Zhuo Gongming's difficulties

  This Taoist's words were laced with venom, and it seemed that he really did consider himself a thief. Yang Jiaolong hastily racked his brains, searching for figures from myth and legend who had black tigers as their mounts.

  Look at the black tiger falling into the courtyard, transforming into an ordinary tiger's appearance, obediently squatting beside the blue-clothed Taoist and snoring. After thinking for a moment, I couldn't think of which character rode a black tiger as his mount! However, looking at his appearance, he seems to be a person with extremely deep cultivation.

  The Taoist priest in the green robe looked at Yang Jiaolong and had nothing to say, thinking that he had guessed correctly. He shouted: "You little thief, you actually dared to commit theft and came to Bixia Palace. Today, I will take your life."

  The Taoist in blue robes shook off the dust, and a gust of wind arose beside him. The black tiger realized its master was about to make his move, and suddenly opened its previously closed eyes!

  Yang Jian hastily waved his hand and said: "Daozhang misunderstood, Daozhang misunderstood. What I said is all true. The three Xianzi are indeed friends of mine."

  The Taoist in the green robe sneered, "Whether or not they have any ordinary friends, I would naturally know." As soon as he finished speaking, without waiting for Yang Jian to respond, he shook his sleeve and disappeared.

  This Taoist's temper is indeed violent, it seems that he is the senior brother mentioned by Bi Xiao. He clearly remembers what Bi Xiao said, if he encounters his senior brother, he should hide first, now it seems that hiding is not possible.

  That Daoist's feet kicked up the wind, Yang Jiaolong only felt a flash of green clothes in front of him, and a strong hand grasped his throat as if it had come from nowhere. It seemed he was going to kill him with one blow.

  Yang Jian's mind transmitted a slight pain, the immortal energy in his body suddenly expanded, and he leaned to one side, sticking close to the ground as he slid out of the way, avoiding the blow from the blue-robed Daoist by over ten feet, landing on top of the palace hall of Bi Xia Palace.

  The Taoist in the green robe struck at empty air, his face revealing surprise! His eyes were fixed on Yang Jia, and he could confirm that Yang Jia was indeed an ordinary person, yet somehow managed to dodge his attack? He couldn't help but feel a little surprised.

  Yang Jian stood on the hall and said, "Dao Chang, what I am about to say is true. If you do not reveal your identity, then I will have no choice but to treat you as a troublemaker who has come to Bi Xiang Palace."

  The Taoist in blue robes smiled faintly and said, "In several thousand years, there hasn't been a mortal who dared to speak to me like this!" Suddenly, his voice stopped.

  Yang Jian only felt a gust of wild wind blowing by! The black tiger that was lying on the ground suddenly swelled up to a hundred feet, shook its head, opened its bloody mouth, and let out a loud roar at Yang Jian.

  A fierce gust of wind shot out from his mouth, heading straight for Yang Jia. Yang Jia felt as if a thousand flying knives were hurtling towards him, every part of his body feeling like it was being cut by a knife. He hastily pressed himself to the ground, knowing that in order to reduce the threat of the wind, he had to minimize the surface area exposed to it. This might be his only advantage as a modern person.

  This is not a fair fight at all. The black tiger, the mount of the Taoist in green robe, has a thousand years of cultivation! He doesn't have any confidence to win against that black tiger, let alone the most powerful one, the Taoist in green robe holding the feather duster.

  Yang Jian's hand tightly grasped the tile on the eaves. After a long roar from Hei Hu, suddenly its front paws lifted and stretched out huge tiger claws towards Yang Jian.

  Yang Jian looked up and saw the tiger's paw was like a mountain peak, Yang Jian thought: "Can't let this beast slap on this palace, what if the Bi Xia Palace is destroyed by its one claw, then there will be no way to explain it to Bi Xiao."

  He hastily glanced at the palace, which was hundreds of feet high! Yang Jian gritted his teeth and jumped down with a burst of energy. He couldn't control the magical power within him, it would appear sometimes but not others.

