Holy shit, could it be that this guy was hiding his power from the beginning? How come he broke through to the third level in the blink of an eye?

This kind of thing, let alone seeing it with one's own eyes, Jiulong would not even dare to think about it in the past. If anyone dared to look him in the eye and say that someone could raise the power of the first level to the third level in just a dozen breaths, Jiulong would definitely slap him in the face.

Isn't this bullshit? Who can raise the power of the first heaven to the third heaven one after another in just a dozen breaths?

Yang Zhen did it. Not only that, this bastard seemed to be improving.

I just don't know why, his improvement is a bit slow.

It took Yang Zhen a cup of tea time to stabilize his momentum at the third level.

Feeling that Yang Zhen's improvement had slowed down, Jiulong actually felt nervous.

This was a record, a record that had never appeared before in history, and it was about to be achieved in front of him. Even Jiulong couldn't help feeling a little upset with this complex feeling of both relief and regret.

Even if Yang Zhen stopped his epiphany now, it would already be commendable.

Suddenly, Yang Zhen's brows gradually frowned, and Jiulong was shocked to find that he actually felt that the pressure was a little too little! Upon discovering this, Jiulong was simply at a loss whether to laugh or cry, and laughed and scolded: "This bastard boy, well, I want to see what kind of miracle you can create!"

Boom! A humming sound that shook the earth was heard, and the momentum of Jiulong suddenly rose again. The terrifying momentum condensed the air around them, and the dragon-like creature under the feet of the two people suddenly wailed, flapped its two wings, and fell from mid-air.

The wind was howling and the air was surging. Jiulong had a solemn look on his face. He stared at Yang Zhen, as if he was not the one falling. He didn't care at all and just put all his energy on Yang Zhen.

Yang Zhen...his brows relaxed, and waves of terrifying aura burst out from his body, as if the breathing of heaven and earth, with each inhalation and exhalation, he was in harmony with the laws of nature.

Jiulong was dumbfounded. In such a short period of time, Yang Zhen's momentum had broken through again!

Boom! The dragon-like creature fell to the ground, carrying Jiulong and Yang Zhen for hundreds of feet before it stopped, wailing and looking at Jiulong with dissatisfaction.

Jiulong climbed up from the ground as if nothing had happened and looked at Yang Zhen lying on the ground with a strange expression.

Yang Zhen opened his eyes and looked at the surroundings in confusion. There was a small bunch of foxtail grass on Jiulong's dusty head, which looked funny in its green color.

"This...is my old friend's new look!"

Jiulong glared at Yang Zhen unhappily.

…

To the north of the atrium, near the border with the Northern Territory, is a world of icebergs. There is endless white mist everywhere, like a fairyland on earth, but it is a little desolate.

On a towering mountain, there are some simple stone rooms, all white. They are lined up in rows, giving people a natural feeling.

It was as if these buildings were supposed to appear between heaven and earth, and one more would destroy such a harmonious state.

On the facade of one of the huge buildings, a woman of unknown age was sitting on an ice throne. She was surrounded by a layer of white mist, and her features could not be seen clearly, but her figure was slender and her white clothes were like gauze. She lacked the human air and had a touch of fairy air.

In the hall, an old man paced back and forth, frowning from time to time, seeming to want to speak but stopping himself.

The young woman said slowly, "Is Mr. Yan worried?"

The old man called Old Yan paused, shook his head and said, "Holy Lord, what Jiulong said... is it true?"

The temperature in the entire hall suddenly dropped by more than ten degrees, and the young woman's voice also turned cold: "Jiulong is a saint, how can he take his words lightly?"

Elder Yan smiled bitterly and said, "It is precisely because the Nine Dragon Saint does not take things lightly that I find this matter a bit absurd. In tens of thousands of years, the Great Wilderness World has only discovered such a sword spirit. How many people can do nothing about it? Our Tianshan Holy Land has surrounded it but not attacked it. Even the Nine Dragon Saint returned empty-handed. He... He actually wants to find a kid in the Celestial Phenomenon Period. Oh, he said that he should have broken through to the Half-Step Great Saint by now, but even if he is a Half-Step Great Saint, what can he do? If you want to find a Half-Step Great Saint, why go thousands of miles to the south of the Central Courtyard? Don't we have as many as you want in the Tianshan Holy Land?"

An old woman hesitated for a moment, then stepped forward and said, "Holy Lord, now even people from the Yaoguang Holy Land have come here after hearing the news. It is said that the Holy Lord Yaoguang also attaches great importance to the sword spirit. In my opinion, the Holy Lord Jiulong..."

"alright!"

A light shout interrupted the old woman's words. The Holy Lord of Tianshan glanced around coldly and said, "Let's talk about this matter after Jiulong arrives!"

Everyone responded hurriedly. Old Yan and the old woman looked at each other, and everyone left the hall.

"What's wrong with you, Lord? Why do you trust the words of the Nine Dragon Saint so easily?"

After leaving the temple, the old woman's face suddenly became gloomy.

Elder Yan said with a smile: "Don't worry, given the friendship between the Holy Lord and the Holy Lord of Nine Dragons, even if the Holy Lord of Nine Dragons cannot help us, he will not do anything reckless."

The old woman smiled bitterly and said, "I am not worried that the Nine Dragon Saint will do something reckless, but if we delay like this, if the sword spirit disappears, it will not only be the loss of my Tianshan Holy Land, but also the loss of the entire Zhongyuan and even the Great Wilderness World!"

Old Yan sighed, looking at the changing weather in the sky, muttering to himself, "Even if he is a natural prodigy, so what? He has achieved a breakthrough to the Half-Step Great Sage at such a young age. The aura of the Sword Spirit is obvious. Without the aura of the Second Heaven, it is impossible to get within a thousand feet of the Sword Spirit. I want to see what is so magical about this young man who is so highly respected by the Nine Dragon Saint!"

The old man laughed loudly and said, "I guess the talented disciples under Tianshan Sect at this moment all have the same idea as Master Yan."

There is no wrong version in the 1619 book forum!

"By the way, how is that girl Fu Yao?" Old Yan suddenly asked.

The old woman smiled mysteriously and said, "I just broke through the second level yesterday and have already reached a strength close to that of a sword spirit."

"What?" Old Yan paused, looked at the old woman with surprise, snorted coldly, turned around and left!

The old woman looked at Mr. Yan's back with a strange expression, shook her head, and left with a smile.

It is said that on that night, there were ghost howling sounds coming from the foot of Yan Lao Peak all night long, and many people could tell that it was the voice of Li Qingfeng, Yan Lao's most proud disciple.

The Holy Lord of Tianshan was perched on top of the Tianfeng Peak, wearing a white robe covered in snow-white dust. He was gazing at the distant border of the Tianshan Mountains, lost in deep thought.

"What on earth do you think?"

The voice is ethereal, like a confession, like a deep spring.

At the foot of Yan Laofeng, a young man with a sullen face was stumbling. He had an overwhelming aura and fierce eyes, which made the surrounding disciples hurriedly try to dodge.

"Come here!"

The young man was filled with anger and shouted at one of the young disciples.

The young disciple was silent, with a look of horror on his face. He looked around and found that the others had already run away.

"Li... Senior Brother Li, what do you want?"

"Has the Nine Dragon Saint returned?"

"Not back yet!"

"roll!"

(End of this chapter)