latelenovela Chapter 301 A disagreement leads to another fight between the two younger brothers.
Chapter 301 A disagreement leads to another fight between the two younger brothers.
"That won't do!"
Yang Jian moved with incredible speed, taking advantage of his height to quickly reach Nezha, who was still trying to figure out what was going on.
He grabbed me by the back of the collar and swung me backward.
He stood in front of Yang Jiao with an unfriendly gaze.
His eyes were filled with wariness as he spoke in a low voice:
"Uncle-Master, the human lotus root doesn't count."
Nezha had just stood still, about to go up and fight Yang Jian.
Unexpectedly, Taiyi Zhenren, whom he had never been on guard against, became agitated upon hearing Yang Jian's words.
He directly grabbed Nezha and pulled him away:
"Why doesn't it count?"
He then launched into a mocking attack, his finger sweeping over everyone present as he coldly scoffed, "Look at the junk they handed over, none of it can compare to my apprentice!"
After saying that, he pulled Nezha over again.
The void dotted his Niwan Palace, a crimson flash passed by, and Nezha revealed his three heads and eight arms.
Taiyi Zhenren then gave the bewildered Nezha a full 360-degree spin, showing him off, and then lifted his arms one by one to introduce him:
"That's a Fire-Tipped Spear in that left hand, a divine weapon of the immortals."
"He holds the Qiankun Ring in his right hand. This is a magic treasure of the Jade Void Palace, representing the roundness of heaven and earth. It is the most precious treasure of my Qianyuan Mountain."
"And here, the wheels of fire you're stepping on here."
"Come on, Nezha, spin around." Taiyi Zhenren said, manually turning Nezha around, pulling the Hun Tian Ling from his waist behind him, and flicking it in the air, the dazzling red light rose up: "The Hun Tian Ling, everyone has heard of its ability to overturn rivers and seas, so I won't go into details."
Amidst the envy, jealousy, and hatred of the disciples of the Chan Sect.
Taiyi Zhenren then flipped Nezha headfirst again, swatted away his Wind Fire Wheels with a palm, took off his shoes, and held them down in his hand.
With a snap.
A gold brick fell down.
The three generations of disciples fell silent...
They no longer wanted to look at Master Taiyi, this doting disciple, and turned their attention to their own master.
A very interesting scene unfolded.
All that could be seen were the three generations of disciples present looking at their masters, while their respective masters looked up at the sky and down at the ground, but none of them made eye contact.
After casually showing off a few magical treasures, Taiyi Zhenren raised his head:
"Who has more disciples than me? Who has a better attitude than this humble Taoist priest?"
He became more and more excited as he spoke, completely ignoring the disdain in the eyes of his fellow disciples, blaming them all for not being willing to give it to their disciple.
He didn't think there was anything wrong with giving all his savings to Nezha; on the contrary, he proudly said:
"Wherever Nezha is, that is the Golden Light Cave!"
Nezha watched Taiyi Zhenren's smug expression and, in cooperation, stepped onto his Wind Fire Wheels and flew even higher.
So that those present can see it more clearly.
Huanglong Zhenren, who didn't have a single magic weapon to his name, was extremely envious.
Yang Jian slightly raised his eyebrows, a glint of something unreadable flashing in his eyes. He gave a soft "Oh," and, unable to look directly at him, said:
"No."
The words were spoken.
Nezha's Fire-Tipped Spear burst into flames and thrust forward.
A few wisps of hair shaded half of his face, revealing a faint, indifferent smile playing on his lips as he arrogantly raised his chin and looked at Yang Jian.
"Seriously, I've been putting up with you for so long."
Yang Jian let out a soft chuckle.
He lowered his brow, coldly sweeping his gaze over Nezha from head to toe. With a slightly sharp movement, he conjured a three-pointed, double-edged sword out of thin air, and uttered a casual remark:
"What a coincidence, I've been putting up with you for a long time too."
The two disagreed and instantly became entangled in a fight.
Nezha always has a lot of magical weapons, which are dazzling to behold when he uses them.
Despite possessing the Eight or Nine Arcane Arts, Yang Jian did not suffer the slightest disadvantage.
The crowd standing below, watching: ...
Why are they fighting again?
These two are a classic example of chaos occurring before the Three Realms are in turmoil, and yet, when the Three Realms are settled, they are still not settled.
Nezha flipped around, raised his hand and used the Universe Ring, then immediately thrust out his Fire-Tipped Spear.
