Just as the golden masked man's iron spear was about to penetrate Yang Yi's back, the iron spear in his hand suddenly changed strangely. The whole iron spear suddenly shook, breaking away from the golden masked man's palm, and barbing the golden masked man's chest like a living thing. Several strands of true energy that Yang Yi had just slapped in the iron spear began to explode. ○

Yang Yi had already soared into the air and jumped into the air surrounding the circle. Then he turned his body, and stabbed the long sword in his hand at the head of the golden masked man who seemed a little busy due to the rebellion of the iron spear.

The iron spear that he had used for many years turned out to retaliate against the master like a living creature. This was the first time he encountered it in the decades of life of the Golden Mask Man. But although he was still shocked, he increased his strength to hold the trembling spear tightly and stopped trembling. Then he lifted his spear and stabbed Yang Yi in the air.

The iron spear in his hand was shocked again. The golden masked man attacked Yang Yi's spear suddenly twisted and retracted. Several other true energy lurking in Yang Yi burst out one after another. The spear shook and shook again and again, and had already deviated from the target.

The golden masked man was shocked. At the most critical moment, he was disobedient, and Yang Yi's sword blade was above his head.

He was afraid that the weapon would be inexplicably in his condition, so he would no longer dare to hold the spear in his hand. When Yang Yi was in the hand of the sword of the sky, the spear flew out of his hand and flew towards the monks who were besieging him from afar. He himself moved forward quickly and avoided the sword of the Dangkong that Yang Yi stabbed the top gate.

Before Yang Yi could land, his body turned like a dragon in the air. He still rushed towards the golden masked man without any change in the air. A metal tube suddenly appeared in the hands of the golden masked man, aiming at Yang Yi who was flying in the air.

At this time, many black iron and bronze masked men below jumped up together, sacrificing their lives to block Yang Yi's volley of attack on the golden masked man.

At this time, the spear thrown by the golden masked man flew into the air and another shock, and shot back like a flying dragon, flew into the masked crowd that jumped into the air.

Below, a blue flower shot out from the metal tube in the golden masked man's hand, covering Yang Yi's whole body.

puff!

Blood appeared in the air, and the flying spear pierced through the bodies of two black iron masked men like candied haws. The remaining momentum continued to fly to a bronze masked man in the air.

The underground golden masked man sprayed a blue flower poison needle from the metal tube and instantly arrived beside Yang Yi. It was obvious in the sun that the blue flowers were made up of tiny poison needles, densely covered with overwhelming amounts of space.

Yang Yifei's body in mid-air could turn, and his body turned suddenly to the outside, and then he rose out of nowhere like a flag-glass rocket, avoiding the coverage of the poison needle.

His turn was exactly the secret light body technique of Wudang.

Yang Yi's body had already flown into the air more than three meters high, the eaves of the temple were under his feet, the breeze blew, and the birds were approaching.

The scenery outside Fulong Temple began to come into view.

You can see from the sky that the peach blossoms are blooming at the foot of the mountain, and the water of the Huanglong River is surging.

Yang Yi's body is still rising.

A group of monks underground rushed towards the masked men with weapons in their hands.

In the air, a bunch of money flew out of Yang Yi's hand, covering the masked man below like a net of heaven and earth.

After the copper coins were spilled out, Yang Yi began to move in the air.

Every time he took a step, the air under his feet shook, stepping out step by step, as if stepping on an invisible staircase, heading towards the ground.

After eight steps in succession, Yang Yi has already arrived at the Golden Mask Man.

"Eight steps to the sky!"

"You are a student of the Confucian scholar!"

The golden mask showed shock in his eyes. His voice trembled, "Are you Yang Kun, the second son of Grand Master Yang?"

In the mansion of the Grand Master at that time, the old man and the second master were famous all over the world.

The old man Yang Gan is in charge of fighting and fighting. As the commander-in-chief, he is in the northwest. He has always been in military camps for a few days. Although he is famous, he will not be involved in the world.

