Speaking of this, Yang Jian looked into Yue Feng's eyes and asked word by word: "Your Majesty, I have something to ask of you. Five years ago, I encountered a bottleneck in my practice. It was Your Majesty who showed mercy and personally helped me to clear up the chaos.
I have successfully broken through the bottleneck of my internal strength. During this period, my cultivation level will reach the bottleneck again. I would like to ask Your Majesty to help me channelize my internal strength again."
Everyone knows that whenever a cultivator encounters a breakthrough bottleneck, he can only successfully break through by taking the Immortal Pill. However, the Immortal Pill is only effective when taken by those with a strength below the Martial Emperor. It is useless for those above the Martial Emperor realm.
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However, there is a secret technique in the world that can help practitioners in the Martial Emperor realm to successfully break through bottlenecks. This secret technique is extremely mysterious and only a few people know it.
Only Hou Yi knew this secret technique.
What Yang Jian said was not made up. Five years ago, Yang Jian encountered trouble in breaking through the bottleneck. It was Hou Yi who used secret techniques to help him successfully break through.
Yang Jian has already thought about it. If the 'Hou Yi' in front of him can help him break through the bottleneck, then he is the real one.
Otherwise, he is fake.
What?
Yue Feng frowned and was stunned.
Hou Yi could actually help practitioners at the Martial Emperor realm break through their bottlenecks? This is too perverted.
However, if he is fake, how could he be so?
Thinking to himself, Yue Feng put on a serious look and said coldly: "Yang Jian, I really have something very important to do. I don't have time to help you with this. When I return to the palace, you can come back and ask for instructions."
"In that case!" Yang Jian showed a sneer: "Then you go and die."
After the words fell, Yang Jian's internal energy exploded, and the three-pointed two-edged knife in his hand was like a flash of lightning, stabbing towards Yue Feng like lightning.
Speaking of which, Yang Jian was already suspicious when Yue Feng exploded his internal energy and frightened the Northern Army. Although Yue Feng's burst of aura was very strong, it was still far behind Hou Yi.
At this time, seeing Yue Feng intuitively reject his request, Yang Jian was 100% convinced.
The Hou Yi in front of me is fake!
Nima.
Yang Jian suddenly took action without any warning. Yue Feng's expression changed, and before he had time to dodge, Fang Tian's halberd appeared instantly and was placed across his chest to block Yang Jian's attack!
"clang!"
Fang Tian's painted halberd and the three-pointed two-edged sword collided violently, making a loud noise. Yue Feng was knocked back several steps, and a mouthful of blood spurted out!
Although Yue Feng's strength is no longer what it used to be, but facing Yang Jian head-on, he is even inferior! You must know that Yang Jian, as Erlang Zhenjun, has been famous for thousands of years, and his background is tyrannical. He is not comparable to Yue Feng.
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Seeing Fang Tian drawing the halberd, Yang Jian sneered: "Good boy, you are Yue Feng, no need to pretend."
In the world, only Yue Feng possesses Fang Tian Hua Ji, and when they first met, Yue Feng was using Fang Tian Hua Ji in a fierce battle with Gonggong, so Yang Jian said it right away.
"Nima!"
Yue Feng was shocked and angry, but he didn't say anything nonsense. He wiped his hand on his face, removed his disguise, and was on guard.
Now that you have been discovered, there is no need to pretend anymore.
"Boy!" Yang Jian's eyes flashed coldly: "Tell yourself, how do you want to die?"
When Yang Jian said this, his tone was calm, but his heart was burning with overwhelming anger.
I am a dignified Erlang Zhenjun, but I was deceived by a junior boy using a simple disguise. If this matter spreads out, where will I save my face?
When Yang Jian said this, his tone was calm, but his heart was burning with overwhelming anger.
I am a dignified Erlang Zhenjun, but I was deceived by a junior boy using a simple disguise. If this matter spreads out, where will I save my face?
"Jerlang Zhenjun!"
Yue Feng was sweating profusely and his heart was beating wildly, but he still managed to squeeze out a smile: "I pretended to be Hou Yi, but I was forced to do so. The true king has been famous all over the world for a long time and is respected by the world. Why bother with me, a junior?