"Jiahui, why are you crazy? Zhao'er is Yang Junshan's grandson!"
Princess Lanxuan frowned and looked at the people in front of her. She never expected that the person who intercepted them would be Yang Junshan's best friend.
When Jiahui was traveling around the world in Zhoutian, he asked Yang Junshan to help him collect spiritual materials to refine Buddhist treasures. Some of the spiritual treasures produced overseas were collected by Yang Junshan through Princess Lanxuan. Therefore, , Princess Lanxuan also knew Jiahui.
But it was precisely because of this that Princess Lanxuan felt even more sulky. Yang Junshan admired Jiahui very much as a person and had always regarded him as a close friend. However, he never thought that Jiahui would ignore the friendship between the two and actually block her. Teng She wanted to be sealed off by Yang Junshan, not to mention that in terms of seniority, Yang Lizhao was a grandchild.
Jiahui whispered the Buddha's name in a low voice, his eyes were slightly lowered, but his face could not be seen clearly. Only after a slight pause in his voice, he said: "I'm ashamed, princess, don't worry, Jiahui really doesn't want to do this." The evil man can't help himself. Jiahui is willing to make compensation. He only asks little benefactor Yang to cut off the snake in his hand. "
Princess Lanxuan sneered and said: "How shameless. If you really want this Soaring Snake, Yang Junshan is in the Endless Sea. You can go to him to ask for it. What does it mean to stop us here?"
Jiahui stood on the sea and remained silent.
Princess Lanxuan said sarcastically with great disdain: "What's more, this Soaring Snake is a ferocious beast comparable to the Great Luo Realm. What can you, a poor monk, give in exchange? Will you pick up your relics after the death?" I’m afraid that’s not enough!”
Princess Lanxuan's words were not unkind, but Jiahui was not angry either. He just stood in front of Princess Lanxuan and others without making any concessions.
"Golden Arhat!"
Princess Lanxuan finally noticed the changes in Jiahui at this time, and she was a little surprised. The contempt on her face also faded a lot, and she said solemnly: "I didn't expect you to have passed the stage of becoming a saint in the physical body. "
Jiahui shook his head and said: "You and I only dared to take this step when Zhou Tianhua Realm, the will of heaven and earth was exhausted, and Haotian Mirror had no time to care about it. From this point of view, you and I will never be able to compare with Junshan Dao. friend."
Princess Lanxuan snorted and was speechless. In fact, she was worse than Jiahui. Jiahui became a golden arhat in one fell swoop after becoming a saint. Although it was a coincidence, Princess Lanxuan became a golden immortal with the help of her from the golden body. The power of the natal dragon ball inherited from Zhou Taoist.
"Why are you talking so much? Jiahui, it is serious to fulfill the orders passed down by the Bodhisattva. Do you think this is for you to reminisce about the past?"
A Buddhist monk who looked like a child stood up from behind Jiahui. This man was less than three feet tall. His originally childish face now had a hint of distortion and sinisterness, and his eyes couldn't help but stare at Yang Lizhao. He looked at it and said without looking back: "That female dragon belongs to you. Lord Buddha, I will buy the soaring snake."
Jiahui obviously had some difficulties in his heart. Hearing this, he did not agree directly. He sighed slightly and said: "Brother Jiaxi, you can only take the snake and don't hurt others. Otherwise, don't blame the poor monk for being unkind."
The boy Shi Xiu was none other than the spiritual boy Venerable Jiaxi who had an old grudge against Yang Junshan. Hearing Jiahui's words he smiled and said: "Don't worry, I have not lost my heart to kill Yang Junshan's grandson." Crazy."
After saying that, I didn't know when a pair of wooden fish appeared in my hand. I knocked it lightly, looked at Yang Lizhao and said, "Little donor, don't put down the Soaring Snake in your hand yet!"
The voice came, as if it was about to pierce directly into Yang Lizhao's mind. The soul that had not yet been pure Yang was suddenly in chaos, as if a voice whispered in his ear, do as he said.
"Bah!"
A loud shout sounded around him, and Yang Lizhao was horrified. He suddenly woke up from the weird state just now, and heard Pang Zhu next to him yelling: "Bald donkey, you are so shameless, you, Grandpa Pang, I hate you the most." I'm sorry to hear that all of you Shi Clan are such good materials for cultivating Huanxi Zen. I'll take a rip off of you, Grandpa Pang!"
Pang Zhu's huge body dodged and came to Yang Lizhao. The magic weapon in his hand turned into a giant rake at some point, and he hit the spiritual boy Venerable Jiaxi on the head.
Jiaxi looked startled, he had not paid much attention to the pig fairy next to Yang Lizhao, but when the rake came down, he quickly stopped him and said with a hint of surprise: "It's actually from the Tianpeng lineage! "
"Stop talking nonsense. If you can't pass your Grandpa Pang's test, don't even think about taking advantage of Teng She!"
Pang Zhu cursed loudly, and then he and the Venerable Jiaxi somersaulted and rolled in a ball on the sea. For a moment, it seemed that they were evenly matched, and no one could do anything about the other.
The two immortals from the Yuanshen Wonderland fought together, but Princess Lanxuan and Jiahui never made any move.
Seeing that Pang Zhu was not weak, Princess Lanxuan felt a little relieved. She looked at Jiahui and said with a smile: "It seems that you are not sure. Why, do you still want to fight?"
Jiahui bowed to his chest with one hand and whispered: "I'm offended!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the cassock suddenly flew up behind him, and a round of Buddha's light bloomed behind Jiahui's head.
Yang Lizhao was so blinded by the Buddha light that filled the sky that he could only vaguely hear Princess Lanxuan saying angrily: "Jiahui, if we were on land or in the sky, I might be a little inferior to you, but this is the sea!"
When the Buddha's light dissipated, Yang Lizhao opened his eyes again and saw that Monk Jiahui and Princess Lanxuan were still there on the sea. Only a sound like muffled thunder came from the sky above his head. It was Pang Zhu and Najia. Xi's battle of wits has reached a fierce moment.
At this time, Yang Lizhao was the only one left on the sea!
Yang Lizhao instinctively sensed something was wrong, and immediately set up his escape light to leave.
However, at this moment, a high-pitched and long cry suddenly came from outside the sky. Where the sea and the sky met, a ray of golden light came instantly. It was the Garuda bird that had escaped in Yang Junshan's hands before.
"Haha, the snipe and the clam are competing for the fisherman's profit. I never thought that Mr. Yu would have such luck!"
On the bird's back, Yu Cangqiong's overwhelming voice could not conceal the joy of regaining something.
Yang Lizhao's expression changed drastically. He didn't believe that the arrival of this cultivator would be such a coincidence. Most of the ten Buddhist cultivators blocking the road were in the same group as this cultivator.
Although Yang Lizhao knew that he could not escape from the opponent's hands, he still used all his strength to fly away. The spirit of the soul appeared on his body, and the five fox tails shook with all their strength.
"Without strength, can you escape?"