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Chapter 33 Obtained a three-pointed two-edged sword, and the Roaring Sky Dog was born!

"Ow!"

The three-headed dragon is in pain.

It has endured pain that life has never endured!

Yang Jian's angry punch knocked the three dragons to the ground.

Then, Yang Jian pressed the huge body of the three dragons under him, and beat its three heads in turn.

The golden fist light rose and fell, each attack leaving unforgettable pain to the three dragons.

"Ow!"

"stop fighting!"

"Great Immortal! Great Immortal, stop fighting!"

"I'm not going to slap you in the face!"

Yang Jian didn't reply, nor did he stop punching.

The three dragons could see it from Yang Jian's cold and unmoving expression.

This human race must be beaten to death!
The three dragons want to cry.

It has been practicing at the bottom of the river, and only dares to come out when it reaches the realm of immortals.

It's only been a few days, why should it be allowed to go through all this cruelty?

Suddenly, an idea flashed in the heads of the three dragons.

"Daxian!"

"I have not harmed any human race!"

"Ow!!"

"Daxian!"

"Those people are all in my cave! They are unharmed!"

Upon hearing this, Yang Jian put away his offensive.

He stood up and pinched the seven inches of the three dragons with his right hand.

The three-headed dragon suffered from pain and shrank its size very well.

This allowed Yang Jian to catch himself without causing too much pain.

It has understood, in front of this perverted human race.

You can't run away.

In order to avoid being beaten to death by him, he had to cooperate obediently.

Yang Jian walked into the cave and found that there were indeed many human beings inside.

After some questioning, I learned that they were all villagers from Xiaojiang Village.

After the three dragons captured them, they did not harm anyone.

But it always looked at the kidnapped woman lustfully.

Obviously malicious.

Hearing this, Yang Jian couldn't help but use his right hand a little harder.

The three-headed dragon rolled his eyes and almost left like this.

After rescuing the villagers, Yang Jian came to the little black dog.

I reached out and touched it gently, and found that this little black dog was still breathing weakly!
A villager on the side exclaimed: "Ah! It's this little black dog!"

"This is a wild dog in the mountains. When the evil dragon came, it came to the village and barked, but we didn't know what it was barking. Now that I think about it, it should be a reminder to run away."

Yang Jian's brows turned cold, and he beat the three dragons violently!
While beating him violently, he whispered: "Destroying farmland, kidnapping people, trying to bully village girls, and hurt puppies."

"Damn!"

The three dragons were shocked!

It recognized all the things this human race said.

It’s not very serious!
Why did he die? !
"Ouch! I can make up for it!"

boom.

He was punched by Yang Jian.

“I can restore farmland.”

Boom!

Another two punches.

"I can send these villagers back and apologize to them!"

Bang bang bang!
Yang Jian's fists continued.

The three-headed dragon cried. It felt that this human race just wanted to kill it.
It risked its life for its own life.

"Oh, I can still save this dog."

Yang Jian closed his fist and stood up.

He looked at the three dragons without moving his eyes and said nothing.

Tears dripped from the corners of the eyes of the three dragons.

The prehistoric era is too cruel!

If I had known it would have been lingering at the bottom of the river.He opened his mouth and spit out a bead filled with demonic and dragon energy.

The three dragons looked pained.

"This is my dragon ball. Feed this puppy and it will have it."

When Yang Jian heard this, he immediately grabbed the dragon ball and stuffed it into the mouth of the dying puppy.

"It may evolve and live, or it may die immediately."

Seeing Yang Jian suddenly turning his head, the three dragons shut up and stopped talking.

That dragon ball is the essence of its lifelong cultivation!
It’s really hard to say whether this dog can digest it.

Judging from the appearance of this human race, the three-headed dragon knew it.

If this little black dog dies, it will definitely be beaten to death by this human race.

Yang Jian picked up the little black dog and gave him a powerful look.

The three dragons immediately lay down on the ground, waited for the villagers to stand up, and flew to Xiaojiang Village.

Yang Jian returned victoriously.

The villagers cheered.

Erluzi embraced his wife with great joy.

After the three dragons restored all the farmland, Yang Jian took it to the stone wall.

He said coldly: "Although you have not committed any great evil, I cannot leave you outside."

"Lest you do evil in the future."

When the three dragons heard this, they decided to kill it!
He huddled on the spot and said quickly: "I see the great immortal fighting with great majesty, but I lack a handy weapon."

"The innate magical power of my clan can be transformed into the spiritual treasure 'three-pointed two-edged sword', and it can be transformed into a dragon and remain within it as a weapon spirit."

"I beg the Great Immortal to show mercy and not to destroy my true spirit. Let me turn into a weapon and accompany the Great Immortal to fight and kill the enemy."

With that said, the three dragons moved forward and released a drop of blood essence, hoping to recognize Yang Jian as their master.

Yang Jian frowned slightly and touched the blood essence lightly.

He suddenly had a wonderful connection with the three dragons in front of him.

Now, he is the master of the three dragons, and its life and death depend on his own thoughts!
He also understood that the three dragons had not deceived him, and that it was irreversible for his clan to turn into weapons.

In other words, once a soldier, always a soldier.

Yang Jian wanted to refuse, but somewhere in the dark, he had a feeling.

This will be the best spiritual treasure for you!
Seeing that Yang Jian agreed, the three dragons breathed a sigh of relief.

Just make weapons, it's better than being beaten to death.

A strong light emanated from the bodies of the three dragons.

When the light dissipated, a three-pronged knife-shaped weapon at the height of Yang Jian's chest appeared in front of Yang Jian's eyes.

Looking at this cold, powerful, and completely different spirit treasure in front of me.

Yang Jian involuntarily stepped forward to hold it, and a feeling of heart-to-heart connection appeared between him and the weapon.

A smile appeared at the corner of Yang Jian's mouth.

"Three-pointed and two-edged knife."

"It suits me."

Holding the sleeping little black dog in his arms, Yang Jian turned into a stream of light and flew across the sky.

When we returned to Wuliang Immortal Temple, the moon was already hanging on the branches.

The pilgrims have finished offering incense and gone home.

Zi Meng saw his senior brother Yang Jian returning with weapons and puppies in his arms.

Can not help but wonder.

After Yang Jian explained, he understood the reason.

Yang Jian felt anxious when he saw that the little black dog was breathing long but still not waking up.

"Junior brother, I want to ask Master to save this little black dog."

Zi Shou saw that Yang Jian was anxious and told him not to panic. "Senior brother, don't worry, Master will definitely have a way."

The inner world of the Immortal Temple.

Li Wuliang looked at Yang Jian's outfit and thought to himself.

The all-powerful God of War is now quite impressive!
A stream of light emitted from Li Wuliang's hand and flew towards the little black dog.

Suddenly, a huge black dog phantom appeared in mid-air, looking at the sky from a distance, and let out a fierce roar.

"Roar!!!"

Li Wuliang smiled slightly.

"Yang Jian, it's fine. It's evolving. Just wait until it wakes up."

After Yang Jian thanked Li Wuliang, he returned to the room.

Stroking the little black dog in her arms.

He murmured softly: "If you roar to the sky, you can be called Roaring Sky Dog."

The sleeping Roaring Dog seemed to be very satisfied with the name, and its tail shook slightly.

(End of this chapter)