Prehistoric Gourd Supreme

Chapter 35
"Damn it, this is going against the sky!"

Looking at the crazy cultivator, his eyes were red, and he rushed forward recklessly, Zhang Yang felt very small in his heart, but he could understand it when he thought about it carefully.

Loose cultivators have no skills, no spiritual treasures, and no paradises. They are basically the same as the "three noes" youths of later generations. They have a life and no one loves them. Besides, not every rogue cultivator wants to make public. Just awakened, Someone sent the exercises, and they were still awesome!

Heavenly Dao presents an opportunity in front of everyone. If you still can’t grasp it, you can only buy a piece of tofu and crash it to death. Everyone has a deep understanding of the pain of the "three noes". Order to rush forward.

"The treasure is in front of us, how can we not take it? What's more, the purpose of coming here is Penglai Immortal Island!" After making up his mind, Zhang Yang soared into the sky, followed the crowd, and flew forward, but Zhang Yang didn't try his best to fly.

Shoot the first bird!
Zhang Yang knows better than anyone else that the three Taiyi realm masters, Kunwu Patriarch, Xuanguang Patriarch, and Medicine Master Buddha, are not vegetarians. Zhang Yang doesn't know if there are other masters around. Impossible not to alarm some mighty ones.

Zhang Yang has always maintained his flying speed, neither leading nor lagging behind, with the idea of ​​sitting on the mountain and watching the tigers fight, and at the same time, his eyes are wandering around.

suddenly.

An angry voice, clear and melodious, but with a hint of chill, came from behind Zhang Yang: "Taoist Gourd, stop!"

"Who called me?" Hearing Jiao's voice, Zhang Yang was taken aback. He should know himself here, but the voice made him feel a little familiar. Turning around, he laughed, and sighed in his heart: "It's really a narrow road!"

Five people flew towards us, four men and one woman. The woman, dressed in fluttering white clothes, had the posture of sinking fish and falling geese, like a fairy in the nine heavens, attracting people's daydreams, and it was none other than Chang'e.

Next to Chang'e was a three-foot-tall man with braids soaring to the sky, a pig-headed human body, and a pair of bitch eyes staring at Zhang Yang angrily.

Seeing the other three people, two half-step golden immortals and one celestial immortal, Zhang Yang's eyes shone brightly, and he was vigilant. Could it be that the two half-step golden immortals were helpers invited by Chang'e and Zhu Wuneng?
Although the judge looked at them, Zhang Yang stopped, waved his hand, and greeted with a smile: "Fairy Chang'e, I haven't seen you in a hundred years, I will miss you when I look at it!"

"Missing your sister, Taoist Gourd, hurry up and return my nine-toothed rake?"

"Bastard, court death!"

"Bullying sister Chang'e, you are looking for death!"

As soon as Zhang Yang finished speaking, three angry voices rang out at the same time, Shua Shua Shua, Chang'e, Zhu Wuneng, and Prodigal Ziyou each displayed their magical powers and attacked Zhang Yang one after another.

"Oh, I haven't seen you in a hundred years, don't you need to be so enthusiastic?!" Zhang Yang waved his big hand, and the aura of the surrounding world suddenly rushed in, and with a flash of light, a Tai Chi Bagua diagram appeared in front of him, spinning slowly, blocking everyone's The three of them attacked and pushed forward, and the three of them immediately returned to their original path and attacked their master, laughing.

"What a mysterious pattern!" Lang Buhui next to him saw the Tai Chi Eight Diagrams light up, and couldn't help admiring.

"This pattern actually implies the mystery of heaven and earth, and it rebounds the attacks of others. The effect of this rotating pattern is similar to that of our Taiyin clan's Taiyin glare." Lang Bu was also shocked.

"Fairy Chang'e, thank you for your token of love, I will definitely keep it well, and I will definitely not disappoint your heart!" Zhang Yang still had a playful smile on his face, but his attention was all on Lang Bubu and Lang Buhui, after all, there were only the two of them The greatest threat to him.

"Calabash Taoist, you are looking for death!" Chang'e turned pale with anger, her white jade-like cheeks were abnormally red, her pretty eyes were evil, and she suddenly had the urge to tear Zhang Yang apart.

"You are worthy, Taoist Calabash, I hope you can still be so arrogant later!"

The prodigal son raised his hand, and a silver light shot out from his hand, turning the rebounded attack to the side, and snorted coldly.

His eyes stared at Zhang Yang, his face was cold and frosty, white light flashed in his hand, and a low-grade Xiantian Lingbao long sword was held in his hand, and he made a tactic with both hands.

Ever since I saw Chang'e, I was shocked to be a celestial being, and I admired her so much in my heart. I have long regarded Chang'e as my default person. But now suddenly there is a stunned young man who plays the role of molesting his pre-determined woman, snatches her congenital spirit treasure fairy belt, and makes molesting words, which makes the prodigal son feel like an invisible slap, slap on his own face.

As the proud son of the Taiyin clan, how has he ever suffered from such a useless attitude?
Tolerable or unbearable!
Prodigal Ziyou instantly betrayed Zhang Yang to death. Without even thinking about it, the sword formula was activated, and the Xuanyin Qingguang Sword in his hand turned into a blue sword light that pierced the sky and the earth. Make a fuss and stab.