The Qiankun Ring shot straight at Yang Jian's face, but he showed no sign of panic. Instead, he stepped forward and stomped on it, using the force to propel himself into the air.
His clothes fluttered down, and he kicked out at the chest.
Nezha pressed his tongue against his cheek, a nonchalant glint in his eyes, and immediately raised his foot to meet him.
The two men collided heavily with their feet, which were accompanied by a strong gust of wind, before landing on opposite sides.
The second generation of the Chan Sect had already broken free from the Taiyi Zhenren's crazy flaunting of wealth and were now watching them spar with burning eyes, wishing such disciples were their own!
They each looked at their third-generation disciple with disdain, who had just tried to ask them for magical treasures.
The disciples suddenly and in unison looked away.
For a moment, both the master and the apprentice wished they could chew up these four boastful people!
You think having a lot of magical treasures is so great?
So you think you're amazing just because you're so capable!
Yu Ding Zhenren and Tai Yi Zhenren were secretly proud of themselves, but then they hurriedly stepped forward to pull Yang Jian and Nezha back, who were still trying to continue.
The two outstanding disciples of the third generation were fighting, and even Taiyi Zhenren, who was in the middle, was in a difficult position, struggling to receive several moves from each of his left and right hands.
Master Yu Ding had just walked over and hadn't even seen whether it was his disciple's or his nephew's hand when he suddenly felt a blur before his eyes and was sent flying in a parabolic arc.
moment!
Everyone was suddenly unable to see the situation clearly.
The one who could not accept it the most was Samantabhadra, whose eyes were bloodshot and who roared:
"Where is your cultivation level?!"
The other ten Golden Immortals were all caught in a mental trap.
Guang Chengzi, who was always straightforward, walked up to Yu Ding Zhenren in a deep voice.
Yang Jiao's heart was in her throat, afraid of being exposed. She abandoned her magic weapon, threw it on the ground, and rushed over.
Just as he arrived beside Jade Cauldron Immortal, he heard Guang Chengzi's disapproving voice advising him:
"Junior Brother Yu Ding, this is not how a person should behave!"
Yang Jiao's heart tightened.
Mosquito Taoist arrived swiftly and whispered to Yang Jiao:
"If all else fails, let the mosquitoes suck his blood first."
Guang Chengzi looked at Yu Ding Zhenren with a pained expression and said in disappointment:
"As a fellow disciple, why do you only use your cultivation to beat up other people's disciples?"
Ok?
Yang Jiao looked up at the sky and then pressed down the mosquito's raised hand.
Master Yu Ding asked suspiciously, "Huh?"
"Stop pretending!" Guang Chengzi, as the eldest of the Twelve Golden Immortals, was not a teacher, but he had a certain sense of responsibility. He shook his head and sighed, "You have such powerful skills, yet you dare to attack other people's disciples. Mu Zha was so shocked by you that he vomited blood, but you are afraid of hurting your own disciple. This is not the style of our Chan Sect."
Yang Jiao pursed her lips tightly.
Pulling up Mosquito Taoist, he walked past Guang Chengzi with his head down, hunching over to minimize his presence.
He pretended he had never been there and went back to retrieve his magic weapon.
The only one left was Master Yu Ding, who was caught in a dilemma, unsure whether to pretend or admit it.
Nezha and Yang Jian watched calmly and composedly, neither of them making a single move.
"you go first."
Upon hearing Yang Jian speak, Nezha scoffed and laughed:
Why didn't you leave first?
Yang Jian looked at Yang Jiao, his phoenix eyes lowered:
"I'll watch my sister for a while."
Nezha is undoubtedly the best:
"I'll watch for a while too."
Both the Chan Sect and the Jie Sect had just broken through a barrier, but now their thoughts were disrupted by the sudden battle between the two.
After a long while, Guang Chengzi led the other Golden Immortals of the Chan Sect and Jiang Ziya's subordinates away slowly.
So far,
After only close relatives remained in this place,
Nezha suddenly bared his teeth, plopped down on the ground, and rubbed the foot that had been kicked by Yang Jian:
"What kind of feet do you have? They're so hard!"
Yang Jian stood tall and straight, his spirit high.
"It was cultivated through the Eight-Nine Arcane Arts."
Having said that, he turned and walked towards Master Yuding, taking a limping step, and clicked his tongue as he spoke:
"That annoying person has gold bricks in the soles of their shoes!"