The Legend of Honghuang Erlang

　　 The big wedding is coming soon. Yang Jian’s two biggest concerns are that Nezha is making trouble in the East China Sea, and the other is the confrontation between Jiejiao and Xingjiao.

If the former happens, it is likely that the incident of Xiao Nezha's killing of the third prince of the East China Sea Dragon Palace was staged ahead of time. In front of so many guests, the Dragon Clan will certainly not let Nezha easily.

But after thinking about it, Nezha sent Ao Bing to the list of gods, it is very likely that Taiyi and his brother-in-law Ao Guang had discussed it before, and it shouldn't happen at this time.

As for the latter, Yang Jian really didn't want to see it.

The three Qings have the same root, and the three religions belong to one family; the war of consecrating the gods is on the rise, and the Taoist Pepsi declines.

Thinking like this, Yang Jian had already rushed to the surface of the sea and looked up. There were two figures in the sky clashing in chaos, and on the clouds not far away, hundreds of breaths rose into the sky, the last of which was Da Luo. The cultivation base, the aura of the heads of people is even more terrifying.

Among those people, Yang Jian only knew one Zhao Gongming.

Cut to teach immortals!

Moreover, there are only these masters of cutting-edge teaching, but not one master of interpretation.

When it started fighting, which two figures were referring to? Yang Jian couldn't help but heaved a sigh of relief, and slowly ascended into the air, bowing his hands to Zhao Gongming and others in the distance, and bowing to the younger generation.

Although the relationship between Jiejiao and Chanjiao has become increasingly tense and antagonistic, the immortals of Jiejiao come here today to celebrate Yang Jian's wedding. That is the face that the uncles and uncles gave to the nephew.

The more respectful Yang Jian is, the more he can highlight his eloquence of teaching. If he is negligent, he will be teased by the monks of the Three Realms.

Zhao Gongming, the future God of Wealth, chuckled, bowed his hands to Yang Jian, and did not speak.

Yang Jian looked at the two fighting two intently, frowned slightly, staring at one of them carefully.

Demon girl?

This woman’s complexion is a little heavier, not as fair as the predecessor fairy, but it doesn’t affect her beauty in the least; she has a long light green shawl with a long sword in her hand, and her slim figure is graceful, but in that Under the slender waist, it was not two feet, but a snake's tail.

There is also a man in the distance behind the woman, who is also a snake-tailed person, with a cold face, looking on the side with cold eyes, as if he didn't see the celestial beings.

Before Yang Jian spoke, Zhao Gongming’s voice reached his ears...

"Oh, why did the bridegroom officer run out?"

Yang Jian smiled bitterly, he was not worried that the Dao Sect would fight sideways.

Zhao Gongming’s voice echoed in his ears, “Go back first. It’s okay here. It’s just that two congenital survivors who don’t know the heights of the earth, think that if there is a saint from their clan, they can go wild in the predicament and really owe a fight.

Sure enough, it was the Nuwa clan.

This is the first time that Yang Jian has heard of the title of "congenital deceased family", and after hearing Zhao Gongming's words, he also had a retreat.

He looked at the brawny man who was fighting with the bereaved woman again, and saw that this man was taller than ten feet tall, with blue-faced fangs, and both internal and external repairs. The Yuanshen imperial sent a **** flying knife with wind in his fists and feet and beat the woman No distinction.

This immortal was named Yu Hua, and he was a disciple of three generations of Jijiao, under the tutelage of Our Lady of the Golden Spirit, named Penglai Island Yiqixian.

Yu Hua was called here by Master, but in fact he wanted to find a chance to compete with Yang Jian.

Before Yang Jian fought against the Four Saints of Kowloon Island, the result was that the Four Saints of Kowloon Island came back with a feather, and the face was ruined.

Of the same three generations of Taoism, Yu Hua and other disciples were naturally dissatisfied, and all suffocated in their hearts.

But they refused to accept Yang Jian and refused to accept Yang Jian. Yu Hua and Yang Jian were both disciples of Taoism. Seeing someone coming to the East China Sea to make trouble, they couldn't help but stop them.

These two ancient survivors came to the Dragon Palace to scream and wounded the thousands of shrimp soldiers and crabs who were blowing, playing and singing outside the East China Sea. They were so arrogant that they completely ignored the Dragon.

If this woman is really the same race of the Nvwa Sage, what's more, she may also be the nephew of the Nvwa Sage, and there is a saint behind her back. Such arrogance is not unintelligible.

But no matter what the identity of this person is, it is only two cultivators from Da Luojing who are fighting, it is really wrong that he, the groom official, rushed out first.

I also blame the immortal turtle who went to report, gasping for breath...

"Uncle," a few dragons arrived, Ao Jia said forward: "I am here, uncle, go back first."

"Alright," Yang Jian nodded, then said to the Jiejiao immortals, shouting: "Masters and uncles, please take a seat in the Crystal Palace!"

It was not embarrassing to invite these Jiejiao immortals into the Dragon Palace.

Zhao Gongming smiled and said: "Senior nephew, let's go first, there are still a few younger brothers and sisters who are not here, let's wait."

"Hahaha," yelled a chubby middle-aged Taoist priest, "Mr. Nephew Yang Jian, you have to prepare enough good wine and good food, and we have a big appetite!"

Although Yang Jian didn't know who this person was, he carefully discovered that he was still halfway in front of Zhao Gongming, and he expected to be the famous Taoist Taoist.

