The three brothers had just gathered together, and this end was already a strong wind. The four saint disciples who were in charge of the army and questioned the crime had arrived one after another.

He Qiyang was the first to fly away, but the first to arrive was Zhang Fanluo in Confucian costume. Zhang Fanluo did not speak, but just looked at the three of them carefully, his eyes were extremely quiet. Not far behind him, the woman named Mu Jin was already standing there at some time, with a graceful figure and looking at Yang Wenyuan, her eyes were quite unkind.

Once again, He Qiyang arrived after a gust of wind, and many four saint disciples appeared one after another. He Qiyang cursed, "Little thief, he actually stole my spirit beast and polluted the holy realm. It is obvious that you are having a big deal. Why don't you kneel down and carry a thorn and follow me to the saint's place to apologize!"

He used to be a scholar of the Imperial Academy. After entering the mountain, he liked to raise all kinds of rare beasts. Yang Que and Yang Wenyuan roasted his colorful antelope, which was equivalent to touching his reverse scales, and was extremely angry. However, he had a bit of elegant style and did not attack the three of them on the spot. He suppressed his emotions, but his face kept twitching because of the suppressed anger.

"We are guests in Lewangshan, and you are the masters. It is natural to entertain our guests. How can there be such a stingy master? You are still beating and killing your sheep. You are not afraid that everyone in the world will laugh. Lewangshan is so stingy." Yang Wenyuan shook his head and smiled. The black face was like a dusty Chu Tao, and he spoke with a sarcastic and sarcastic expression. He really made people's lungs irritated.

"You!" He Qiyang raised his chest, his white beard stirred in his chest, "You have not only roasted a sheep, but the last time my Nine-tailed Thorn Carp disappeared for life! The Earth Mother Spirit Turtle was gone two days ago! I wonder where these spirit birds have gone, and now they have all been caught. You wait for two of you, you are simply thieves! If the saint had not had the fate, I would kill you two on the spot, so as not to cause you two disasters in the future!"

The faces of the four saints around also showed a bit of unconcealed anger, but this anger brought a bit of disgust. In the eyes of the four saints, Yang Que and Yang Wenyuan were just two little people who were captured by the four saints. They were strictly controlled by the two kings because they were born into the inheritance of the "King of Yama" Luo Sen. They looked at the two of them. They were like looking at two mortals struggling in the quagmire, and they felt that they had completely abandoned themselves without knowing what their future and destiny were. So they looked down on them a little. Now their arrogance and impolitement are deeply rooted in people's hearts, which makes people both disdain and sympathize with them.

As soon as He Qiyang finished speaking, Zhang Fanluo's voice became faint, "Why do you have to worry too much? They are in the mountains of kings. The Four Saints have not punished you. They have given you favors, but now they have not repented many times. Justice punishment!"

Zhang Fanluo's eyes immediately fell on Yang Ze. He continued, "Yang Ze, your name is the number one in the Academy. Now he is considered a member of the Kings Mountains. Come here. We will not make things difficult for you."

Yang Ze smiled, "I don't know who you are, why should I be with you."

Hearing Yang Ze's tone, Mu Jin said, "Did you always be the only one who passes through the Putianyuan? We are all your senior brothers and sisters. You may be a genius, but here are all people that you cannot reach. When you are a newcomer, you don't expect you to be cautious, but you should abide by some rules."

These words are not only a reminder, but also a warning. Everyone saw that Yang Ze and Yang Que and Yang Wenyuan had a different relationship, so it was also a warning.

It was obviously the first time that Yang Que and Yang Wenyuan learned the reason for Yang Ze's arrival, and there were many surprises in his eyes. Just before that, they thought that Yang Ze was still in exile outside the world, and what they saw was just an illusion.

Yang Ze bowed lightly, "It turns out to be my senior brothers and sisters. I'm going to know that these two are my brothers. Maybe they don't know the rules of Kings Mountain, so I hope you can forgive me." There are all disciples of Kings Mountain in front of him. Yang Ze could not know how strong the other party was. Even if he didn't know, judging from the perverted cultivation of the Four Saints, their disciples would definitely have strong strength reserves. If the three brothers and the other party were beaten up in a group, there would be no need for Yang Ze to fight such an inconsistency. If they could achieve a happy situation in just a few words, why not?

However, as soon as these words were spoken, everyone's expressions changed suddenly.

"brother!?"

"Bold! You actually made friends with demons!"

"Do you know what they have committed, and did you plan to step into the Kings Mountain? Kings Mountain cannot tolerate thieves."

Although Yang Ze did not want to have conflicts with the Four Saints disciples, the anger in his heart gradually rose when he heard these words.

At this moment, a big hand grabbed his shoulder and pulled him behind him.

Yang Que took a step, and his generous figure stood in front of everyone, grinning, "Why do you say so much? Want to kill evil? Just come and kill me."

He was alone in the mountains of Kings, standing in front of many four saint disciples with unfathomable cultivation.

"Boy arrogant!" He Qiyang roared. He had already been in full swing because his spiritual bird was repeatedly stolen. He was just patient just now. Now when he saw Yang Que, his whole body's skills suddenly improved to the peak!

