Chapter 231 The Wrath of a Common Man (Please Vote for Me)

In the spotlight...

Yang Tiansheng slapped the sword box beside him with a palm, and the sword box bounced open. The eight swords flew into the sky like white doves out of the cage, hovering on the top of the light for several weeks, and then fell back around Yang Tiansheng, igniting fierce sword energy. , setting off his tall and tall figure, like the god of fire coming to the world, majestic!

"Subordinate Yang Tiansheng, please give me advice from the leader!"

Yang Potian on the steps held his hands and laughed, his figure slowly levitating up: "What a blazing sword master..."

The next second, the Nine Yang True Qi, as powerful as a turbulent wave, soared into the sky and turned into a brilliant flaming cloud, dyeing the sky above the Holy Fire Hall red.

In comparison, Yang Tiansheng, who was surrounded by eight rays of blazing sun sword energy, was as small as a mantis' arm blocking a car...

"My dear nephew, be careful...the first move is the dragon catching hand!"

Yang Potian, who was suspended in mid-air, laughed and slapped Yang Tiansheng with a palm from the air. Following his movements, the powerful Jiuyang Zhenqi transformed into a huge, ferocious hand burning with blazing flames, pressing down with the weight of Mount Tai. With such momentum, he slapped Yang Tiansheng on the head.

Before the force of the palm arrived, the wind from the palm had already stirred up tens of feet of sand and dust flying all over the sky, blowing Yang Tiansheng's robes and making a hunting sound, forcing the thousands of Mingjiao followers who were watching to retreat.

Yang Tiansheng raised his head and stared at the palm force that covered the sky and the sun. He stepped hard on the ground with an expressionless face. The eight swords surrounding him suddenly roared and rose into the sky. They merged into one above his head and turned into one. He made an equally huge fiery red sword, raised it up the mountain, and stabbed the giant palm without dodging.

What a Yang Tiansheng, with his body at the pinnacle of Guizhen, crossing the border to challenge the Great Sun Buddha who has been famous for many years, and he dares to attack instead of defend!

…

At the right time, Yang Ge, who was dressed in Gebu clothes and had an unsheathed piece of iron in his waist, stood in a crowd of thousands of Mingjiao followers. He felt the sword intention of the big sword in the air with great interest and nodded in his heart. He shook his head, secretly thinking that his trip might have been in vain...

Yang Tiansheng had a hearty fight with Li Qing in Guilin. After the fight, he marched all the way to Guangmingding in a vigorous and high-spirited manner. Most of the southern martial arts community knew what he was going to do. How could there be any news in the building outside the building? Didn't receive any?

As soon as Yang Tiansheng entered Jiangxi, the news had already reached Luting.

Now that he knows what this idiot is going to do, how can Yang Ge still sit still?

Well, Yang Ge came very early...

When Yang Potian and Zhou Yin were sitting across from each other drinking tea, he eavesdropped.

With his current martial arts, if he can gather all his energy, the number of people in the world who can sense his presence will never exceed the number of one palm!

Yang Potian and Zhou Yin were obviously not among them.

"Bang."

The big sword and the big hand perished together, and the eight-mouthed sword fell back to the ground. Yang Tiansheng's figure slid back three feet before he managed to stabilize his figure.

From this move alone, it can be seen that Yang Potian is clearly more powerful than Yang Tiansheng.

But Yang Tiansheng finally took his move!

Instead, he took this move without any loss!

"Good job!"

"Well done!"

Half of a cucumber appeared in front of Yang Ge.

Yang Ge turned his head in confusion and saw Zhang Xuansu, who was also disguised, touching his side at some point. He was staring ahead with his shy eyebrows, and he was holding half a cucumber in his other hand and chewing it. Sound.

He asked speechlessly: "Why are you here?"

Zhang Xuansu said confidently: "You can come, why can't Master Tao come?"

Yang Ge silently took half of the cucumber and said disgustedly: "Has this cucumber been washed?"