"Uncle Uncle is joking," Yang Jian said, "I'll go to my elder brother, let him prepare the best wine, and wait for the teachers to drink!"

Most of the Jiejiao immortals smiled and had a very good impression of Yang Jian; especially those Jiejiao immortals who had seen Yang Jian fought in the Heavenly Court were very close to Yang Jian.

Good popularity is also a rare skill in the prehistoric times.

Yang Jian was about to return to the Dragon Palace, but saw a streamer flying straight to the side, murderously awe-inspiring.

Zhao Gongming was about to take action to teach the attacker, but the chubby Taoist in front of him held his arm; the fat Taoist gently shook his head, smiling at the corner of his mouth, watching the situation below.

Yang Jian's smile narrowed, his face was cold, he didn't take a weapon or move his figure, just raised his hand to grab, grabbed a sharp arrow in his hand, and threw it at his feet.

Following the angle of the sharp arrow shot, it was the man with a celebrity tail standing far away, holding a long bow, and sneered at Yang Jian.

The male snake spirit spoke, as if the corners of his mouth were uncomfortable, his speech was abrupt, and his tone of voice was a bit strange.

"You are Yang Jian?"

"Humph," Yang Jian snorted coldly, and he was about to enter the sea.

Today he got married, which already gave the other party and Nuwa saint enough face; if it were changed to normal, the three-pointed two-bladed spear would have been out of its sheath.

The woman who was fighting Yu Hua withdrew and retreated, standing with the snake-tailed man holding a long bow, looking at Yang Jian with all four eyes.

Standing in the air, Yu Hua didn't pant for a long time and didn't change his face. He bowed his hand to Yang Jian, turned and flew back to the camp of Jiejiao Xian, standing at the back, unable to see where he was at a glance.

Ao Jia, the prince of Longgong, stood up, full of billowing dragon power, pointed at the two survivors in the distance, and cursed:

"They are both ancient and prosperous tribes, why don't you know the etiquette today!"

This prince is also a violent temper; and the Dragon clan seems to be quite familiar with the snake-tailed bereaved clan, Ao Jia directly shouted: "Come here, drive them away from the East China Sea."

"No!" Several dragon elders rushed out of the sea, followed by a group of shrimp soldiers and crabs.

"Fight against us, Yang Jian!" The woman said, although her voice was very good, her tone was also strange.

Yang Jian ignored it and continued to fall towards the sea.

The two snake-tailed survivors were furious, grabbing their long bows and slamming the strings, several streams of light shot at Yang Jian, and the woman had already rushed towards Yang Jian.

The Longgong Grand Prince frowned, a long sword was in his hand, and a curtain of water was sprinkled, stopping all these streams of light.

Yang Jian's falling figure stopped, turned his head and glanced at the two snake-tailed humans in the distance, turned around, and flew towards the two.

"Uncle..." Ao Jia also wanted to persuade Yang Jian, after all, it is not suitable for a grand marriage.

But Ao Jia glanced at the sky full of Religious Immortals again, knowing that Yang Jian could not just leave like this at this time, but it was also helpless.

Yang Jian said slowly: "Let you take an arrow because of Nuwa Empress's great virtue, you two are close to the sacred body of Nüwa Empress, so you dare not offend."

Yang Jian deliberately called out Nuwa's name, and Nuwa would feel it, and she might be watching this place.

"But you provoked several times and regarded my door as majestic as nothing. I really didn't dare to kill you?" The cold light flashed in Yang Jian's eyes, and the deceased man who held the bow opened the bowstring again and wanted to shoot an arrow.

Yang Jian's figure suddenly accelerated, slowly and quickly, only in the blink of an eye!

The deceased woman wanted to stop her with the sword, but the sword light slashed across and seemed to hit Yang Jian's chest, but the sword blade did not feel any force at all, and the sword light contained in it shot far away...

Afterimage?

"You!" A low growl came from behind the bereaved woman, but the low growl stopped abruptly.

The surviving woman turned to look, but saw Yang Jian in a hi-robed robe standing ten feet away ~www.readwn.com~ with one hand strangling her companion's throat and lifting the male snake high.

"Dare you!" The bereaved woman yelled and raised her sword forward.

Yang Jian just turned slightly, and a white shadow suddenly appeared in his arms. The white shadow rose up against the wind, and instantly turned into a beast of height, like a white elephant, opening his big mouth and roaring at the bereaved woman!

The surviving woman hurriedly stopped and stood just in front of the huge mouth of this ‘beast’, her clothes soaked with surging saliva.

The surviving woman looked up and saw the huge dog's mouth, like the jagged canine teeth of daggers and long swords, exuding a cold light, making her heart throb, her hands and feet cold, she stayed where she was.

The snarling dog that just woke up!

Yang Jian squeezed his hand, and the bereaved man rolled his eyes, and was knocked out by the invisible Xuan Gang.

"I don't care where you come from," Yang Jian said, "It doesn't matter whether you are instigated by others, or if you come to find me for the sake of the demon clan. I think you are the same clan of the Nüwa saints. Over caress. If you offend me again, I will not forgive you."

With a cold snort, the roaring sky dog's figure suddenly became smaller, touching Yang Jian's legs and feet affectionately.

Yang Jian threw the survivor man to the sea, ignored the survivor woman with long hair and wet clothes, and walked home.

In front of the Immortal Jiejiao, he would do nothing if he didn't make a move. Once he made a move, he would go all out, just like a goshawk fighting a rabbit, so straightforward and easy to win.

Of course, the snarling dog that just woke up was also indispensable.