dared not directly communicate the power contained in the sky mending mud, he seemed to have made a new discovery.

"Eh?"

Yang Junshan looked motionless. Nine Ren Zhenyuan directly revolved around the sky mending mud in his palm. The soil fog that had dispersed but still floated in the air began to converge towards his palm again. However, the soil dust was too subtle and the convergence speed was very slow, so his eyes could not be seen, but his spiritual consciousness could clearly capture it.

Yang Junshan's heart moved. The rotation speed of jiuren Zhenyuan in his palm suddenly doubled, and those floating earth dust immediately accelerated the convergence speed. Even when his spiritual consciousness was spreading, he vaguely found that there seemed to be subtle things in the earth on the ground, and began to converge towards his palm.

There is a door in Yang Junshan's heart. The rotation speed of Zhenyuan has doubled again. The dust raised in the soil has re formed the fog, forming an obvious track in the process of converging towards the palm.

When he increased the rotation speed of the palm Zhenyuan to four times the original, the range of soil dust attracted in the soil doubled, and the speed and density of the soil fog gathered in the palm far exceeded what Zhang Yueming had done before.

At this time, Yang Junshan found that he could control the rotation speed of jiuren Zhenyuan, which had never reached the limit, so he doubled it again, reaching five times that at the beginning. However, this time, the scope of absorption was no longer increased, but the sky mending mud dust contained in one foot of soil was absorbed. At this time, he collected sky mending mud much faster than Zhang Yueming.

Is the secret technique Yueming used to collect sky mending mud so simple?

If it's really just so simple, why hasn't someone found sky mending mud here before?

Is it just jiuren Zhenyuan?

However, at this time, the surrounding soil dust suddenly began to fade, and the collection speed of sky mending mud began to decrease. Yang Junshan was slightly stunned, and then reacted. He stamped his foot, the soil on the ground began to surge, and the fresh soil appeared. The sky mending mud dust contained in it was absorbed again, and the collection speed of sky mending mud in the palm of his hand returned to the original speed again.

At this time, Yang Junshan's control of Zhenyuan in his body has become a little difficult, but it is not impossible to go further. Yang Junshan took a deep breath and tried to speed up the operation of Zhenyuan in the palm again. This time, he will suffer a lot. When he finally increased the rotation speed to six times, whether it is the collection speed Neither range nor depth has increased.

When Yang Junshan was a little disappointed, he was stunned to find that not only the sky mending mud dust around him was still being absorbed, but also the sky mending mud in the palm of his hand was also excluding something. The sky mending mud whose volume had exceeded the amount just collected by Zhang Yueming began to shrink gradually, but the layer of starlight emerging inside became thicker and brighter.

Is this... Purification?

At this time, the rotation of jiuren Zhenyuan in the palm of Yang Junshan's body has reached the extreme. The soil on the ground is constantly surging and renewed until no soil dust is absorbed in the fresh mud. After Yang Junshan expands the search scope, he still finds nothing, Even after purification, the volume of sky mending mud in Yang Junshan's hands gradually exceeded the impure sky mending mud collected by Zhang Yueming.