The Strongest Abandoned Master In City

Yang Qiu was about to reach out and cover his nose when the scene in front of him changed completely.    

The huge herb garden suddenly seemed to have expanded a thousand times. He could not see his head at first glance. The blood that fell on the ground was absorbed by the white jade ground and disappeared without a trace.    

In an instant, a strange feeling emerged in Yang Qiu's heart. It was as if the hall had completely fallen into his control.    

A drop of blood to acknowledge a master!    

This was the extraordinary method of controlling magic treasures in the Cultivation Realm.    

With a loud bang, a boundless world appeared in front of Yang Qiu.    

Before he had the time to be shocked, an illusionary figure slowly condensed out from the white fog in front of him. This illusory figure became more and more obvious, until it finally turned into a real person.    

Yang Qiu looked at this person and was dumbfounded.    

This was a handsome man that he didn't know how to describe. He looked like he was in his forties, but when he looked at him again, he looked like he was only in his twenties. However, that incomparably profound gaze made him seem like an old monster that had lived for 100,000 years. In short, no one knew how old he was.    

The most fatal thing was his attire. His long hair was draped over his shoulders and he wore a white robe. The most peculiar thing was that between his eyebrows, there was actually a vertical eye that was tightly shut.    

This person had a very lazy aura all over his body, as if he was extremely bored of doing something. He was somewhat disgusted, but also somewhat dissatisfied as he coldly said to Yang Qiu.    

"Why are you here so late?"    

Yang Qiu was instantly stunned.    

Was this person talking to him?    

He forcefully suppressed the excitement in his heart and bowed respectfully to that man.    

"May I ask who you are. . . !"    

That person looked at him again and muttered under his breath:    

"So it turns out that you do not have any intelligence. You are really getting worse with each generation. Kid, this noble one is True Lord Erlang of the Jade Void Sect. This is the Jade Capital's Golden Tower that you are looking for. "    

Yang Qiu didn't spit out a mouthful of blood. He was so scared that his whole body was trembling. He almost fell to the ground.    

Damn it, who did he say he was talking about?    

True Lord Erlang?    

Yang. . . Ji?    

"You. . . You are. . . !"    

He knew about the Jade Capital's Golden Pylon. The Jade Capital referred to the Kunlun Mountains and the Golden Tower referred to the Hollow Jade Palace.    

Whether it was the Hollow Jade Palace or the Fuxi Divine Palace, Yang Qiu had always been skeptical.    

He felt that these were all myths and legends passed down from the Mythological Era. Of course they existed, but how could they exist in this world?    

Most likely, this Kunlun Sect had borrowed the name of the Hollow Jade Palace. Later on, a cultivator sect was born, but when the Immortal Realm opened up the Cultivation Realm, it didn't throw the Kunlun Sect into the Cultivation Realm. It was just a fish that slipped through the net.    

However, he didn't expect that he would actually find the Hollow Jade Palace and take control of it. Not only that, he also encountered Erlang God.    

What kind of rhythm was this?    

Could it be that he was really the reincarnation of some great figure?    

"What you? I, Yang Jian, will count you as my grey grandson. "    

Erlang God Yang Jian looked at Yang Qiu and said in an indifferent tone.    

"Although I won't admit that I have a grey grandson like you. "    

Yang Qiu's body began to tremble. He pointed at Yang Jian and shouted in a somewhat flustered and exasperated manner.    

"What. . . What did you say? I am your grandson?"    

Yang Jian said in a serious and lazy manner.    

"Although I won't admit it, You do have a trace of my bloodline in you! Unfortunately, it is very faint! "    

A high-pitched scream that pierced through the clouds and eardrums came out of Yang Qiu's mouth. He jumped up and pointed at Yang Jian and screamed.    

"I am your grandson? Old thing, are you kidding me? I see that you are already old. Don't pretend to be Erlang God here. You can go anywhere you want. "    

Yang Jian glanced at Yang Qiu and a smile appeared on his face.    

"You are indeed worthy of being my son. You are indeed courageous. Very good, you dare to point your finger at me and curse at me, your old ancestor. You truly have the bearing of this old ancestor. Kid. Stop jumping. This old ancestor doesn't have much time left. There are a few words that you have to remember and work hard to cultivate. Wait until you have enough strength. Naturally, you will understand that I will leave that dog for you. You can raise it for me. It's time for me to leave. "    

After saying that, Yang Jian turned into a white mist and disappeared without a trace.    

Yang Qiu felt as if his head was going to explode. He furiously shouted.    

"Come back! Come back to me! What the hell is going on?! What a few words! It's just a fart!"    

After jumping around for an unknown period of time, he finally fell to the ground while panting.    

This trip was really full of surprises.    

Yang Qiu, who was at a loss, suddenly felt his heart skip a beat.    

Although he didn't know whether this Yang Jian who claimed to be his ancestor was real or fake, However, he had heard too many legends about Yang Jian!    

Erlang God was known as the War God with the strongest combat strength in the Three Realms. What should he be called?    

God? Immortal?    

Since Yang Jian might be his ancestor. . . Then, the Twelve Golden Immortals of the Epochrion Sect should be real as well?    

Right, what did that dog mean?    

Yang Qiu suddenly let out a shrill cry.    

"Sky Barking Hound?"    

Yang Qiu's face finally revealed a terrified expression. He collapsed to the ground, his body twitching.    

The pleasant surprise had come too quickly. His little heart couldn't bear it.    

Sky Barking Hound! How powerful was Erlang God's lackey? It was not something Yang Qiu could understand. But now that he had a powerful henchman, what was there to be afraid of in the future?    

Regardless of everything else, just the word 'Sky Barking Hound' would probably scare the entire Cultivation Realm to the point of pissing their pants, right?    

Yang Qiu stared blankly at the sky, then suddenly started laughing happily.    

The harvest of this trip to Kunlun was simply indescribable. After meeting Erlang God, he had actually recognized half of his ancestors and the entire Hollow Jade Palace. Putting other things aside, there must be a lot of treasures in Hollow Jade Palace, right?    

Most importantly, he had obtained the Sky Barking Hound, a golden ranked fighter. . . No, a golden ranked divine dog. Who would dare to offend him in the future?    

Yang Qiu quickly jumped up from the ground. He looked around, but he did not find the legendary Sky Barking Hound.    

Forget it, I guess that guy is still sleeping. I should check my harvest first and see what good stuff is in this Hollow Jade Palace.    

Perhaps there is some kind of treasure like an Immortal Weapon or Divine Artifact. At that time, I will really be rich.    

The following facts proved that Yang Qiu was thinking too much.    

An hour later, a heaven-shaking roar was heard.    

"F * * k! Restriction?! It requires the corresponding strength to open the corresponding door? Oh my god! "    

A voice even louder than Yang Qiu's furious roar rang out.    

"Where did this grandson come from to disturb my sleep? Why don't you find me a thousand big-breasted fairies as compensation? I will definitely bite off your third leg!"