Chapter 13 Only the Zhuxian Sword is worthy of me!
"If we strike at this location, it won't hurt the village." Zhang Yange said at an angle.
Yang Jian opened his eyes three times. After looking at it for a long time, he smiled bitterly and said, "Brother Zhang, I can't do it..."
"Why?" Zhang Yange frowned slightly.
"If I split the mountain, most of the mountain would probably be destroyed." Yang Jian said seriously. "They will bring it upon themselves too!"
"I know! It doesn't matter whether those guys die or not. Didn't Huo Ling say that if you kill them, you will get the karma?" Zhang Yange naturally didn't care about the life or death of those evil people.
In fact, it's easier to get rid of those guys.
But Zhang Yange and others did not mention this method.
Splitting the mountain has special significance to Yang Jian.
It was more like a test question given to him by Yang Jian, a saint from the Three Religions.
In the selection of test questions, there is no way to use magic to get rid of those people.
If you use magic to get rid of it, accidents will definitely happen.
But what the accident was, Yang Jian didn't want to know.
Because he knew that this accident must be the last thing he wanted to see.
"Even before I get on the list of gods, I feel like I have too much control." Yang Jian said with a wry smile.
"Wait for me for three days! I will split the mountain for you!" Zhang Yange said.
After saying this, Zhang Yange never gave him a chance to refuse.
"Brother Zhang, Yang Jian is not afraid of killing people!"
"That old man deserves to die, but there is no need to step on the shit with his new shoes." Zhang Yange said with a smile, "I killed the Wufang Mountain God, and I didn't feel any cause and effect.
Let me try to chop down this mountain."
When they landed, many villagers came back.
"We discussed it, the immortal gave us 50,000 Bei coins, and we left." They found a representative to find Zhang Yange.
Yang Jian snorted coldly.
Huo Ling'er really wanted to burn them all and end them all at once.
"If you don't want to leave, then don't leave, but the fruits of tomorrow are what you sow today." Zhang Yange said.
After he finished speaking, he started to stew the chicken.
After seeing the steam coming from the clay pot, Zhang Yange turned to Yang Jian and said, "Can you give me some of your spiritual energy?"
"It's possible, but I'm afraid of hurting Brother Zhang's roots." Yang Jian said with some worry."
"It's okay, my body is strong enough." Zhang Yange said with a smile.
So Yang Jian gave him a ball of spiritual energy.
Zhang Yange put them in his hands and used that bit of true energy to pull them into his meridians.
"Now all we need is a good sword." Zhang Yange opened his eyes after a moment and said.
At this time, Huo Ling'er, who was still feeling guilty, spoke quickly.
"I have two Tai'a swords. Can you take a look at them?"
The Holy Mother of Fire Spirit is proficient in fire spells. She wields a Hunyuan Hammer and two Tai'a Swords. She rides a golden-eyed camel and wears a magical golden glow crown on her head, which can emit thirty or forty feet of golden glow.
Cover the opponent's eyes and ears so that the opponent cannot see you. You can also summon the three thousand fire dragon soldiers you have trained to launch a group attack. The samadhi fire is unstoppable.
I have seen three thousand fire dragon soldiers today.
She took out both Tai'a swords and said, "Master forged these after seeing the Master's Immortal Killing Sword!
Yang Jian, I really didn’t mean what happened today.”
"I don't blame you, it's God's will." Yang Jian said grandly.
"I'll give you a chicken drumstick later." Huo Ling'er said with a smile.
After hearing this, Yang Jian could no longer be angry with this guy.
Zhang Yange picked up a sword, stretched out his finger and flicked it lightly.
"This sword is not bad!" Zhang Yange showed a smile on his face.
"That's good." Huo Ling'er said happily.
Some people still left on the second day, but some people planned to wait and see again.
Zhang Yange and the others don't want to talk nonsense with these guys anymore.
Left Taoshan directly!
Three days came in the blink of an eye.
Yang Jian's mind swept away, "There are still some people who don't know how to live or die."
There are indeed people on the mountain who have not left.
"It's okay, give me all your spiritual energy!" Zhang Yan singer held the Tai'a sword. "It's been so long, and I haven't been able to draw a sword freely!"
When Yang Jian heard this, he directly injected all his spiritual energy into Zhang Yange's meridians.
Huo Ling'er could not imagine how Zhang Yange could split a mountain without hurting anyone.
Is there really such a swordsmanship in the world?
She saw it right away!
Her talent is not as good as Yang Jian's, so she can't see Zhang Yange's boxing skills that point directly to the road.
But she can understand the swordsmanship!
So stunning!
So beautiful!
horrible!
So sharp!
Huo Ling'er felt that the vocabulary in her brain was not enough.
What kind of swordsmanship is this!
Yang Jian got closer to Zhang Yange and saw it more clearly.
He asked himself, could he take this sword?
The people who didn't want to leave on the mountain felt like the ground was shaking. Although it didn't hurt them, it directly destroyed their village.
If you are greedy, the snake swallows the elephant!
This time they paid the price for their greed.
"Brother Zhang, my mother is out."
"Go." Zhang Yange waved his hand and said.
Yang Jian sent him to the ground and then went to see his mother.
"Ah!!!" Huo Ling'er shouted.
"What's wrong with you?" Zhang Yange asked with a frown.
"Your swordsmanship! Your swordsmanship is so..." Huo Ling'er was probably at a loss for words.
For a moment, she didn't know how to describe her mood.
Zhang Yange gave her the Tai'a sword.
"Your sword is good, but it's not good enough for my swordsmanship.
The Zhuxian Sword should be worthy of it." Zhang Yange said with a smile.
Huo Ling'er didn't think he was arrogant at all, but felt from the bottom of his heart that this was how he should be!
Tongtian frowned in Biyou Palace.
Notre Dame Jin Ling saw Master frowning and asked quickly, "Master, what happened?"
Taoist Duobao also looked at Master.
A few days ago, when Master came back from his uncle's place, his brows were furrowed.
These disciples didn't dare to ask too many questions.
I had to serve the master even more wholeheartedly, which brought a smile to the master's face. I didn't know that it had only been a day, but why was he frowning again?
What is there in this world that can make a saint so upset?
"Duobao!"
"The disciple is here!"
"If I give you the Zhuxian Sword, can you imitate it and forge a sword with the power of Zhuxian?" Leader Tongtian asked.
"If the master allows the disciples not to care about the materials, I can forge a sword that is 50% as powerful as the Zhuxian." Duobao was stunned for a moment and replied.
That time, Master was in a good mood and took the opportunity to make a request.
The master only let himself take a few glances, and then he forged the two Tai'a swords for Huo Ling based on his memory.
"Okay! Don't worry about the materials. If you are missing something, just tell me. If there is nothing on the island, I will ask your uncle for it.
Your uncle has an indifferent temperament, as long as you annoy him, you can ask for anything." Leader Tongtian said with a smile.
"Master, is this sword used to overcome the catastrophe of becoming a god?" asked the Holy Mother of the Golden Spirit.
"No! Give it away!" A smile appeared on Tongtian Cult Leader's face.
Taoist Duobao couldn't help but have a figure appear in his mind.
But he couldn't help but ask, "Who does Master want to give it to?"