I Am Erlang God Yang Jian

"boom!"

Yang Jian's momentum has skyrocketed in vain!

The late stage of refining and gasification!

The momentum did not stop and climbed again.

The foundation-building period of refining and refining gods.

The sky is still the same day, and the earth is still the same.

Yang Jian's field of vision was completely different, and it became extremely clear.

Because, he can see everything around him without opening his eyes.

Randy who was waiting quietly, the star who was sleeping soundly.

All this appears in the eyes.

Yang Jian finally entered the refining and spiritual transformation, which is the foundation-building stage of the cultivation world.

Entering the foundation-building stage, the consciousness returned to its place, but Yang Jian did not stop extending, he wanted to see how far the consciousness could go.

When the consciousness extended to a radius of fifty miles, there was a tingling pain in the sea of ​​consciousness, Yang Jian hurriedly retracted the consciousness, and was shocked.

"How can this happen? Is it because of the rebirth of the house? My spiritual sense is far beyond the previous life?" Yang Jian retracted his spiritual sense, doubting in his heart, and couldn't figure out what would change his spiritual sense. Unfortunately, he would think about it for a while. not out.

Yang Jian is not dead brains, his consciousness has become stronger, which is naturally beneficial.

From this moment on, Yang Jian, who possesses divine consciousness, has undergone earth-shaking changes in his strength.

Entering the foundation-building stage, Yang Jian can do some things before.

Such as refining magic tools!

Like making talismans!

Such as flying swordsman!

It can be said that Yang Jian is about to start to be arrogant.

.......

When Yang Jian entered the foundation-building period, his spirit and spirit had undergone tremendous changes. If he seemed to be weak before, but now, he would feel a coercion, a coercion of victory.

Building a foundation, building a foundation, is a change.

A step in repair.

During the foundation-building stage, as long as the true essence reaches a certain level, the golden core can be condensed, and then it is the golden core cultivator.

This is too ambitious for Yang Jian for the time being, and the top priority is to deal with the things in front of him.

With the help of Yang Jian, Randy absorbed the elixir and successfully entered the mid-stage, becoming a mid-level ninth-level magician.

A medicinal pill can raise a small rank, such a big deal, I am afraid that only Yang Jian can do this kind of thing on the mainland.

It is easy to cross from the early stage to the middle stage. I am afraid no one will believe it. After all, there is no doubt about the qualifications to become a ninth-level powerhouse. Even so, it often takes several years to break through a small rank. As for, It is even rarer to break through to the stars at the ninth level.

Randy's blessings will make others envious. …

In the mid-term, Randy couldn't come back to his senses, even if he became a ninth-level powerhouse at the beginning, he was not as excited as he is now.

Randy seemed to see the gates of the sanctuary open open.

"I'll be back!" Randy clenched his fists.

.......

After doing things well, Yang Jian did not stay any longer.

There are many treasures in the forest of Warcraft, and the most important thing right now is the dark secret realm.

Before going to the dark secret realm, I should go and see the ninth-level warrior.

When he came, Yang Jian relied on the earth escape technique.

Going back, of course it doesn't have to be that troublesome.

The low-grade flying sword, which was hastily refined in the cave, walked directly with the sword, and replaced the shotgun with the cannon, so there was no need to bother.

What Randy did to his master was not surprising for a long time, but when he saw Yukong flying, he was still shocked. How sacred is his master, he has never heard of flying below the ninth level.

This question has troubled Randy for a long time, and after contacting Cultivation, he realized it.

After a long time, Yang Jian returned to Snow Wind City.

Now he has a high status in the family, and no one dares to disturb him in retreat.

So, returning to Snow Wind City, Yang Jian, under the guidance of Randy, looked for the sealed ninth-level warrior.

Coincidentally, this ninth-level warrior has been living silently in Snow Wind City.

Led by Randy, Yang Jian came to a stinky and poor slum.

"Master, my friend has become a little grumpy since his fighting qi was sealed in 3.2. If he is disrespectful later, please don't mind, he is also a pitiful person!" Randy sneered, in order not to be ugly later, or Decided to remind.