Zhang Xuansu replied impatiently: "Poor people are very particular about it. If you like it or not, you can pay me back if you don't eat it!"

"Click!"

Yang Ge took a bite of the cucumber, his mouth was full of sweetness, and he immediately pointed at Yang Tiansheng in front with a smile on his face and whispered: "That's my brother!"

Zhang Xuansu stared straight ahead as he ate the melon and ignored him.

Yang Ge took a few bites of cucumber and asked again: "You are here, where is the one from Fabao Temple?"

Zhang Xuansu impatiently moved to the other side: "Can you stop and watch the fun? How do you know where the old bald donkey is?"

Yang Ge frowned: "Don't pretend to be confused because you understand. What do I mean? You have no idea?"

Zhang Xuansu stretched out his hand angrily: "Give me back the melon!"

Yang Ge quickly protected the remaining half of the cucumber in his hand: "You old man, how can you be so arrogant even at your age? Why don't I just ask casually? If I really want to doubt you, I would have gone to Longhu Mountain to find you. "

Zhang Xuansu laughed angrily: "So, Master Dao should still thank you?"

Yang Ge: "What else?"

While the two were talking, Yang Tiansheng and Yang Potian had already used their second moves.

Yang Potian used his 'iron-smelting hand' move, and his energy was as fierce as magma. Wherever it passed, even the bluestone steps showed signs of melting.

Yang Tiansheng, on the other hand, used the "Wind Mountain Forest" move, and the eight swords turned into a tornado of sword energy, which continuously destroyed Yang Potian's palm power.

Zhang Xuansu looked at Yang Tiansheng's sword moves, then turned to look at Yang Ge in confusion: "Were you two taught by the same master?"

Yang Ge gnawed on the cucumber: "Didn't I tell you already? That's my brother!"

"boom……"

The sword energy tornado turned into a flaming sword and forcibly broke through the iron-making palm. The remaining force hit Yang Tiansheng's chest. He spat out a large mouthful of blood and hit the ground heavily, smashing the bluestone floor. A large spider web-like crack appeared.

Seeing this, Yang Ge slowly put down the cucumber in his hand.

Seeing this, Zhang Xuansu quickly stretched out his hand to stop him: "Hey, hey, you are a true gentleman watching chess without saying a word!"

Yang Ge turned his head, narrowed his eyes and looked at him with a smile: "What, you want to stand up for Yang Potian?"

Zhang Xuansu saw his smiling face, and the hand holding him back felt as if he had been electrocuted. He retracted with a "swish" and said angrily: "Master Tao, do you want him to die?"

After a pause, he whispered again: "This kind of thing has never happened to the Ming Cult in two hundred years. If you intervene, your brother will never be able to become the leader of the Ming Cult in this life."

Yang Ge thought for a while, then hesitantly put his toes back... He didn't care whether Yang Tiansheng could become the leader of the Ming Cult, but if he took action, the tone in Yang Tiansheng's heart would be gone!

At the right time, Yang Potian, who was in mid-air, also fell back to the front of the Holy Fire Hall. He clasped his hands, looked down at Yang Tiansheng below, and said slowly in the earnest and exhorting tone unique to the elderly: "Xian Nephew Tiansheng, that's all for today. Let's stop it. If we continue, we may hurt the relationship between our two families."

"I have watched you grow up, and I am very pleased that you now have the heart to do something for the Holy Religion. It is just the matter of the leader's succession, which is related to the life and death of hundreds of thousands of disciples of our Ming Religion. I have to consider it comprehensively and think twice." Let’s go!”

"I won't argue with you about what happened today because you are young and ignorant. You can just go back and practice your martial arts and work hard..."

"You have to believe that I see everything you do for the Holy Religion and keep it in my heart. As long as you really have the ability to lead the Holy Religion, I will seriously consider appointing you as the successor of the leader!"