  At this moment, it was as if he had climbed to the top of a 36-story skyscraper again, but this time he wasn't trying to die. Just as he was about to hit the ground, a white mist suddenly rose from under his feet and supported him in mid-air!

  It seems that when there is danger, the law will automatically come out. Yang Jiaolong worriedly raised his head and took a look, Hei Hu saw Yang Jiaolong jump down from the main hall, and he didn't even slap him with one of his paws, at this moment his body was as high as 100 zhang.

  He lowered his head and took a glance at Yang Jian, let out a tiger's roar, bent down and grabbed Yang Jian again. His body also shrunk simultaneously! The speed was more than ten times faster than before.

  Yang Jian had no time to react before a dark shadow flashed, and his chest transmitted a heart-wrenching pain, his body was shaken off by the powerful force for several meters.

  It rolled on the ground for several somersaults before it finally stopped!

  A surge of heat in his chest, a mouthful of fresh blood spurted out! Just as he stopped, a strong gust of wind came from beside his ear, "slap" the black tiger's claws had already grasped his shoulders.

  The long fingertips pierced his shoulder, the cone-shaped pain almost suffocated him! Fresh blood flowed down from his shoulder, soaking through his clothes, and just now Hei Hu had also left three wounds on his chest. At this moment, Yang Jia was like a bloody man.

  His eyes were fixed on the black tiger's eyes! The blue-clothed Taoist stood aside, coldly smiling, and with a wave of his hand, the black tiger obeyed, its bloody mouth opening wide once again.

  Directly biting towards Yang Jian's skull! The blue-clothed Daoist smiled with satisfaction, hands clasped behind his back, and didn't look again. Suddenly, a loud "Boom" sound was transmitted, and a black shadow flew by from beside him. Heavily fell to the ground.

  The triumphant look on the face of the Taoist in blue robe vanished, and he only saw his black tiger mount lying on the ground, struggling to get up after a few attempts. The ferocity in the tiger's eyes had disappeared, replaced by fear!

  He couldn't help but turn his head to take a look, and was even more shocked! Yang Jia had actually stood up, the blood on his chest, the blood on his shoulders had thoroughly dyed him into a bloody figure, even his eyes had turned red.

  What was most astonishing was that Yang Jian flashed out silver light at the Heavenly Gate, as if releasing thunder and lightning, crackling with a hissing sound!

  The Taoist in blue robes said faintly: "So he wasn't an ordinary person after all."

  Yang Jian glared at him, the pain on his body stimulating him! It made him highly spirited and coldly said: "I have not offended Daozhang, but Daozhang treats me like this. I have nothing to say, but if Daozhang dares to be reckless in Bixia Palace again, I will stop Daozhang even if it costs my life."

  The Taoist in the green robe heard this and burst out laughing, saying: "You think you can stop me? This is self-deception!" He took another careful look at Yang Jian's Heavenly Gate.

  That place shining with silver light seems to be the third eye, what other treasure is it? Being able to hurt one's own mount can't be an ordinary object. How could an ordinary person have such a powerful treasure?

  The Taoist in blue robes slightly raised the corner of his mouth, taking an interest in Yang Jian's Heavenly Eye. He looked at Yang Jian with a smile and said, "Very good. I'll come and play with you."

  This Taoist is simply unreasonable, Yang Jiaolong was panting heavily, the green-robed Taoist's figure had already arrived beside him, and saw that he was floating in the air, one foot kicking towards Yang Jiaolong's chest.

  The Taoist's leg was swift and fierce, with a layer of green light floating on his leg. Yang Jiaolong dodged and weaved but couldn't avoid it, crossing his hands over his chest to defend himself. After the blow, Yang Jiaolong flew out like a falling leaf, heavily crashing onto the ground.