He raised his hand and poked his finger at the void and painted it. As he pointed the way, two rows of golden lights were formed in the void, and the book said: "The way of immortality is worth living, and the person is infinitely conscientious."

These words seem to gather strength and beneath the head, and have reached the point of transcending the qi.

Yang Zetian Xuan's third-grade cultivation was controlled, so the current reputation of these golden characters was extremely amazing to him, as if the heaven and earth in front of him had instantly darkened, leaving only these two rows of cursive scripts extremely dazzling. At the same time, the courage was coming, as if he was about to crush his ribs and his heart.

He Qiyang was born in the Imperial Academy and his practice was nothing more than cursive script. This article "The Sutra of the Supreme Cave Heaven Saving People" has already contained half of the artistic conception. It shows that He Qiyang's cultivation is amazing.

What made Yang Zeran stand up to him was not He Qiyang's cursive script. If his cultivation was not controlled, he could break He Qiyang's cursive script by comprehension of the Kunlun Storm and Tides of Xuanyuan Codtian. However, He Qiyang is only one of the four saints disciples, and his cultivation is definitely not the highest. There are seven other four saint disciples present, among which the hidden dragon and clenched tiger. It is conceivable that even if his cultivation is not controlled, it is definitely difficult!

Yang Ze's judgment was just that He Qiyang was angry and attacked his heart. The cursive script he took had a grand momentum, reaching the power of half the artistic conception, and it was magnificent and unstoppable. It was like pressing the three of them into a meat pie. Yang Ze closed his eyes and was just waiting to ignore it, so that the old man of the Yuanshen opened up the Qi Sea closed by the Four Saints and restored his cultivation and used his full strength. However, he saw Yang Que, the eldest brother who was blocking him, stepped forward again and again.

The cursive script of He Qiyang was magnificent and hit him. At this time, there were a hundred cows, and he was afraid that he would have been blown into a pile of flesh and blood by his hand. However, Yang Que met with his flesh and blood.

Without time to warn, Yang Que took a step, his hands turned around his wrists around his waist, and in the vacuum opposite his palms, it seemed like a hole was opened. A black Lilong suddenly poked his head out of the hole. The black dragon protruded his head and quickly became a big wrist. He wrapped his wrist and rotated up from Yang Que's wrist and hand. Then he leaned out with majestic hands. The dragon head with long teeth and claws turned into a black spear tip.

The dragon's body turned into a gun, and the tip of the gun popped out from Yang Que's wrist, shooting towards the golden cursive script that He Qiyang pressed. "The way of immortality is worth living, and the people are infinitely conscientious." Although these eight cursive scripts are also entangled like dragons and phoenixes, they immediately appear pale in front of the gun body transformed by Yang Que's black dragon.

When He Qiyang saw the black dragon, his face changed suddenly, and his hands spread out like a fan on the left and right sides. In an instant, eight handwritten golden characters were disassembled and separated in the air, and suddenly expanded. The eight characters opened and unpredictable, and they were snatched towards Yang Que in different directions.

However, the eight characters suddenly unfolded extremely terrifyingly, but Yang Que's black dragon spear was no slower than it. Eight rays were handed out in an instant, and eight big characters were accurately hit. "Immortal" collapsed, "Tao" collapsed, and the other "prime", "non", "quantity", "degree" and "degree" were also destroyed one after another, and even the last word "man". The cursive golden characters with half of the artistic conception were all defeated in front of the black dragon spear that Yang Que reached out.

He Qiyang's lifelong skills lie in the collapse of this grass. He Qiyang was inspired by the aftermath, and his body pulled back with an arrow. He no longer had the arrogance and anger he had just now. He had already changed his expression, "God of Yama returned the shot!"

Before He Qiyang could finish his speech, Yang Que jumped up with a tall and mighty body, and the black dragon spear in his hand was like a king looking down on the world, domineering and scattering left and right. The points they took were all the places where the four saints personally passed down their disciples.

There is the strange girl from Lancangyuan, the unfathomable Zhang Fanluo...

He actually fought against the disciples of the four saints on the Kings Mountain with his own strength.

What aspiration is this?

Hibiscus held out a crescent moon in his hand, collided with the tip of the black dragon spear, and his figure quickly left.

Zhang Fanluo also transformed into several shadows, and was pulled by the black dragon spear and dodged away by dodging and appeared dozens of steps later.

As soon as he saw the evil power of "King of Yama" reappearing in the world, the four saints disciples were also a little confused and retreated one after another, not taking on the battle.

With one blow, all the disciples passed away. Yang Que stood up and fought. The gun turned into a black dragon and walked around him. The power of thunder that added to his face.

The God of Yama's return is from the inheritance of the magic gun King of Yama, the leading practitioner of Gaowen Kingdom, Luo Sen!

If Luo Sen had no means, how could the Four Saints have taken action at the same time for him and captured him back to the Mountain of Kings and placed him under the permanent guard of the Four Saints, and must die.

Having said that, how powerful is Luo Sen, the "King of Yama" who is only afraid of the four great saints? If his true evil skills are really found to be the right successor, then the power of his inheritance will be even afraid of the four great saints.
Chapter completed!