"It's not just you, Yang Tiansheng, but all the disciples of our Holy Cult, regardless of their origins or their past, the capable are at the top and the mediocre are at the bottom. Everyone can be the leader of the hall, everyone can be the protector, and everyone can be the leader! "

He gradually raised his voice, showing no anger or authority.

He has the demeanor of a kind elder and an iron-faced leader, just like the person who just killed his own younger generation. He is not like Yang Potian at all!

But as luck would have it, there were actually some people in the crowd who looked moved, and such people were not in the minority...

"Master Yang, can we stop drawing big cakes?"

Just when the crowd was about to be stirred up by Yang Potian's heroic words, Yang Tiansheng, who was at the bottom of the steps, climbed up with difficulty holding a broken sword, and said with a chuckle: "In the final analysis, my brothers and I just don't look down on Lu Wuji. The incompetent son-in-law 'Young Leader' thinks he is not qualified to be the leader of our Ming Cult!"

"Let's just be happy today. Just say this in front of so many brothers in the sect: 'A hundred years after my Yang breaks through the sky, the next leader of the Holy Cult will choose another talented person, and it will never be left to the Yang family and others. The relevant people will be appointed. As long as you are willing to give me the right words, I, Yang Tiansheng, will turn around and leave immediately. I will never set foot on Guangmingding again in this life!"

"how?"

After he finished speaking, the crowd who calmed down again turned their attention to Yang Potian on the steps.

Yang Potian looked at Yang Tiansheng in surprise, and then said sadly: "Xianshe Tiansheng, you were not like this before..."

Yang Tiansheng impatiently clasped his fists and interrupted his talk of relying on his elders. Zuo Gu said: "Leader, let's stop beating around the bush. Can you give me an accurate answer? Brothers are still waiting!"

Yang Potian spread his hands: "How can I give you an accurate answer? I just said that all disciples of our Holy Cult, regardless of origin or past, can be the leader of the cult. If you turn around, you will die." Uncle excluded Wuji and the others... Why, isn't Wuji a disciple of my holy religion?"

"Oh, I get it!"

Yang Tiansheng suddenly realized: "You just want to be a bitch again and build an archway again, right?"

"Okay, let's not talk about uncles and nephews. For the third move, please ask the leader for advice!"

He was in a state of disarray.

However, Yang Potian still maintained his kind and respectable face: "Did my nephew insist on having his own way today? If he continues, it would hurt the relationship between your family and our family, and also hurt the friendship within the holy sect... Open your bow. There is no turning back, nephew, it’s better to think before you act!”

Yang Tiansheng cupped his fists and raised his hands in all directions, saying loudly: "What happened today, I, Yang Tiansheng, did not do it for my own selfish reasons, but because I wanted to understand why the hundreds of thousands of brothers and sisters in our Ming sect abandoned their families and careers and went through life and death. Are you abandoning your family and career for the purpose of punishing evil and promoting good, saving the world, and saving the people of the world from fire and water, or are you going through life and death for your Yang Potian and your Yang family name? If you don't understand this matter, This Mingjiao...don’t wait!”

As soon as the powerful words fell to the ground, someone among the thousands of Mingjiao believers who were watching shouted in agreement: "Well said!"

"Hall Master Yang, you have spoken out our feelings!"

"We are obviously running around to punish evil and promote good, but people in the world regard us as followers of the devil's sect. Why? Is this really just slander from the court?"

"If you don't understand this matter clearly, it doesn't matter if the Mingjiao doesn't wait for you!"

Yang Ge in the crowd also patted Zhang Xuansu on the shoulder with excitement and inexplicable reason: "Did you see it, my brother!"

Zhang Xuansu:......

"How can we be arrogant in front of the Holy Fire Palace!"

An angry roar like a tiger's roar suppressed the noise on the top of the light. At this moment, Yang Potian on the steps finally couldn't maintain his kind and respectful face, and said in a cold voice with a smile on his face: "I am really You've misjudged me. Nephew Tiansheng is really a good candidate to be the leader of the church. With your monstrous words to confuse people and sow discord, if you are allowed to become the leader of the church, the holy religion will be traced back to its origins and the world will be unified. Great cause, why worry about it!”

