Yang Jian is not timid, he is a famous warrior in heaven.

But this matter is related to the majesty of heaven, so it is natural to be more cautious.

So, you still have to look for soft persimmons.

Fortunately, I found it myself.

"In this favorable situation, I have the advantage."

Yang Jian locked his eyes on the gentle and frail scholar.

What kind of fighting ability can a scholar have?

Yang Jian has already imagined the next battle, and he will press the scholar to the ground and rub him.

"You are the one!"

The three-pronged two-edged spear was pointed at Zilu instantly. Yang Jian was filled with divine power and said proudly: "You are a little human, you can talk so much, why do you have friends coming from afar? Come up here, and today I will teach you what the majesty of heaven is."

"Teach me?" Zilu was stunned for a moment and pointed at himself in disbelief.

Erlang smiled solemnly: "It's you, what are you looking at? Are you afraid?"

"This is the first time someone wants to challenge me..." Zi Lu tightened his hair tie, with a happy smile on his face, excitement and anticipation.

Looking at that smile, Yang Jian was suddenly stunned.

I had an ominous premonition in my heart.

The other gods of Daxia also had complex expressions on their faces, looking at Erlang Shen sympathetically.

"Why did he choose the subway?"

"I don't know, are you so brave?"

"I blamed him wrongly before. This Yang Jian is indeed a heavenly warrior." Mo Zhi said with admiration on his face.

This made Erlang Shen frown even more.

But it doesn’t matter, he’s just a little scholar…

next moment.

boom!

The ground began to tremble.

Erlangshen's eyes suddenly widened. The frail scholar seemed to possess immense power. Every step he took, the earth roared and trembled!

"The Master said, "Isn't it true that a friend comes from afar?"

Zilu looked at Yang Jian with sharp eyes, and his kind smile suddenly turned ferocious!

"It means...it makes people happy to have friends from far away come to practice sparring!"

"boom!!"

Zilu's energy suddenly exploded, and for a moment, the word "Confucianism" flashed behind him!

Literary energy is like ink, flowing into the body.

"boom!"

The wide Confucian shirt was instantly shattered by the bulging muscles. The muscles were stacked and ferocious like a giant beast. The muscles on the back showed the ferocious word "virtue", and the muscles on the shoulders showed the word "benevolence"!

Benevolence carries virtue on its shoulders!

That broad back slowly unfolded, and the muscles seemed to cover the sky!

Zilu's smile became more ferocious, and the burst of energy caused his long hair to rise into the sky, like a tall lion, and his eyes radiated the light of thought: "Teacher, finally someone is willing to challenge me to a duel."

Just in time, I also want to see the purity of heaven!

The power of thought burst out, and the body containing terrifying power suddenly turned into the color of silver. This was the purity tempered by thought!

"boom!"

The wise man takes the road and accepts the challenge!

The huge brush hit the ground hard, and in an instant, the ground cracked and dust flew everywhere!

At this moment, the road looked like a giant humanoid beast, like a lion with sharp fangs, and the smile was filled with excitement!

Yang Jian's pupils shrank suddenly!

This guy is actually a head taller than me!

No, that momentum, that sense of oppression, that sense of power... it's not like he's a head taller at all. At this moment, Yang Jian seemed to be facing a giant beast from the wild, and he was just a prey!

"and……"

I just said one word.

boom!

Zilu's thick legs crushed the ground, and his terrifying muscles wrapped up his literary energy, bursting out with terrifying power.

That is the power polished by thought.

That is the ultimate pure power!

A power that even the God of Strength would bow down to!

"boom!"

An afterimage headed straight for Yang Jian!

The terrifying body completely shattered the air. That burly body covered the sky and the sun. Zilu was like an unstoppable lion, rushing towards Yang Jian!

He held the giant pen high with both hands, as if he wanted to smash Yang Jian into pulp!

Pure power surges at the tip of the pen!

That is heavy knowledge.

Five thousand years of knowledge.

And knowledge is power!

Yang Jian's pupils shrank suddenly. At this moment, he seemed to see a huge beast coming towards him with its fangs spread out!

In my mind, the word "death" has appeared!

"slow!"

He shouted the last word!

"call!"

The huge pen that covered the sky and blocked the sun stopped in the air instantly, only three seconds away from Yang Jian's door!

Yang Jian's long hair was blown wildly by the terrifying strong wind, and the ground a hundred meters below Yang Jian's feet instantly dented!

"Why," Zilu said softly after the giant pen, "Don't you understand something?"

"Gudong."

Looking up at the terrifying giant pen so close at hand, Yang Jian swallowed.

What kind of monster is this!

Aren’t you a scholar?

What the hell is this scholar?

What kind of scholar is this?

Looking at the arm that was thicker than his own thigh, and the huge pen that seemed to be able to smash the earth, Yang Jian's throat felt dry.

What the hell is this guy?

Why is there such a terrifying power?

They are obviously just humans...

no!

Can't choose!

Although Yang Jian is a heavenly warrior, he also has back-ups, especially the Heavenly Eye that he was born with and represents the identity of the righteous god, which is extremely powerful.

But the scholar has just started to take action. What if he also has a back-up plan?

Can't be too big!

What I represent is heaven!

Can't choose, can't choose this!

Lin Fan frowned and said, "You don't want to change again, do you?"

Yang Jian's face turned slightly red, but then he snorted proudly: "Do you think I want to change it?"

"A poor scholar learns how to wield swords and guns like others!"
To be continued...