Chapter 478: Fairy

With strong spiritual support, coupled with Yang Yiyun and Tu Longjian's mutual understanding, they can fly freely at the start of their thoughts, and flying with the blessing of magical instruments is really like wind. ?

In an instant, he arrived at Zhanqing's side, and Yang smiled and said: "Zhan enchanting buddies go ahead and wait, haha~"

At first, the Zhanqing people walked in the air step by step, leaving Yang Yiyun behind, still sneer in their hearts, Yang Yiyun pretended to be forced, and compared with him, it is simply self-inflicted, no one in the ancient martial arts knows that their Kunlun jade step is famous for ancient times. The martial arts world is the first degree.

He didn't know that Yang Yiyun appeared beside him to speak, and he was shocked immediately, his eyes swept away, good fellow, Yang Yiyun actually stepped on a giant sword under his feet.

Flying sword?

More congenital?

Two thoughts suddenly appeared in Zhanqing's mind.

I was really surprised by Yang Yiyun's coquettishness, but Zhanqing people immediately thought that it was impossible. Yang Yiyun's realm was only a nine-level elementary innate, which he was quite convinced.

As for the flying sword, Zhanqing people thought of a terrible idea, Yang Yiyun's flying sword is beyond the existence of the magic weapon, the flying sword can only be used by the legendary magic weapon.

There is a clear record in the Kunlun Secret Code that beyond the magic weapon of the gods, it has the ability to fly with the sword.

Therefore, Yang Yiyun did not exceed his innate cultivation base, but possessed an immortal weapon that exceeded the level of the magic weapon.

Fairy tool~

How is this possible?

The Zhanqing people watched Yang Yiyun flew by, and disappeared, immediately shouting, "Are you cheating?"

When the Zhanqing people caught up and landed on the top of the mountain, Yang Yiyun was already standing on the boulder with a smile.

"Bring the five hundred congenital spars that accounted for the evildoer's words~" he stretched out his hand to ask for it.

"You...you're cheating~" Zhan Qingren's face was calm, Yang Yiyun had a fairy weapon of more than magic weapon level, and he couldn't keep up with ten other degrees.

Yang Yiyun grinned: "Why? I want to deny it? I cheated like that? We didn't say anything in advance. Anyway, it's just a degree. Buddy is faster than you. Get to the top of the mountain before you. You don't need to admit it. When I look back, I will go to the ancient martial arts world and say that the people of Kunlun Zhanqing are people who don’t care about credibility..."

"Stop, isn't it five hundred congenital spars? I can afford them in Zhanqing, but I don't carry so many with me. I will give you back to you. This is a hundred for you first~" Zhanqing's face is black. , Took out a small brocade bag from his arms and threw it to Yang Yiyun while speaking.

Yang Yiyun smiled and caught it. The spiritual sense is not much, not much better, one hundred: "I still owe me four hundred innate spars. Give me an IOU when I leave."

Zhan Qingren's face was almost out of water.

Shame~!

But he is one, and two is two. No matter what Yang Yiyun uses for his life, he won or lost. You have to admit it. Before going out, he brought a hundred spar. Yang Yiyun asked him to pay an IOU. Really Very annoying.

He took a deep breath and looked at Yang Yiyun with a black face, and said, "It's just a flying sword. There are books to play tricks~"

After losing a game, Zhanqing wanted to find face in strength.

"I'm afraid of you~" To tell the truth, Yang Yiyun really wants to fight with Zhanqing, weigh the weight of the enchanting Kunlun, and try his own strength, what is the situation now.

After practicing to the 9th floor of the foundation-building period, he can kill the 9th-level congenital elementary level in seconds, and beat the mid-level congenital 9th ​​level. He has not reached the limit, and the Zhanqing people are just the right target.

In Yang Yiyun's eyes, don't think that Zhanqing is an intermediate cultivation base of the Ninth Innate, he himself is comparable to the first level of Nine Innate, and the difference between the two is half an order, but Yang Yiyun is really not afraid of Zhanqing.

Since Zhanqing asked for a trick, he couldn't ask for it. On the contrary, it was a discussion in name, and there was a life-and-death struggle.

On the other hand, after arriving here, Yang Yiyun did not appear to be the old man of the wine immortal, he was not there anyway, it would be better to fight with Zhanqing first.

It's a good opportunity to sharpen up with the geniuses of the contemporary ancient martial arts world.

The next moment, Zhan Qingren sneered and struck Yang Yiyun with a fist.

"Huh~"

Yang Yiyun snorted coldly, and also raised his fist and bumped away.

"Touch~"

There was a dull sound.

The two stepped back three steps each, and both sides explained that their eyes lit up.

The people of Zhanqing looked at Yang Yiyun full of warfare, and just fought and tentatively confronted him. He found that Yang Yiyun's body was not only rich in true essence, but his physical strength was not lost to himself at all, and even had the slightest posture of a powerful country.