Yang Tiansheng also sneered and said: "Sure enough, heroes think alike. I also think that if I can be the leader of the sect, hundreds of thousands of brothers in the sect will be able to have enough food and clothing, and live and work in peace and contentment!"

"Yeah?"

Yang Potian slowly rose into the sky: "Then I will have to test your abilities today!"

He saw his hands suddenly clasped together, and his powerful energy slowly outlined an eight-foot-tall shadow of the Buddha with cross-browed and angry eyes behind him. A heavy pressure as thick as an abyss and a prison, like thousands of galloping horses, swept across the entire place in an instant.

Yang Tiansheng stood alone in front of the phantom of the Buddha, like a small boat facing the stormy waves!

"Magic appearance?"

Zhang Xuansu clicked his beard and exclaimed: "I haven't seen this move for more than a hundred years. I thought it had been lost long ago!"

Yang Ge also "tsk" and said softly: "It seems that I didn't come in vain this time..."

He stared at the phantom of the Buddha with angry eyebrows and his eyes were stern!

In an instant, all the swordsmen present felt that the swords on their waists suddenly trembled. But when they lowered their heads to check, they found nothing, so they just dismissed it as an illusion and gave up.

As for Yang Potian on the other side, his feelings were completely different!

An inexplicable chill penetrated every pore of his body before he could react. The severe heart palpitations were like an ice knife stabbing into his heart. It was so cold that it penetrated to the bone, and even his heartbeat seemed to Paused for two seconds...

He was stunned for a moment, but he quickly came to his senses. His scalp was numb, and he glanced around the entire Guangmingding, but found nothing.

The onlookers didn't notice anything unusual about him, they just felt that the intimidating phantom of the Buddha... somehow suddenly became much calmer.

No, there is even a kind of honest and humble sympathy.

And the gloomy old face of my leader seemed to have softened suddenly, and even his eyes became much clearer...

Of course, Yang Tiansheng, who was concentrating on squeezing the remaining true energy, did not notice anything wrong with Yang Potian.

Most of the pressure from the phantom of the Buddha just now fell on him.

So he didn't dare to let Yang Potian take action first. As soon as he finished accumulating his power, he jumped up with eight swords in hand, and the eight swords merged into one!

"Wrath of common man!"

He roared at the top of his lungs, swung his right arm and slashed at the phantom of the Buddha. In an instant, a 30-foot-long sword light that shimmered like autumn waves illuminated the eyes of everyone present!

Ever since Yang Tiansheng mastered the family's "Fire Sun Divine Art", the sky has always been full of fire when he strikes. Even if the swordsman comes to the room later, the fire energy in his sword energy is always stronger than the sword energy.

But this time, there was no image of flames in his sword energy. The sword energy was as pure as a rookie swordsman who was just learning the art of swordsmanship.

But seeing this pure sword energy, Yang Ge and Zhang Xuansu in the crowd nodded and said in unison: "This looks like..."

On the other side, Yang Potian bravely slapped out a palm, and the phantom of Buddha behind him also slapped a soft palm towards the sword energy.

"boom."

The big hand of Buddha's phantom was pierced by the sword energy, and Yang Tiansheng and Yang Potian flew out at the same time.

Yang Ge glanced at Yang Tiansheng who was steadying himself in the air, turned around and walked out of the crowd: "Let's go!"

Zhang Xuansu looked at Yang Potian, who was vomiting blood, and shook his head, turning around to follow his footsteps: "It's hard to see the excitement, but you got me into trouble..."

Yang Ge glanced at him and repeated again: "That's my brother!"

Zhang Xuansu glanced at him, smacked his lips, and said nothing.

This boy's protective temperament is exactly like the old man's demeanor.

It's a pity that that was a story more than a hundred years ago...