The First Evil Emperor of Martial Arts

Double ~ Fly Bridge on Double ~ Fly Fort.

This double-flying castle, built on the double-flying gorge, towers into the clouds, and is connected to the peaks by thick iron chains, which is majestic and strange.

"Your place is not bad, most people can't go to the fort."

Yang Zheng walked on the thick iron rope, as if he was walking in the clouds and mist. Below this was a deep cliff. If he accidentally fell, unless he had a strong and light skill, he was afraid that he would be thrown to pieces.

This pair of ~ Feibao, easy to defend and difficult to attack, can be called a Jedi.

However, it is only for ordinary people, and for absolute masters, this block is nothing. For Yang Zheng, no matter how high these Feibao were built, even if they were built in the clouds, they wouldn't be able to stop him.

"Get on the double ~ Feibao, don't think about getting down easily!"

Ahead, Yun Piao Piao turned around and gave Yang Zheng a cold look.

"Hehe, with a beauty like you, how can this young master leave so easily. Don't worry, not to mention staying for ten days and a half months, three or five days is still fine."

Yang Zheng smiled and looked at Yun Piao Piao's back from behind. The huge iron cable was in a very high position. From time to time, the mountain wind blew up, blowing Yun Piao Piao's skirt up, revealing a pair of slender jade legs. Round as jade, it is really a rare scenery.

Yang Zheng doesn't actually have a leg fetish, but well, these fluttering legs are really fascinating, and I can't wait to bully them up and caress the jade legs...

Xiang Wuhen was further ahead, his movements were quite fast, and he remained silent, as if he was just thinking about bringing Yang Zheng into the Shuangfei Fort before making plans.

Half a day ago, the three of them left Longhua Temple. Yang Zheng made an appointment with Fengtian, a medical fairy, and they would see each other at Longhua Temple three days later. As for that Long Ge'er, Yang Zheng didn't bother to take care of it, it didn't matter to him how that guy was doing.

In his eyes, the descendant of God's Palm is too weak. Even if Long Ge'er is now trained to become the Emperor of Ten Thousand Buddhas, Yang Zheng still has the confidence to defeat Long Ge'er!

There is also this no hatred, it turns out that even the thunder knife has not been mastered, let alone called an opponent.

In the martial arts of the Tang Dynasty, it was those old guys who made Yang Zheng's fighting spirit aroused!

Following the two of them, they swept up to the double-flying castle. When they flew into the air, a magnificent building complex appeared in front of them. The pavilions were magnificent and gorgeous, but the architectural style was different from that of the Central Plains. is a small town.

A magnificent town built on top of a hill!

There are many disciples of Feibao, all dressed in the same clothes, with solemn expressions, guarding the vital places, all kinds of bright posts and dark posts, five steps on the first floor, ten steps on a pavilion.

"The statue over there is interesting."

Yang Zheng casually pointed to the east outside a palace. In the palace square, there are many sculptures that look like dragons but not dragons.

"Humph!"

However, no one answered, Yun Piao Piao just snorted coldly, said nothing, and swept away.

"drink!"

As soon as Yang Zheng flew down, the guard shouted loudly at the same time. The sound was very neat, and it sounded like the sky. This neat and uniform shout had a tyrannical momentum, as if it was aimed at him.

"Do you want to get off the horse? Unfortunately, these guards all went up together, and they couldn't take a knife from me."

Yang Zheng shook his head secretly in his heart and landed in the huge square.

As soon as he settled down, hundreds of guards moved, and they really surrounded him!

"Huh? Xiang Wuhen, what do you mean?"

Yang Zheng smiled and asked.

This little battle is meaningless, he doesn't even bother to get angry, because ah, these hundreds of guards are really too weak. If there are hundreds of Broken Realm masters besieging him, it will be interesting, these guards, forget it.

"Take him!"

At this moment, a rough voice suddenly remembered, and at the same time a figure flew over.

Here, is a bald reckless man!

This reckless man, his skin is shiny like brass, and at first glance, he has practiced horizontal martial arts quite deeply, with a strong body and two axe in his hands.

This person is the bronze statue of the three statues of Shuang~Feibao!

Shuang~Feibao, the owner of the castle is Master Yun, that Yun Piaopiao is the daughter of Master Yun, and Xiang Wuhen is the righteous son of Master Yun. Under the lord of the castle, there are two great masters of the second ancestor and three honors, and the bronze honor is one of them.

"drink!"

Hundreds of guards shouted in unison again, step by step, surrounded Yang Zheng!

"Ah."

Yang Zheng also snorted, but it was just a laugh. He raised his right hand and slapped it directly in front of him, and a strong cyclone exploded!

"boom!"

Kunlun, the land of treasures from the heavens!

"what!"

This palm blasted, the floor in a straight line was directly lifted, all kinds of gravel flew around, and the guards who came up were blasted out one by one!

That bald man, who wanted to forcibly block Yang Zheng's palm, was directly forced to retreat thirty steps!

"what!"

"It hurts! My waist is broken!"

"How miserable! My foot is broken!"

"Ouch!"

The blasted guards lay on the ground one by one, howling.

In fact, Yang Zheng's palm didn't even use 30% of his strength. If he used 100% of his strength, Tu Kunlun, not to mention those guards, would be that bald man who would be knocked to death by a single punch!

This palm is just a small punishment.

"Boy, how dare you do it in Shuang~Feibao!"

The bald man thought that Yang Zheng was slamming with all his strength, but at this moment, he was so angry that he rushed over with two axes!

"enough!"

At this time, Xiang Wuhen finally made a sound, raised his hand, and blocked the bald man: "Tongzun, you are not his opponent, go down."

"Xiang Wuhen!"

The bald-headed man stared at him.

"This Young Master Yang, in Longhua Temple, abolished the Prime Minister of Yixie Palace's main seat in one move."

Xiang Wuhen only said one sentence and walked towards the magnificent palace.

"what?"

The bald reckless man was startled, he naturally knew who he was, Prime Minister Wen and Wu. The two disciples of Huangfuji, the master of Yixie Palace, were not very powerful experts, but ordinary people couldn't afford to offend him. Recruit them?

What's the history of this kid?

"Bronze Zun, isn't it? Your horizontal training skills are good. Next time you want to ask me for advice, first train your body to the semi-holy state."

Yang Zheng said something to the bronze statue and walked towards the palace.

"you!"

Bronze Zun's complexion instantly became extremely swollen~ red, he turned around and stared at Yang Zheng's back. He is called the bronze statue because his flesh is like metal, extremely hard. However, the distance from the sanctification of the flesh to the body is still very far away, and it is many realms away.

This kid, humiliating himself so much!

"Xiang Wuhen, ah Xiang Wuhen! You rubbish! Outsiders are bullying Shuang~Feibao, but you don't make a move, what's the majesty of Shuang~Feibao! Damn it! It's hateful!"

And at the next moment, this bronze statue hated Xiang Wuhen again!

It turned out that it was Shuang~Feibao Castle Master, who wanted to pass the position of Castle Master to Xiang Wuhen! ..