The First Evil Emperor of Martial Arts

"Medical Immortal Fengtian is here, please come out and see!"

This morning, not long after the genius lighted up, a loud voice resounded through Wanyao Villa.

Yang Zheng opened his eyes abruptly, and a golden light flashed in his eyes. He penetrated the barriers and saw the person coming.

On the tower of Wanyao Villa, there is a person standing at this moment, a bald monk. This monk is extremely young, and he is dressed in white, looking extraordinary. However, he sensed an evil spirit from the monk in white.

"Who is this monk?"

Yang Zheng raised his brows and stood up.

"Why are there people in Wanyao Villa every day? Fengtian, this guy is not good at being a human being!"

Donghai Yiqi also walked out of the other room and said with a frown.

"Maybe you want to find Mr. Feng to save people."

Yang Zheng said.

"Save people? Hmph, that guy's medical skills are average, otherwise how could he not even be able to save Linglong!"

Donghai Yiqi shook his head.

After a while, the two went outside, and Feng Tian was already one step ahead.

"Medical Immortal Fengtian, come with me!"

Unexpectedly, as soon as the monk in white saw Fengtian, he rushed down and tried to catch Fengtian!

"Who are you?"

Feng Tian's expression changed and he stepped back.

"Who am I? Hehe, you don't need to ask, just come with me!"

The white-clothed monk smiled proudly, his appearance was extraordinary, but his behavior was not at all like a monk. Between his gestures and gestures, there was an aura of being self-respecting and looking down on the world!

It seems that what he wants, he has to get it without sacrificing means!

"I know who you are! You are the traitorous monk Xuanwu who killed the first monk in Huangjue Temple!"

Feng Tian spoke suddenly and recognized the identity of the monk in white.

It turned out that this monk in white, named Xuanwu, whose master was one of the three holy monks of Huangjue Temple. The three holy monks, the eight-style mind of the guardian deity, this Xuanwu, in order to seize the mind of the gods, murdered his master and betrayed the sect, he was an evil person.

I just don't know why this Xuanwu wanted to capture Fengtian.

Yang Zheng naturally wouldn't watch Feng Tian being taken away by an evil monk. Seeing that Feng Tian had no way to retreat, he raised his right hand and slapped it at will. His energy exploded, and the monk in white flew out!

"who are you?"

The monk in white landed on the sentry tower and stared at Yang Zheng condescendingly. Although he was repelled by a slap, he still showed the attitude of self-respect.

"What are you?"

Yang Zheng chuckled and asked back.

White-clothed Xuanwu, the level of infuriating qi is only half a step broken, and with the palm of the gods, it will break the first-level combat power at most. An opponent of this level will not be able to enter the eyes of Yang Zheng.

"Thank you sir for your help."

Feng Tian retreated to Yang Zheng's side and bowed slightly.

"I'm Xuanwu, ask the medical fairy to save a person."

The monk in white looked at Yang Zheng. On the surface, he was condescending. In fact, his heart was constantly fluctuating. Since he learned the palm of his hand, let alone sweeping the younger generation of Tang Wulin, he can at least crush the vast majority of young people. The young man repulsed with a fluttering palm.

What is this young man?

"Save people? Save who?"

Yang Zheng asked with a smile.

"It has nothing to do with you!" The monk in white suddenly turned cold, cold and arrogant, staring at Yang Zheng: "I wrote down what happened today, there will be a reward in the future!"

Before the words had completely fallen, Xuanwu in white swept down the sentry tower, crossed the river in an instant, and then swept into the forest, disappearing without a trace.

"Fat, let's go!"

Yang Zheng shouted to Donghai Yiqi, and also rushed out!

"Hey, wait for this hero!"

Donghai Yiqi reacted, and as soon as he lifted his footsteps, he flew out.

"This......"

Feng Tian was stunned for a moment, then came back to his senses, and could only shake his head lightly.

......

Over the mountains and mountains, through forests and rivers.

Along the way, Yang Zheng and Donghai Yiqi both followed the white-clothed monk. The white-clothed monk was very good at light industry, much faster than Donghai Yiqi. Yang Zheng was waiting for Donghai Yiqi to catch up.

"Yang Zheng, why are we chasing this monk?"

Donghai Yiqi asked.

"The thief entered your house and wanted to steal something. Seeing that the master was so powerful, he let go of his harsh words and ran away. Don't you think it would be a scourge to let such a thief leave?"

Yang Zheng replied.

"This guy should know the palm of the Tathagata, and his martial arts are still a bit formidable. Of course, compared with you, it's far from the sky-defying pervert."

Donghai smiled oddly.

After hearing this, Yang Zheng shook his head gently. He had a hunch that he might be able to meet something extraordinary after following this monk in white. If it wasn't for the feeling in his heart before, he would not have chased after him. A monk who knew the palm of his hand would not threaten him.

It is a pity that in this Tang Dynasty martial arts, no one can play the nine-style palm. Long Geer is afraid that he has not even learned the fourth style, but it is Maha Ye who cultivates the six gods and the magic weapon. Perhaps , you can find a time to go to the imperial capital of the Tang Dynasty and find Maha Ye to learn from each other.

Yang Zheng still remembered that in the Great Rift Valley of Senluo Territory, that guy Maha Ye asked him for a demon general, which seemed to be a spider demon. I don't know what that guy did to bring the spider demon back.

The dignified great national teacher, don't specifically catch a spider demon, go do that kind of thing...hehe...

More than an hour later.

"This guy's Qinggong is indeed a bit powerful. He flew directly up such a high mountain."

Donghai Yiqi was a little surprised.

"People in the martial arts, a little bit famous, there is always some chance."

Yang Zheng nodded.

In front, there is a big mountain, with layers of mountains and peaks, towering into the clouds, the mountains are ups and downs, and the shape is like a reclining Buddha.

"Here, it should be the Reclining Buddha Mountain. There is a temple on the mountain, called Wugou Temple. But this Wugou Temple was destroyed a few years ago. It should be the hand of Xuanwu."

The East China Sea is a strange road.

Reclining Buddha Mountain, Wugou Temple?

Yang Zheng raised his head and looked at the Reclining Foshan. At this moment, the feeling became stronger and stronger. It seemed that there were mysterious things buried in the Reclining Foshan. In addition, there was another feeling that reminded him of Zhuo. Ringtone girl.

This time, could it be possible to meet Miss Zhuo again in this Reclining Foshan?

"Come on, go up the mountain."

Yang Zheng opened his mouth and was about to lift his foot. It was also at this moment, that day, there was a sudden sound.

Um?

Yang Zheng looked up and saw the big bird flying from the sky in the distance. No, it wasn't a big bird, it was an eagle, a big eagle.

And on the back of the big eagle, there is another person, look closely, isn't it Long Ge'er!

Long Ge'er, where did he find such a handsome eagle?

(The second one is in the code.) ..