The strongest comprehension dude

Chapter 307
"Huh? Didn't the entire Cold Sword Sect be destroyed? Why would someone come to the back mountain?" YangMeng frowned and said.

Yang Yi still had a rigid poker face, and said, "Master, I don't know too well. Except for the high-level members of the Cold Sword Sect, no one should be able to pass through the fog outside the ice sculpture square."

YangMeng shook his head, and said: "There are no absolutes in this world, what your Cold Sword Sect can do, others can do it too!"

"Okay, Boy Yang!" Xiang Yu patted Yang Meng's shoulder, and said, "Hurry up and put away the 'Monster Locking Stupa', this thing can't appear in the eyes of the world yet."

YangMeng nodded, the strange incantations and handprints reappeared, and the 'Monster Locking Pagoda' began to shrink slowly under YangMeng's control, and flew towards YangMeng's hand.

When the last fingerprint was pinched out, the 'Monster Locking Pagoda' had become only the size of a baby's fist, and he threw it into the storage space without any hassle.

"Master, do you want me to clean up those intruders outside?" Yang Yi had already brought this back mountain into YangMeng's territory naturally, and all those who entered here without YangMeng's permission were all intruders.

"No need, let them in, I want to see if it's the Han Jianzong gang who are afraid of death!" YangMeng waved his hand, signaling Yang Yi not to do this.

"Pa-ta, pa-ta~~~"

After less than ten minutes, a series of neat but rather light footsteps came from the fog not far away, and there were even a few voices cursing.

"Damn, what kind of broken place is this? Such a big fog!"

"Xiaohan, are you a pig? These thick fogs are obviously created by formations. You have thrown all the things taught to you by the elders on the dogs."

"Father, are you my own father? Do you ever say that about your son?"

……

YangMeng was speechless listening to this young man's rough voice, and felt a row of crows croaking and flying past above his head.

"Quack, these two talking reptiles are really interesting." Qing Chan croaked happily.

The footsteps were getting closer and closer, and YangMeng vaguely saw someone coming.

This is an extremely capable team. The leader is a middle-aged man who looks like an iron tower. He is 1.9 meters tall and his cultivation base is at the peak of strength.

The twenty young lads who followed him had good cultivation bases, each of them had a cultivation base above dark strength, and even the youngsters who followed closely beside the burly middle-aged man were faintly able to enter transformation strength.

Yang Yi looked at the brothers Yang Xiaoqiu and Yang Xiaoran standing in front of the middle-aged man, frowned, and asked in surprise: "Fourth generation disciples Yang Xiaoqiu and Yang Xiaoran?"

YangMeng turned his head to look at Yang Yi, and said, "Why, do you know them?"

Yang nodded, then shook his head again, and said: "Master, Yang Yi was the head of the Han Jianzong Deacon Hall before. All disciples have to go through me. And these two brothers Yang Xiaoqiu and Yang Xiaoran are the nephews of my old friend, so I just opened a back door and let these two teenagers worship into the Cold Sword Sect."

"Oh!" YangMeng nodded and stopped talking.

On the other side, the group of more than 20 people finally walked out of the fog completely, revealing their figures, it was Yang Tianshui and his party.

It turned out that after hearing Yang Xiaoqiu's words, Yang Tianshui asked people to search in the ruins of the Cold Sword Sect, and the hard work paid off, and they finally found the path leading to the back mountain.

A group of people climbed down from those few iron chains. Yang Tianshui led twenty young people through the basics of formations taught by the elders in the door, one foot deep and one shallow foot in the thick fog. After two hours of groping, I finally rushed out.

And rushing out of the thick fog, Yang Tianshui's pupils shrank suddenly when he saw YangMeng and others standing in front of the ice sculpture square.Because he found that with his current cultivation, he couldn't see through the three people in front of him.

Especially the heroic middle-aged man with a toad standing on his shoulders made him feel like an abyss like an ocean, and he couldn't even bring up the thought of resisting it.

"Xiao Ran, do you know the three people in front?" Yang Han squinted his eyes and looked at the three people standing in the distance, and the pressure doubled.

Yang Xiaoran tilted his head and looked at YangMeng and the others, suddenly his eyes lit up, and said, "Brother Yang Han, the one who attacked Han Jianzong earlier was that young big brother and the man with the frog on his shoulder. As for the rest I don't know who that person is, but it's definitely not from the Cold Sword Sect, nor was it brought by that big brother."

"Oh, Xiaoran, are you sure?" Yang Tianshui took a breath, although he had already made a conclusion in his heart, but when it came time to face it, he realized that his psychological endurance was very low.

"Well, it can't be wrong!" Yang Xiaoqiu pulled his younger brother's shoulders, stepped forward two steps and said: "That big brother is very powerful, he should be the person you are looking for, Master!"

……

Seeing Yang Tianshui mumbling with the two children over there, YangMeng couldn't help but feel a little suffocated. Although with his ability, any disturbance within a five-mile radius couldn't escape his ears, but he couldn't help it at all. Too lazy to eavesdrop.

