The First Evil Emperor of Martial Arts

"Thousands of threads!"

Yun Piaopiao hits the flying rope. This move is a move in his signature martial art "Nine Forms of Suo Ming". The colorful ribbons are flying in such a dense manner that they seem to be bound to Yang Zheng!

"You Cailing is not bad, just used to tie yourself up."

Yang Zheng smiled, his big hand came out, just like that, he grabbed the Cai Ling in his hand, and then pulled hard, the clouds fluttered~ his face changed, he didn't want to let go, and Yang Zheng pulled it into Yang Zheng's arms. middle!

And that Cailing has bound her even more!

At this moment, Yun Piao Piao is a bound beauty, stuck in Yang Zheng's arms!

"Ha ha!"

With Nuan Yu and Wen Xiang in his arms, Yang Zheng couldn't help laughing.

This cloud is fluttering, and there is no need to say about her appearance and figure, so sticking in her arms makes Yang Zheng feel a different kind of carefree~ This woman needs a lesson, and she has to suffer a little!

"Ah! Dengzizi! Let me go!"

Yun Piao Piao shouted, and his body twisted for a while, and this twist would inevitably come into contact with Yang Zheng's body.

"My son has decided, from now on, you will stay by my side, be a personal maid, and make a good transformation!"

Naturally, Yang Zheng wouldn't let go, and with a big hand, he pulled into his arms, making the demon girl stick closer to his body.

"Let go!"

At this time, Xiang Wuhen finally opened his mouth, his face was rather cold and arrogant, he put the treasured sword of the divine weapon grade behind him, and actually took out a pair of flying rings.

This fellow, didn't he get the inheritance of the Thunder Blade, why is he still using this flying ring?

This pair of flying rings, mysterious light flowing, looks like an extraordinary thing, and it is also the grade of the gods of the earth, and the material is quite special.

"Xiang Wuhen, why, do you want to use your flying ring to fight this young master? Hehe, your flying ring is not good, so what "Reincarnation Ten Masters" is not worth seeing, you still return to Shuang~ Feibao, will you Bring the Thunder Sword and use the "Purple Thunder Sword Technique" to fight this young master."

Yang Zheng looked at Xiang Wuhen and shook his head.

"Yang..."

Beside Feng Tian, ​​Feng Feifei hesitated to speak, and there was a hint of sadness in his expression. It turned out that she saw Yang Zheng holding the Yun Piao Piao, whose beauty was not under hers, in her arms, and she felt a little uncomfortable! However, when I thought that I had just met Yang Zheng and had no special relationship, I couldn't help but feel distressed...

"Donor, the evil person from the evil palace has retreated. Shuang~Feibao is not like the evil palace. It's better to let it go and talk together. After all, the hand of the gods has been seriously injured."

An old monk opened his mouth, this old monk, with extraordinary cultivation and full of true energy, is the Miaoshan monk who presides over Longhua Temple.

Holy monk, want to be a middleman, come to a reconciliation.

"God monk, these two~ Feibao Xiang Wuhen, young hero and Miss Yun Piao Piao are obviously also here for the palm of the gods. They are not fundamentally different from the two people in Yixie Palace. It's better to solve them first. Guarantee the safety of the hand of God."

Yang Zheng smiled.

Just now, the Prime Minister and Martial Prime Minister of Yixie Palace escaped, but he ignored it and let the two escape. Now, the monk needs to be an intermediary to talk about reconciliation. The monk may have something to do with Xiang Wuhen, or he can see the extraordinaryness of Xiang Wuhen, but it is useless.

This pair of ~ Feibao, but they are threatening this young master to exchange the ten directions and the tiger's soul for Song Que!

Yun Piao Piao has already been caught by this young master, how can he just let it go?

"Amitabha."

The monk shouted a Buddha's name, took a step back, and said no more.

"Item... eh?"

