Chapter 320 What are your intentions as a woman?

Fairy Yanxiao surrendered, and Yang Tianyou stopped the sword that was about to strike again, jumped back more than ten feet, waved gently, and the starlight flew from a short distance, landed in his palm and disappeared.

"Concession!" he said with a smile.

Looking at the spring-like young man in front of her, Fairy Yanxiao curled her lips. If the death threat hadn't been lingering in her heart just now, she would have believed that this guy was a harmless and good person.

"Fellow Taoist Taibai is really a good trick!" Fairy Yanxiao bit her silver teeth.

"Not bad!" Yang Tianyou replied casually, standing with his sword in his hand, but his eyes were fixed on the two men fighting not far away.

Fairy Yanxiao has a rather cheerful temperament. Even if she lost, she did not feel resentful because of it. Instead, she had a good impression of Yang Tianyou, who was decisive in fighting, regardless of gender.

Compared with those hypocrites who call themselves fairies in a friendly manner and are merciful in their actions, in reality they have dirty thoughts hidden deep in their hearts.

Yang Tianyou's performance truly puts women on an equal footing.

Fighting is fighting, not mixed with other emotions.

"What do you think of the two of them, which one do you think can win?" Fairy Yanxiao came to Yang Tianyou, took out two light red fruits, threw one to him, and kept one for herself.

She wiped it with her hands and took a big bite, as if the person who used the charm method before was not her, but another person.

After taking the fruit, Yang Tianyou bit it in front of Fairy Yanxiao without checking it.

The flesh is plump, the juice is sweet, and it is very delicious.

This kind of performance made Fairy Yanxiao's eyes light up, and it felt good to be trusted.

However, what she didn't know was that with the astrological disk around, Yang Tianyou could now act more boldly. His resistance to all kinds of plots had skyrocketed, and he was not afraid of any tricks Fairy Yanxiao could use.

"Zhang Daoyuan should be slightly better!" Yang Tianyou said vaguely after taking a bite of the fruit.

"Why? I think Song Shaojie is stronger. This guy was almost elected as the Seven Heroes of Luochuan of the previous generation!" Fairy Yanxiao glanced at him with sparkles in her beautiful eyes.

"It's nothing, just intuition!" Yang Tianyou smiled and said nothing more.

"cut……"

Fairy Yanxiao rolled her eyes and said nothing more, concentrating on watching the fight between the two.

I saw Zhang Daoyuan and Song Shaojie each using different methods.

Zhang Daoyuan held a black ghost control flag in his left hand, and gusts of sinister wind roared out.

The right hand holds a small yellow bell, which is a magical tool used by the Infernal Corpse Sect to control the refining of corpses.

Wow! Jingle Bell!

The black flag is waving and the bell is ringing.

Thirty feet away from Zhang Daoyuan, a five-foot-tall ghost general wearing black armor and a green face with fangs was holding a mourning stick, turning into afterimages and hitting Song Shaojie very violently.

Next to the ghost general, there was a black corpse with a metallic luster on his skin. His face was dull, and his sharp iron claws were like two steel forks, tearing the air and piercing Song Shaojie fiercely.

These two guys both possess fake elixir level combat power, and they attack at the same time with great momentum.

However, Song Shaojie is not a vegetarian. His natal magic weapon is called Dragon Beard Rope, which is a second-level top-quality magic weapon with dual attributes of metal and wood.

As Song Shaojie pinched the seal, the dragon's beard rope snaked upwards, and a line of weapon patterns emerged. It was gently wrapped around him, like a dragon blocking a river, tightly binding Zhang Daoyuan's corpse.

Then, he took out another magic weapon, which was a golden flying sword. The edge of the blade was filled with extremely rich Gengjin energy. Yang Tianyou recognized that the material of this flying sword was the Gengjin crystal. .

Keng!

With a sword cry, a ten-foot-long golden sword beam suddenly bloomed from the flying sword, making bursts of explosive sounds as it roared towards the black corpse.

Obviously, Song Shaojie planned to deal with the refining corpse first, and Li Gui would take care of him later.

"Roar!!"

The zombie seemed to be aware of the danger, and it roared suddenly. Its body also began to expand rapidly, the iron-black light became deeper, and there were purple and black lines on it squirming wantonly.

However, Song Shaojie's dragon beard rope is not so easy to break free from.

This magical weapon was forged by his father, using the whiskers of a third-level low-grade dragon mixed with many spiritual materials. After years of spiritual power accumulation, it became 30% more powerful.

Once bound by the dragon's beard rope, few people at the fake elixir level can break free, let alone those who can reach the level of the fake elixir.

Sure enough, Lian Zhi struggled for a few times but couldn't break free. The sword came close to him and struck him down hard.

Keng! !

There was a crisp sound, followed by a stream of extremely cold black blood, which spurted out and landed on the ground, forming a layer of dark ice.

After a successful blow, Song Shaojie couldn't help but look happy, and he continued to activate the golden flying sword to attack the refining corpse fiercely.

Seeing this, Zhang Daoyuan did not panic at all, and shook the bell gently in his hand.

Jingle Bell!

The crisp sound of the bell spread along the spiritual energy, and the Iron Black Refined Corpse who heard this sound seemed to have some kind of ability activated.

A layer of black ice half a foot thick condensed on its surface.

Ding Ding Ding!

Ice shards were flying, and the sword was radiating with light. However, the hardness of this layer of ice was so great that even if Song Shaojie activated his flying sword and slashed it more than a dozen times, only about half of it was cut off.