He Zhanqing was the master who tempered his flesh in the medicinal bath since he was three years old. He had always been quite confident in his flesh at that time, but today he met Yang Yiyun, which made him feel like he was facing each other.

Immediately after Zhanqing roared, he raised his fist again, thinking about whose body is strong. He tempered his body in the medicinal bath since he was a child. He really hasn’t been afraid of anyone, let alone lose to the strength of his body. Who.

Yang Yiyun was also secretly surprised in his heart. At this time, he was the four heavens of the Vajra flesh body. After a head-to-head blow with the Zhanqing people, the physical power of the Zhanqing people was no less than that of him.

Secretly said: "I really underestimated this kid. It seems that the foundation of the ancient sect is really not as simple as imagined. My own diamond body, proudly and the universe quenching body in the universe pot, thinks it is the best quenching body in the world. Gongfa.

Unexpectedly, Zhan Qingren, a leader in the ancient martial arts world, will also not be related to his physical strength in the future.

What Yang Yiyun didn't know was that Zhanqing's people had tempered the flesh body of medicated bath since childhood, and he had only cultivated the flesh body for two years.

His eyes narrowed, both clenched tightly, and greeted him.

"Bumpy~"

The two of you have a tacit understanding, no one has used the power of true energy, each relying on the pure physical power to compete.

In the confrontation between fist and fist, the two fought hundreds of fists in a short moment, and then they separated again.

Both Zhanqing people are shaking.

Yang Yiyun's fist did not tremble, but there was blood stains, and the collision broke.

"You're good, I lose this round." Yang Yiyun saw blood on his head and knew that he was a bit behind Zhanqing in terms of physical strength.

"You don't need to let me, this round is a tie, although my skin is not broken, but both are anaesthetized. Your kid is less than 30 years old, and his cultivation is later than me. If we repair at the same time, you will be physically stronger than me." Gao proudly Zhanqing people will not take advantage of others in the slightest.

This sentence was a joy to Yang Yiyun's ears. Although Zhanqing was proud of his bones, he regarded the road as open and upright, but it changed Yang Yiyun's concept of him.

"Cultivation has no priority. It is you who are strong and you are strong. I will lose in this round." Yang Yiyun is also an arrogant person, how can he accept the words of Zhanqing.

"Huh~"

Zhanqing snorted: "Crazy Yang let me see your true skills~"

While speaking, Zhanqing attacked again. This time he shot out with a palm, the huge true essence revolving, the aura of heaven and earth fluctuated strongly, driving the dust and fallen leaves within three meters of the whole body, seemingly a simple palm against Yang Yiyun. go with.

If the body becomes strong, it will pass, and you will be true at this moment and try your true skills.

Yang Yiyun shot it out with the same palm. Once he knew that Zhanqing was a real man, he was looking forward to it.

"Shaking Palm~"

A huge palm formed directly and struck Xiang Zhanqing.

"Boom~"

The two palms faced each other, and there was a roar, and the dust was flying within ten meters.

Under this moment, all his faces were condensed, and Yang Yiyun felt that the true essence in Zhanqing's body was no less than that of him, and even stronger.

The Zhanqing people also watched Yang Yiyun respond with all his strength, and this Yang Yiyun really had two brushes.

"Jiaolong goes to sea~"

"Crack Heaven Palm~"

The two figures were in a cave in the dust, hitting one after another.

"Boom boom boom~"

A loud sound resounded on the top of the mountain, and a vacuum zone of more than ten meters appeared on the entire top of the mountain, and vegetation, sand and stones were all razed to the ground.

In a one-shot fight, both sides became more frightened as they fought, and both lamented the strength of each other, but the more they fought, the more enjoyable they were.

No one lost to anyone.

At a certain moment, the two of them landed on the boulder, Zhanqing's people roared, stepped up into the sky, and flew into the air, and then shouted: "Kunlun's overturning seal~" While speaking, Zhanqing's hand was one of them. The weird gesture was formed, standing upside down, with a palm on top of this Yang Yiyun's head.

Yang Yiyun's eyes condensed, he knew that Zhanqing people had a trick, but he was not a vegetarian. The real fire in his body revolved, and flames appeared on both sides instantly, and the inner and outer universe revolved and roared: "True Qi transforms into one. ~"

This is when he realized that the three palms are in one, one move, the fusion blow of shaking the palm, opening the palm, and splitting the palm.

"Boom~"

"Crack~"

There was a reverberation first, then the crackling of smaller boulders.

A huge boulder the size of a house burst open.

Yang Yiyun flew off the boulder. Zhan Qingren stood on the other side.

The sky was full of dust, blood was flowing out from the corner of Yang Yiyun's mouth, and Zhanqing's left palm was also bleeding to the ground.

At this moment, in the dust, in the middle of the two people, in the place of the bursting boulder, a furious voice sounded.

"I'm so angry with the old man, and let people not sleep? Asshole~"