"Inferior Xiantian Lingbao Xuanyin Qingguang Sword?" Zhu Wuneng didn't have the Taiyin glare shield, so he dodged the attack, turned around and saw the prodigal son You took out the Lingbao, he couldn't help being startled, and then his face showed a look of gloating .

Chang'e was also taken aback, showing a strange look, knowing that the gourd Taoist can take away the spiritual treasure, but you still use the spiritual treasure to attack?Has this brain been kicked by that? !

"Oh, another low-grade congenital treasure. I'm lucky today!" Zhang Yang stared straight at the Xuanyin Qingguang Sword, drooling from his mouth. So far, Zhang Yang has not had a single offensive congenital treasure. Lingbao, how can you not be excited to see one now?
"not good!"

Lang Bubu has been paying attention to the battle on the field, and seeing Zhang Yang's eyes like a hungry wolf, this is not in line with logic. Under normal circumstances, when fighting at the same level, one side takes out a spirit treasure, and the other either takes out a spirit treasure to deal with it, or escapes , but he saw that the wolf saw the flesh, which made him extremely weird.

But when he saw the incompetent pig gloating at others' misfortune and Chang'e with a weird expression, he was stunned. What kind of expression did they have?Why is it abnormal in your eyes!

Suddenly, a flash of light flashed in Lang Bubu's mind, and he remembered that when he first saw Zhu Wuneng, he said at that time that this gourd Taoist can steal people's spiritual treasures, and his nine-toothed rake was taken away by the gourd Taoist.

"Ziyou, don't attack!" Lang Bubu's face changed drastically, and he hurriedly spoke out to remind him.

The prodigal son was startled, not understanding why Lang Bubu couldn't let him attack, turned his head to look at Lang Bubu, showing doubts, but he didn't stop attacking Zhang Yang's Xiantian Lingbao Xuanyin Qingguang Sword.

When I think about it again, it's too late!
Sure enough, it's like what a pig can't say.

A streak of golden red shot out from Zhang Yang's hand, meeting Xuanyin's blue light sword, the golden light flashed, Xuanyin asked the lightsaber to disappear, and when he looked at Zhang Yang again, he saw an extra blue light flashing in his hand, struggling continuously The long cyan sword he was wearing was the Xuanyin cyan light sword.

"Zhu Zier dare!" Lang Bubu was horrified in his heart. What kind of divine light is this? It can even take away Xiantian Lingbao. This kind of supernatural power is unprecedented. It is simply the nemesis of immortal monks. Not much, and must not fall into the hands of others, especially in front of his own face, snatching away the spiritual treasure of his clan, which would make him lose face and feel very ashamed. With a loud roar, he flew towards Zhang Yang, raised his big hand, A slowly rotating silver moon appeared in his palm, shining towards Zhang Yang.

At this time, the prodigal son also came to his senses. Seeing Zhang Yang taking away his low-grade innate spiritual treasure, the Xuanyin Qingguang Sword, his eyes turned blood red in an instant, and he roared frantically, "Bastard, give me back the Xuanyin Qingguangjian!"

"Since you gave it to me, there's no reason to take it back. It's too immoral for you to do so!"

Laughing at the prodigal Ziyou, seeing the prodigal Ziyou attacking, instantly unfolded the mysterious art of transposition, dodged the prodigal Ziyou's attack, turned to him and said: "Young man, I am very optimistic about you, continue next time!" After finishing speaking, he kicked his feet and launched the profound art of transposition, like a fish in the water, shuttling among the crowd.

"Good girl, bastard, Calabash Taoist, I, the prodigal son, swear that I will smash you into pieces!" The prodigal son jumped in anger at the back, and when the two Buddhas ascended to heaven, their noses were almost crooked, but they couldn't catch up with Zhang Yang. , can only wow violently in the back.

Lang Buhui also followed closely behind, and the two kept chasing and intercepting. The pursuit of the two half-step golden immortals immediately made Zhang Yang feel the pressure. Recently, Zhang Yang was secretly anxious, if they caught up with him, it would definitely be bad for him.

"Little bastard, where are you going?" Lang Bubu laughed ferociously from behind.

When the two were still a few hundred meters away from Zhang Yang, Lang Bubu and Lang Buhui separated from each other tacitly at the same time, attacking Zhang Yang with one left and one right.

"What can I do?" Zhang Yang panicked. While running, he paid attention to the chasing waves and waves not regretting. Countless thoughts flashed in his mind, but he couldn't do it. Seeing the two getting closer, Zhang Yang's heart grew closer. Panic, at this moment, Zhang Yang casually glanced at the cultivator flying with the imperial treasure in front of him, a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind, and a bold idea came up...
Be late, be fast.

While Zhang Yang was thinking, Lang Bubu and Lang Buhui caught up to Zhang Yang in the blink of an eye. The two laughed grinningly, and four big hands pinched back and forth, grabbing Zhang Yang fiercely.

"Haha, Calabash Taoist, where are you going this time?" Prodigal Ziyou watched clearly from behind and laughed loudly.

"Gourd Taoist is finished!" Zhu Wuneng also underestimated, obviously not optimistic about Zhang Yang.

Chang'e's bright eyes flashed, and she also nodded, agreeing with the pig's incompetence, there is a big gap between the mid-stage fairy and the half-step golden immortal, let alone two half-step golden immortals.

(End of this chapter)