The second master Yang Kun is the descendant of the Confucian sect trained by Grand Master Yang. He has a strong and powerful spirit among his peers. Although he is in charge, he has taken action many times to kill evil people in the martial arts world. Among the top ten young masters in the world, Yang Kun is among them and has a great reputation in the martial arts world.

As for the third son Yang Yi, it would be fine if he didn't say it.

Therefore, when he saw Yang Yi using the secret body technique of Confucianism, the first thing that came to mind was Yang Kun.

Not only did the Golden Mask Man think he was Yang Kun, but even the monks who came over to fight with the Mask Man think that Yang Kun was here in person. Although Yang Yi seemed to be less than 30 years old, those with advanced martial arts are all skilled in maintaining their appearance and are normal for young people.

Yang Yi's handful of money had already shot several black iron masked men, and several bronze masked men were killed by several monks because they were avoiding the flying shot of money.

After Yang Yi landed on the ground, the sword flew up waves of swords and rushed towards the shocked and suspicious golden masked man.

The golden masked man shot backwards, and another poison needle shot out from the metal tube in his hand. As his body retreated, his mouth let out a shrill roar.

Before the roar was over, the golden masked man had retreated to the wall of the backyard. He kept retreating. With a "boom", his back had already broken through the wall of the courtyard and he instantly left the backyard.

Yang Yi sighed, and in the eyes of the old monk leading by the side, Yang Yi's arm seemed to move, and a faint white light flashed in his hand, but the old monk was a little unconfident about his eyesight for a moment.

The body of the golden masked man who was roaring and fleeing in the distance suddenly stopped, and the long roar seemed to be cut off by something. He suddenly turned around and looked at Yang Yi standing under the ancient pine.

The old monk in charge clearly saw that there was a flying knife in the throat of the golden masked man. At this time, the flying knife was inserted into the throat and it was not reached.

Many masked men who fought with the monks in the backyard fled in a row after the golden masked men were roaring, and they had no intention of killing them.

The monks in the courtyard wanted to continue chasing, but were stopped by the leader of the monk. As soon as these masked men were about to escape from the temple.

A handful of money was spilled out of Yang Yi's hands, and a few masked men who fled were left in the yard. Several bronze masked men escaped Yang Yi's life-chasing money and fled to the mountain in different directions.

Yang Yi wanted to kill again, and the old monk came over, "Good, good, God has the virtue of being a good person, Master Yang spares them!"

Yang Yi smiled and said, "Okay, okay, you, the miserable, don't want to pursue it, why should I use this extra strength?" His palm turned and the handful of money that originally appeared in his palm had disappeared without a trace.

At this time, the golden masked man outside the broken courtyard wall suddenly burst out, and the golden mask exploded, and the blood splattered, and the flying knife inserted into his throat had already bounced out.

"I didn't expect that Mr. Yang actually has this flying knife skill!"

The handsome face of the golden masked man appeared in front of everyone, looking like a middle-aged man in his forties or fifties.

He looked regretful, "It's a pity that I was afraid of Grand Master Yang's reputation just now and dared not fight against the Second Master, otherwise I might not be able to escape."

Yang Yi said: "You can't escape my knife!"

The middle-aged man was silent.

In the slight sound of blood flowing in the throat, quietly recalling the feeling when he was stabbed just now. After a while, his bra was dyed red with blood.

With the slight splatter of blood, the middle-aged man looked up and said, "Yes, I really can't hide!"

Yang Yi said: "It's good that you know."

The middle-aged man sighed: "It would be unfair to die at the hands of the second master in Grand Master Yang's mansion!"

Yang Yi also sighed: "I am Mr. Yang San, not Mr. Yang! My second brother is in charge of the country, so where can I have this free time to travel around the world?"

When the middle-aged man heard this, blood splattered in his throat even more urgently, and he said with a voice: "Master Yang San? Are you Mi Cang Yang Yi?"

Yang Yi looked helpless, "Brother, is it embarrassing to be a rice insect?"

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