Yang Jian could feel the pain of a ninth-level powerhouse losing his strength, and naturally he wouldn't mind.

"Do not worry!"

The poor and the poor are a unique feature of Snowstorm, no matter what big city there is such a place.

It was hard for Yang Jian to imagine that a level [-] powerhouse would live in such a place.

The blow is not ordinary.

Fortunately, it would be at night, and the ghetto would be quiet.

"It's just a turn ahead, and I don't know if the old guy is okay recently!" Randy sighed.

With divine consciousness, Yang Jian saw the scene ahead in advance.

"Hey, that breath is so familiar, it seems, yes, a bright breath!"

Yang Jian's face changed. .

Chapter 336

Luo Fei's life has been miserable.

For example, the embarrassed Xiang who was besieged and killed today.

"The Holy See of the Dog!"

In the dilapidated and damp wooden house, Luo Fei was close to the door, holding a large sword with cold light in his hand, and his thick arm shot out several blue veins. The whole person was like an unsheathed sword, sharp and sharp. lethality.

Losing his fighting spirit, Luo Fei is no longer the ninth-level warrior he once was. He is just an old blacksmith who relies on alcoholism. He has settled in this small town for life, and has only a big hand sword that has fought.

Luo Fei has lived for five years for such a stealing life.

Five years, time can erase everything.

It takes away the arrogance that a ninth-level warrior should have, but it cannot erase the fighting spirit that a ninth-level warrior should have.

"It's just right, rather than living in pain, it's better to die in a vigorous battle!" Luo Fei said goodbye in his eyes, looking at the big sword in his hand with a soft gaze, stroking the icy blade, recalling the crimson bloody ambition.

"break!"

The broken wooden door was suddenly torn apart, making a loud noise.

Losing his grudge, Luo Fei was still agile.

"Target found!"

"Here, here!"

The black-clothed warriors were scattered all over the place, and they moved towards this place in an instant. More than a dozen black-clothed warriors surrounded the wooden house.

Xiao killing aura radiated from them without concealment.

Luo Fei's broken axe is heavy, and he no longer intends to steal 12 lives.

"Luo Fei, we met again, I didn't expect you to be willing to hide here!"

Among the black-clothed warriors, a white-armored knight stepped out, who was a member of the referee legion.

Luo Fei put the big sword on the ground, put his hands behind God, did not care about the warrior in black, and said lightly: "There is nothing to be unwilling, I have long expected this day to come!"

Moore was a member of the Inquisition Army, responsible for arresting heretics who rebelled against the Holy See.

Rofe is one of the heretics.

Five years ago, Moore followed the captain to track Luo Fei. As a result, the captain was injured, so he has today's status. In order to catch Luo Fei, he spent countless time and energy, and today he finally got something.

No one would have thought that Luo Fei, the ninth-level warrior, would hide in a remote town.

Moore sneered: "You heretical, you will definitely be punished by God, one, two or three teams, quickly arrest Luo Fei!"

At first Moore was afraid of Luo Fei's strength, today everything will be different...

Lost vindictiveness, a ninth-level warrior, and a sick cat.

Moore thought it would be a waste to use one, two, or three squads to shoot. After all, the strength of the fighters in the squads all reached the sixth to seventh level.

Fifteen Holy See warriors, dealing with a ninth-level warrior without grudge, the result is self-evident...

"kill!"

After all, a ninth-level warrior is a ninth-level warrior. A tiger without claws is still a tiger. How can the tiger's power be comparable to ordinary people? Luo Fei's great sword is sent forward, and it is as powerful as Mount Tai stabs a sixth-level warrior.

"puff!"

Approaching the sixth-level warrior, the sword stance changed in vain, turned into a cold light, slashed his throat, and blood spurted out.

The sixth-level soldier fell to the ground with an unwilling look.

Luo Fei lived in misery for five years, honing his sword skills, and reaching a level of returning to the basics.

Moore's expression did not change, Luo Fei's performance was already in the calculation, even if a ninth-level soldier loses his fighting spirit, his vision has not been lost, how easy it is to deal with it.

That's all there is to it!

"Luo Fei, don't resist, you can't escape today!"