Taking this opportunity, Zhang Daoyuan put away the bell, pointed it into a sword, and held it upright in front of his forehead. The corners of his mouth moved as if he was reciting some scripture silently.

"The fragrance fills the heaven and earth, and the fragrance ignites through the Tianmen... The Patriarch of the Shangqing Dynasty is here, and the disciple Zhang Daoyuan, with my humble cultivation, invites the Master to come up..."

"Come!"

With his final shout, a green beam of light descended from somewhere and enveloped Zhang Daoyuan's body!

After a moment, a huge aura rose up. Although it did not reach the golden elixir, it was still at the peak of the fake elixir realm.

"The art of divine fighting!"

Song Shaojie's eyes were solemn, he gave up chopping and refining the corpse, and focused his attention on Zhang Daoyuan.

hum! !

The green light spread and then disappeared, leaving only Zhang Daoyuan with his clothes flying and his momentum greatly increased.

Whoosh!

Zhang Daoyuan, whose strength had greatly increased, casually waved his hand, and a second-level flying sword was thrown out by him.

The flying sword flew across the sky. Although it had no sword intent, under the blessing of Zhang Daoyuan's huge spiritual power, it instantly bloomed with a cyan sword that was far more brilliant than Song Shaojie's golden light sword.

Groan! !

The flying sword chanted for a long time, and the green sword soared into the sky. When the light swayed, the sky reflected was as blue as water, like a flying dragon in the sky, but in fact it was the shadow of the flying sword.

"Humph!"

Song Shaojie snorted coldly, feeling the strong pressure coming from the flying sword, but he was not afraid.

I have to say that he still has a bit of the demeanor of an elite disciple of the Luochuan Sect.

Keng! !

The golden Jian Gang shot through the air and collided with the cyan Jian Gang.

boom! !

The two collided, and waves of Gangfeng sword energy came out violently. The flowing clouds in the air were directly smashed, and the earth, stone, grass and trees below were also destroyed into pieces.

boom! boom!

The two dragon-like sword lights began to collide crazily, and in a short period of time, they exchanged more than twenty moves.

But as time passed, cold sweat fell on Song Shaojie's forehead, his momentum gradually decreased, and his spiritual power was consumed rapidly.

On the other hand, Zhang Daoyuan is still as powerful as a rainbow, with a tall and tall body, like mountains and rivers towering, and awe-inspiring.

Keng! !

Another sword fight, but this time, the situation changed drastically.

"not good!"

Song Shaojie exclaimed, his eyes reflecting the golden light sword that was knocked away.

The magic weapon was knocked away and the door opened wide. Zhang Daoyuan let out a cold snort and struck down with his green flying sword.

Song Shaojie still didn't admit defeat. He raised his hands and the dazzling magic formula was knocked out by him.

Spirit patterns roared out, forming a golden barrier in the blink of an eye, blocking his way.

The second-level best spell, Ye Ye Golden Light Mask!

Ding! !

The flying sword slashed down, and the metal and iron screamed. However, the golden light shield was only 80% dimmed, and it blocked the sword after all.

However, Zhang Daoyuan in the distance smiled slightly, and flicked the ghost flag with his left hand. With the blessing of invisible power, the green-faced and fanged ghost general broke free from the dragon's whisker rope, jumped in the air, and rushed towards Song Shaojie.

"you win!"

Seeing this, Song Shaojie knew that he would be unable to save himself if he continued to fight, or he might be seriously injured on the spot, so he decisively admitted defeat.

As soon as the words fell, the ghost general stopped in mid-air, let out a ghost whistle, and was put away by Zhang Daoyuan. The refining corpse was also put away by him.

"Accepted!"

Zhang Daoyuan cupped his hands and smiled, with a loud voice that gave people a majestic feeling. It was unimaginable that such a guy would spend his whole day with ghosts and corpses.

"My skills are inferior to others. Brother Dao is superior in strength, so he wins with fairness!" Song Shaojie waved gently, put away the two magic weapons, and forced a smile.

"You're done, hurry up, hurry up and have a fight with Brother Yang!" Fairy Yanxiao flew over happily and encouraged.

"..."

Zhang Daoyuan didn't speak, and Song Shaojie was also silent.

You woman, do you think that we don’t pay attention to our surroundings when we fight?

Then Yang Tianyou beat you until you couldn't fight back. What's your intention of letting us go up and get beaten?

"Fellow Daoist Yang's strength is unpredictable, so I won't go up and embarrass you. I will give up this Kun Yuan Qi to Brother Yang!" After a long silence, Zhang Daoyuan said.

"Are you really not going to spar with him? Don't you even want to see Brother Yang's strength?" Fairy Yanxiao asked unwillingly.

"..."

Zhang Daoyuan ignored her, came to the place where supplies were piled, took out Kun Yuan Qi and handed it to Yang Tianyou.

"Fellow Daoist Yang, this fourth-level mid-grade Kun Yuan Qi belongs to you, and the other materials will be divided equally among the three of us!"

"As it should be!"

Yang Tianyou, who remained silent throughout the whole process, nodded with a smile and agreed to the distribution plan.

After putting away Kun Yuan Qi, he looked up and saw that resources had been allocated to warehouse No. 1.

Now, only Xuan Gu in the core area did not show up, and Yang Tianyou no longer waited. After saying hello to a few people, he left here.