The First Evil Emperor of Martial Arts

"Yang Gong's treasure house was born, outside Chang'an City, in the Ci'en Temple!"

Like a bang, at noon, a news spread all over Chang'an, the people of the court, the people in the rivers and lakes, the three religions and the nine streams all rushed to the Ci'en Temple!

Yang Zheng was also a member of the crowd, but unlike ordinary people, he held a stunning beauty and flew from the sky above Chang'an City to the Ci'en Temple.

This time, Yang Zheng only brought Fu Junxi with him, and the rest of the beauties were all sent to the Evil Emperor's Cave for cultivation. Because he knew that, except for Fu Junxi, who was in the Grand Master realm, the other beauties could hardly achieve any effect. Instead, accidents might occur. If the beauty was damaged, it would not be worth the loss.

"Jun Hui, this time I should be able to meet Sister Hui. Although Sister Hui is called the number one demon girl in the world, she is a very nice person."

While flying towards the destination, Yang Zheng introduced Fu Junyu to Fu Junyu.

"The number one witch in the world?"

Yan Zhenzhen leaned her head against Yang Zhengxiong's mouth and whispered.

"No matter how evil she is in the eyes of the world, in my eyes, she will always be my sister, my sister!"

The temple appeared in Yang Zheng's sight, and after saying a word, he flew down.

It was as if she was in that temple, and after leaving that day, she never saw him again, and he couldn't wait to see her. Not only is he longing for the body, what he wants more is the spiritual communication with the girl, the sense of conquest and love that is one with the world's number one demon spirit and flesh!

Yang Zheng, I Yang Zheng, in this world of martial arts, my favorite is that demon girl! Aww, a demon girl that only belongs to me, Yang Zheng!

"boom!"

At the moment when it was about to land, the surging sword qi suddenly came!

"Humph!"

Yang Zheng snorted coldly and slapped the palm of his right hand, directly dissipating the surging sword energy, and flew into the temple with Fu Junxi in his arms.

On the ground, there was a group of monks on one side, and on the other side was a swordsman. The swordsman was wearing a straw hat, wearing a scorpion, and a long sword in his hand shone with a cold light.

Just now, it was the knife energy that this knife `keep used!

"Young man, this road is dead!"

The swordsman held the sword and looked at Yang Zheng coldly.

"Amitabha, the Ci'en Temple is closed, this little benefactor please come back."

At this time, an old monk shouted a Buddha's name and said to Yang Zheng.

"You Buddhist monk Liaokong saw this young master and could only run for his life. What do you have to do?" Yang Zheng glanced over the monks and landed on the swordsman: "Your swordsmanship is good, It's a pity that it is far inferior to this son, and if you apply for a name, this son will not kill the unknown!"

"Knife?" The knife raised his brows, looked at Yang Zheng, and said coldly, "Left-handed knife, Feng Han!"

Left-handed knife, Feng Han!

It turned out to be the left-handed knife Fenghan, no wonder he was so arrogant!

However, to no avail! No matter how powerful the left-handed knife is, it is only in the Grandmaster realm. Compared with the current No. 1 in the black list, Lang Fanyun, whether the poisonous hand is dry or the left-handed knife is cold, is too far away! The top ten masters of the black list, some were beheaded, some were half-step masters, some were masters, only the waves turned clouds and crossed the innate realm, they were already great masters, and they had already begun to understand the artistic conception of breaking Su Void!

Therefore, even if Feng Han is in the top three of the black list, and he is a master of the Dao of the Sword, it is useless to Yang Zheng!

"For Lang Fanyun's sake, my son won't kill you!"

Yang Zheng glanced at Feng Han indifferently, and was about to fly behind the temple. Although I can't remember the exact location of Yanggong's treasure house in the original book, since there are master masters blocking the way, it must be in the Ci'en Temple.

This martial arts world is very different from the original, and it is normal for the location and events to change. For example, in the original work, Feng Han, the left-handed knife, is absolutely impossible to appear in the incident of Yang Gong's treasure house.

"Kill me? Ask me about the knife in my hand first!"

Feng Han crossed the sword and blocked in front of Yang Zheng.

"Is it?"

Yang Zheng chuckled lightly, and then his complexion instantly became extremely sinister, and the imposing aura of the innate realm burst out in an instant. "Heaven and Earth Yin Yang" and "Heaven's Secret", two great feats, gave him a very strange temperament at this moment! One side is evil, the other side is domineering, and the other side is the righteous way!

It is because of this strange temperament that Yang Zheng at this moment is like the gods and demons in the ancient times. He is both domineering and ferocious, but also majestic and holy. A look can make the opponent's heart tremble, even if the opponent is a grandmaster!

"Whoa!"

The long knife in Feng Han's hand was broken inch by inch and scattered on the ground. Feng Han was stunned in place, looking at the knife in disbelief that there was only a small piece left in his hand, his knife, the knife he used to kill the enemy, the knife that had followed him for more than ten years, now it shattered silently!

"The devil!"

The old monk opened his eyes wide, looked at Yang Zheng in disbelief, exclaimed, sat down with his legs crossed, and unwrapped his hands, but when Yang Zhengxie smiled and glanced at it, the old monk trembled and collapsed to the ground!

This old monk, who only has the strength of a first-class master, wants to forge the true seal of Buddhism to stop Yang Zheng, but he can't even resist Yang Zheng's look!

"I'm here just to find someone in my heart."

Yang Zheng whispered and hugged Fu Junyu, like the wind, like a phantom, swept into the depths of the temple.

After a long time, Feng Han, who was standing still, came back to his senses, and at this moment there was only a sigh.

"The devil...the devil...the devil is alive!"

On the ground, the old monk pointed in the direction where Yang Zheng was running, his whole body was shaking, as if he saw Yang Zheng's past and future!

(Five more delivery, thanks to the comrades for the flowers and various tickets, let's continue tomorrow!) ..