  Severe chest pain, a cough, and even blood was coughed up! The Daoist in green robes smiled as he walked towards Yang Jiaolong, who was prostrate on the ground, and said with a smile: "Youngster, your fight against me is simply like an mantis trying to stop a chariot."

  Yang Jian gritted his teeth, propped himself up with both arms, and stood up shakily. He wiped the fresh blood from the corner of his mouth with his hand, smiled at the blue-robed Taoist, and said slowly: "I know it's a futile struggle, but I've said it before - as long as you're causing trouble in Bixia Palace, I'll risk my life to stop you."

  The Taoist in the green robe looked at Yang Jian, and a kind of admiration arose in his heart. He had experienced no less than a thousand big and small battles, and the number of battles with great disparity was countless. Those who were far inferior to him in strength, whether they were humans, demons or immortals, almost all begged for mercy.

  Only Yang Jian! Clearly knowing he's no match for himself, yet still insisting on this!

  "Are you really not afraid of death?"

  Yang Jian let out a bitter laugh and said, "Afraid! Who isn't afraid of death?" He looked up at the Taoist in blue robes and slowly said, "But if one is so afraid of death that they do things that even they themselves can't bear to look at, then they have no face to stand in these three realms."

  The Taoist in the green robe snorted, saying: "You're a young man with backbone, good!" As soon as he uttered the word "good", he shook his sleeve and a golden light appeared from it, followed by a crisp ringing sound.

  There was an extra golden whip in his hand!

  "The people who can die on this dragon-binding rope of mine are all somewhat reputable individuals. Letting you die on it today is also considered a blessing for your three lifetimes."

  Tie Dragon Whip? God of Wealth? Yang Jiaolong stared at the Taoist in green robes in surprise! Suddenly, he remembered that there was indeed a legendary immortal who rode a black tiger and wielded a divine whip! It was none other than Zhao Gongming, the Martial God of Wealth revered and beloved by people to this day.

  Does this really look like the kindly and affable God of Wealth, Zhao Gongming? On the contrary, it looks more like a black-and-white impermanence that hooks the soul and takes lives in the mansion! The ferocious appearance is so fierce that even the black-and-white impermanence dare not compliment him.

  That's right! Zhao Gongming was cultivating in the Luofu Cave on Mount Emei, and he indeed had three sisters, who were the Three Xiang Immortal Sisters! If he had revealed his Dragon-Restraining Rope from the beginning, Yang Jiaojiao would have recognized him!

  It's probably too late to say anything now! Zhao Gongming took out the Dragon Binding Rope, and the long whip was like a silver snake coming out of its lair, directly entwining Yang Jian. The Dragon Binding Rope bound itself around his body, immediately shining with golden light and great energy.

  Above him, there were thousands of silver needles, each one piercing Yang Jia's body. The silver needles slowly lengthened, piercing the skin, entering the blood, and entering the bone marrow!

  "Ah!" Yang Jian finally couldn't bear it anymore, let out a loud roar, and the pain on his body became even more unbearable, with big drops of sweat rolling down.

  His voice also became increasingly urgent and uneasy! The footsteps of death are slowly approaching him, to die at the hands of Caishen is, as Zhao Gongming said, a blessing accumulated over three lifetimes!

  "Hmph! I'd rather not have such good fortune! The feeling of being bullied, I've had enough. Third sister was captured and taken to the Heavenly Court, her life or death unknown, mother is trapped in Peach Mountain, also with an uncertain fate. If I were to resign myself to this, would I have to watch my loved ones leave me one by one?"

  One Yang Tianyou, one Yang Jiao is enough! Suddenly, Yang Jiaolong's fists clenched tightly together, the pain of the silver needle piercing his body was unbearable. But he had to endure it, suddenly, the anger in his heart erupted like a volcanic explosion, and a scorching sensation came from the heavenly gate.

  "Ah!" Yang Jian let out a furious roar! The Heaven's Eye opened again, and ten thousand beams of silver light shot out from it.