Simply speak directly, Yang Sheng said: "I said, where did you guys come from? What are you doing with that muttering? I don't know that this is a private domain, and idlers are not allowed to enter? If you can't say that you are ugly, Grandpa, I ask you to explain everything here today!"

Yang Tianshui, who was still talking to Yang Xiaoqiu and his brothers in a low voice, almost suffocated to death when he heard Yang Meng's words.

Nima, is this my cheap nephew?It's so fucking tough, it's just domineering?Also grandpa, your sister, if he is really YangMeng, wouldn't it be a mess of seniority?
"Here, your name is YangMeng, right?" Yang TianShui managed to slow down, took a few steps forward, and said, looking at YangMeng with strange eyes.

YangMeng was slightly taken aback, then frowned and said, "Am I YangMeng, does it have anything to do with you?"

"It's a big deal!" Yang Tianshui yelled with an exaggerated expression, and then said eagerly: "To tell you the truth, my name is Yang Tianshui, and I come from the Yinzong Taiji Sect. Today is the order of the sect master. Come to the Cold Sword Sect to protect you!"

"Tai Chi Gate, protect me?" YangMeng was a little puzzled by Monk Zhang Er, "What do you mean?"

Yang Tianshui looked slightly startled, thinking that Yang Zaitian hadn't told YangMeng about Taijimen, scratched his head and said, "Taijimen is the first sect of the Wuliang Mountain Yinzong. He is a sect with the surname of the sect, and all the senior members of the sect have the last name Yang. Your grandfather’s name is Yang Zaitian, right? He was born in the Taiji sect, and he was once the most outstanding disciple of the sect! The current head of the Taiji sect is your grandfather’s younger brother, and I, Yang Tianshui, have to call your grandfather the third son. Uncle, after all, I am still your cousin!"

"What?" YangMeng knew that Yang Zaitian was from the Taiji Sect, but he never expected that the current head of the Taiji Sect was actually his grandfather's brother, which was so shocking.

Seeing Yang Meng's shocked face, Yang Tianshui thought he didn't believe it, so he quickly said, "It doesn't matter if you don't believe me, senior brother Gu Jingxuan from the Wuji Gate is still in the Taiji Gate, and he is by your grandfather's side. It’s been decades, you should believe him, right?”

"Uncle Gu is in Taiji Gate?" YangMeng frowned, and said, "Okay, I'll go to Taiji Gate! But I won't go with you, your speed is too slow. Give me a guide, and I'll go by myself! "

"Too slow?" Yang Tianshui glanced at the people behind him, and said, "Not too slow! We were only delayed for a little time in the thick fog outside, and the rest...Gah..."

But only half of the words were spoken, Yang Tianshui was speechless, his eyes popped open, he stared into the air in surprise, his mouth opened so wide that his jaw almost fell off.

The performance of those Taijimen boys was not much better, their eyes were wide open, as if they had seen a ghost.

Why do they all look shocked?

It turned out that when Yang Tianshui was still chattering, Yang Meng's toes lightly touched the ground and floated up, and Xiang Yu and Yang Yi followed suit.

You know, when the cultivation base reaches the Innate Second Layer, you can already fly in the sky for a short time. As long as you don't fly at high speed in the sky for a long time, even floating in the sky for an hour is no problem.

"This, what the hell is going on? According to Senior Brother Gu, Xiao Meng is only 26 years old, and he only started practicing half a year ago. No matter how evil his aptitude is, he can't do it in just half a year. The innate realm of cultivating Dao here! Illusion, this must be an illusion!" Yang Tianshui roared in his heart, YangMeng's behavior had already broken his worldview and values.

"Gollum!"

Swallowing his saliva with difficulty, Yang Han tugged Yang Tianshui's arm lightly, and said, "Daddy, hit me!"

Hearing this, Yang Tianshui raised his hand, swung it round and slapped it out.

"Snapped!"

With a crisp sound, Yang Tianshui slapped his mouth really hard, and directly sent his son flying two or three meters away.

YangMeng was taken aback, and thought to himself: "What kind of style does my cheap cousin have, why is it okay to beat my son?"

"Hey! Dad, are you being gentle? Am I your own?" Yang Han fell heavily to the ground, covering his cheek with his right hand and lamenting repeatedly.

Yang Tianshui rubbed his hands embarrassingly, and quickly went to help him up, saying: "Hey, I didn't realize it for a while, so I hit you hard. Besides, didn't you let me beat you?"

"Hmph..." Yang Han covered his right face and whispered, "I'll tell my mother later that you won't be able to sleep in bed for a week."

"Why did I give birth to such a prodigal son like you!" Yang Tianshui slapped Yang Han on the back of the head again depressed.

Fortunately, Yang Han is a martial arts practitioner, with rough skin and thick flesh, so he is not afraid of being thrown a few times by his father.

YangMeng looked at the father and son amusedly in mid-air, and said, "Well, Uncle Tang, right? Give me a guide, and I'll go to Taijimen right now!"

(End of this chapter)