Chapter 273 Opportunity is like the wind, always with me
Yang Jian suddenly felt that God had played a big joke on him.
In mythology, Yang Jian had a barking dog. He was also named Yang Jian, and he also had a big black dog beside him...
The key is that when this big black dog gets stronger, it also becomes a mess.
In the myth, Yang Jian has three eyes. Although he does not have a third eye, after he got the place in the ruins in a daze, he discovered a magical power in a random corner.
The name is the same as the legendary Yang Jian... He has clairvoyance.
"To do it or not to do it?"
Yang Jian suddenly became frightened, feeling that God was destined to make him become that Yang Jian.
"Forget it, let's go ahead. It's destined. There's no way around it. Excellent people will be the center of attention wherever they go..."
Yang Jian felt good about himself, and then closed his eyes.
Other sect prodigies would fight to the death just to enter a certain cave and look for an opportunity. It was better for him, because his current strength was too poor and he huddled in a corner, and then an opportunity came to him.
If those sect geniuses knew about this, wouldn't they be angry to death?
Yang Jian closed his eyes, fearing that his traces would be exposed, and then crouched down and found a place to sneak in.
Then……
He seemed to have touched some mechanism, and his whole body suddenly fell down.
Just when Yang Jian was wondering, a sharp edge suddenly struck him, making all the hairs on his body stand up.
Turning his head to look at the source of the sharp intention, he almost fainted from the shock.
The place where he fell seemed to be a weapons grave. In the crack of a medium-sized stone, there was a knife that looked like a gun but not a gun. There were no other weapons.
"God, are you kidding me? A three-pointed, two-edged sword... Isn't this the weapon of Erlang Shen Yang Jian?"
Yang Jian felt like he was about to cry.
A few seconds ago, he accidentally picked up a celestial eye. The next second, he was transferred to the weapons tomb, with only a knife inserted in it.
It's still Yang Jian's three-pointed two-edged sword.
Woof woof!
Yang Jian heard the barking of a big black dog above his head, raised his head, and saw this guy jumping in too.
Then da! da! da! came the sound of dense footsteps.
Yang Jian felt nervous at that time and was about to walk to the stone to pull out the three-pointed two-edged sword first.
But before he could take a step forward, the big black dog jumped down, and then came the shouts of other sect disciples.
"Boy, how dare you!"
Then five disciples wearing the same sect costumes came down, one of them was holding a spear, and he looked like Changshan Zhao Zilong.
This made Yang Jian very unhappy. After all, his idol when he was a boy was Zhao Zilong.
This guy doesn't look very good. Doesn't this ruin the image of Zhao Zilong, the God of War in his heart?
The big black dog was guarding Yang Jian, its red eyes staring coldly at the five fourth-level martial arts masters.
"What do you want to do? I discovered this place first."
Yang Jian looked at the five people whose cultivation levels were much higher than his, and suddenly felt that God was playing a trick on him again.
Don't forget that he died in the end, and his clairvoyance, the big black dog, and the three-pointed two-edged sword were all taken away by others.
Then it would be very embarrassing to replace him and become a copycat version of Erlang Shen.
"oh."
"What does it matter?"
"Now, this place is ours, haha."
"I guessed it right before. You brought a big black dog here. You must be using the big black dog to find things. Isn't this really correct..."
The five fourth-level martial arts masters all looked at the three-pointed two-edged sword in the cellar with surprise, as if they were seeing a stunning beauty.
But they suddenly felt that Yang Jian was an eyesore, so the five of them turned around and faced Yang Jian, with a sneer on each corner of their mouths.
"Do you still have any treasures with you? If so, I'll trade them for your life."
The young man who was the leader of the five people sneered.
The young man holding a spear next to the young man was even more pretentious, shaking out his gun and pointing the tip of the gun at Yang Jian's neck.
Feeling the chill on his neck, Yang Jian had every reason to believe that these people could kill for the sake of the treasure.
But Yang Jian was unwilling to give in. He didn't want his bright future with Feng Hao to be ruined in the hands of these scum.
Then the brain started working crazily, thinking about escape routes.
But after thinking about it, it seems... there is only one way to escape, and that is to leave from the place where you fell.
The key is that with his cultivation level, the chance of running away in front of five fourth-level martial arts masters is almost zero.
This is a dead end.
Panic!
In just that moment, Yang Jian felt that his back was soaked with cold sweat. This was fatal.
"They are all led by neighbors, so there is no need to be so cruel, right? How about you take this weapon away and I pretend I didn't see anything?"
Yang Jian said tentatively.
Woof woof woof!
The big black dog roared at the five people, baring its teeth and looking particularly ferocious.
But it’s just a paper tiger.
Because he is no match for the five fourth-grade martial arts sects.
The five of them looked at each other, laughed, and said, "Kneel down and pretend to be a dog. If you wag your tail and beg for mercy, it will make us happy. Maybe we will let you go."
"Yeah yeah!"
"This man really looks like a dog..."
The five fourth-grade masters were laughing so hard, not to mention how proud they were.
But their words completely aroused the hatred in Yang Jian's heart. He hated people saying that he looked like a dog the most in his life.
Kneel down and pretend to be a dog?
I would rather die than never.
"Do you insist on being so awesome?" Yang Jian lowered his head and said.
He could feel that life might soon come to an end, but before that, he wanted to be brave one last time.
Kill one to protect your capital, kill a pair to make a sure profit.
So, Yang Jian took out the fluorescent ancient scroll of celestial vision from his arms, put it in his hand, and said: "This is the chance for me to get a magical power just now. Who among you wants it?"
Yang Jian looked at the five people.
"I……"
"G-give it to me quickly!"
"Boy, give it to me, do you hear me? Give it to me, I will spare your life..."
The eyes of the five fourth-level martial sects were all bright, and they all wanted to get the fluorescent ancient scroll in Yang Jian's hand.
They didn't expect that this guy with the worst cultivation would have such terrible luck.
"You all want it, but I only have one..."
Yang Jian showed a troubled expression, and then said: "Then I will put this magical power in front of the weapon, and you can get it yourself. Whether you grab the weapon or the magical power depends on your fate, how about it?"
Yang Jian held the ancient scroll in his right hand and slowly walked towards the three-pointed two-edged sword.
Sure enough, the five people did not move at this moment, but they also acquiesced to Yang Jian's actions, a scumbag who was only a sixth or seventh grade.
I don't know how many of them they could kill with one slap.
Now, they only care about the magical scroll and the weapon, but the five of them... seem to be a bit difficult to distinguish.