Yang Zheng just looked at the Wuhen when he suddenly turned his head and looked at the top of the Longhua Temple. At this moment, the golden giant Buddha on the top of the mountain was shining brighter than the previous golden-topped Buddha lamp!

This.....

Turning around again, it turned out to be Li Wuming, the descendant of the divine palm!

At this moment, Li Wuming, who was lying on the ground, radiated Buddha light all over his body, triggering the vision of a giant Buddha on the top of Lingyun Peak!

Buddha light now!

Inherit it!

This divine palm successor is about to release the divine palm inheritance!

"I, Li Wuming, met by fate and learned the three-style divine palm. I died today and passed the divine palm to this son. I hope this son can carry forward the divine palm."

With a sigh, Li Wuming in the Buddha's light, his flesh and body actually became nothingness, and then the primordial spirit came out of the body, and the next moment went away with the Buddha's light!

This scene reminded Yang Zheng of the scene where the Eagle Fate Living Buddha ascended in the Jokhang Temple, and he just thought it was quite miraculous.

What happened even more miraculously, when the Buddha's light disappeared, Li Wuming completely disappeared, the flesh ~ body disappeared, there was only a battle armor on the ground, a golden weapon with a strange shape, and seven relics of different colors!

That weapon is like a sword, not a sword, like a stick, not a stick, with Buddha light flowing on it!

This weapon is a Buddhist soldier!

"Could that be the legendary symbol of the successor of the palm of the gods... Fire Cloud Battle Armor and Wanhua Golden Dragon Conquer!"

"Jinlongduo! One of the nine Buddhist soldiers brought back by the holy monk Xuanzang from the Buddhist kingdom of Tianzhu!"

"Isn't this kid Long Ge'er, a lay disciple of this temple, why, he has become a descendant of the palm of God?"

Several guardian monks in Longhua Temple recognized the things on the ground and spoke out one by one.

"Amitabha, everyone, Long Ge'er is already a descendant of the palm of the gods, please bear witness."

Monk Miaoshan opened his mouth, the potential meaning of this opening is that Longhua Temple wants to protect Long Geer, whether it is Yang Zheng or Shuang~Feibao Xiang Wuhen, etc., if you want to seize the inheritance of the palm of the gods, The monks of Longhua Temple will definitely take action.

"Longhua Temple wants to protect this kid, okay! I, Feibao, don't want the inheritance of this divine palm! It's up to this Young Master Yang, whether he wants it or not!"

Xiang Wuhen suddenly smiled and stared at Yang Zheng.

"Master Yang..."

The monk Miaoshan spoke, but as soon as he spoke, he was interrupted by Yang Zheng!

"God monk, don't worry, this little thing is not in the eyes of this young master."

Yang Zheng looked at Xiang Wuhen and chuckled lightly.

"Impossible! You lied! Didn't you come here for the inheritance of the divine palm!"

Xiang Wuhen immediately refuted.

"Hehe, it's just a Buddhist soldier and a three-style divine palm. If I want it, I need to come here to get it. I need to **** something from a young man who has no foundation in martial arts? Xiang Wuhen, do you think this son is with you? Are the people from Shuang~Feibao as shameless? I really don’t like this little boy!”

Yang Zheng let out a laugh, grabbed Yun Piao Piao's heart with his big hand, pressed it hard, and smiled evilly: "Buddha's palm or something, it's not as interesting as this beauty! Hey, Yun Meiren, the scale of your place is very good!"

"Ah! Asshole! I'm going to kill you!"

Yun Piao Piao screamed and struggled even more.

"Unexpectedly, Young Master Yang is such a person..."

Over there, Feng Feifei felt a little sad when he saw that Yang Zheng would actually act like that.

"Uh... Young Master Yang looks a bit like this medical fairy when he was young..."

Feng Tian smiled, he thought it was nothing, a man, seeing a beautiful woman, especially a woman like Little Pepper, is normal to have a conquest. ..