v3 Chapter 273： The opportunity is like the wind, always with me

Yang Su suddenly felt that God had a big joke with him.

In the mythology, Yang Ye has a whizzing dog. He is also called Yang Ye, and he has a **** dog beside him ...

The key point is that this **** dog is strong, and it is also a mess.

In mythology, Yang Yan has three eyes. Although he does not have a third eye, he has found a magical power in any corner of the corner after he got a place in the ruins.

The name is the same as that of the legendary Yang Yan ...

"Yes or no?"

Yang Ye was suddenly afraid, and God felt destined to make him look like Yang Ye.

"Forget it, let's do it, it's doomed, there is no way. Wherever good people go, it will be the focus ..."

Yang Yan felt good about himself, and then closed the heavenly eye contact.

The other ancestors are arrogant. If you want to die, I will enter a certain cave and look for opportunities. He is better, because the current strength is too poor.

If this were known by those Zongmen Tianjiao, wouldn't they be so angry?

Yang Yan closed his eyesight, worried that his tracks would be exposed, and then squatted down to find a place to drill in.

then……

He seemed to touch something, and the whole person suddenly fell down.

Just when Yang Yan was wondering, suddenly a sharp intention came, and his prickly hair was erected.

Turning his head to look at the source of Fengming's meaning, he was almost stunned alive.

The place where he fell off seemed to be a weapon mound. There was a weapon like a gun rather than a gun in the crack of a small stone. There was no other weapon.

"God are you kidding me? Three-pointed two-edged sword ... Isn't this a weapon of Erlang God Yang Yan?"

Yang Yan felt almost crying.

In the first few seconds, a heavenly eye-catcher was accidentally picked up. In the next second, it was transferred to the weapon mound with only a knife in it.

It is still Yang Jian's three-pointed two-edged knife.

Wang Wang!

When Yang Yan heard the scream of a **** dog above his head, he looked up and saw that this guy also jumped in.

Then da! Oh! Oh! There were dense footsteps.

Yang Yan was so tight-hearted that he was about to go to the stone and pull out a three-pointed, two-edged sword before he said it.

But before stepping forward, the **** dog jumped down, and then came the shouts of other disciples.

"Boy, dare!"

Then five disciples wearing the same Zongmen costumes adjusted down, and one of them was holding a spear, which looked exactly like Changshan Zhao Zilong.

This makes Yang Yan very unhappy, after all, his idol when he was a teenager is Zhao Zilong.

This guy is so long, it doesn't ruin the image of the warrior Zhao Zilong in his heart.

The **** dog was standing next to Yang Yan, and the red eyes were staring coldly at the five masters of Wupin Wuzong.

"What do you want to do? I discovered this place first."

Yang Zheng looked at Xiu Wei who was five people taller than him, and suddenly felt that God was kidding him again.

Don't end up hanging out, Tianyanshentong and the **** dog and these three-pointed two-edged swords have been taken away by others.

Then he replaced him as a copycat version of Erlang Shen, which was very embarrassing.

"Oh."

"What does it matter?"

"Now, this place is ours, haha."

"I guessed right before. You brought a **** dog. You must be using the **** dog to find things. This is not really right ..."

The five masters of Wuzong Wuzong all looked at the three-pointed and two-edged sword in the cellar with surprise, as if they saw a stunning beauty.

But they suddenly felt that Yang Yan was very annoying, so the five turned around and faced Yang Yang with a sneer in their corners.

"Is there a baby on my body? If so, it's your life."

The young man, led by the five, sneered.

And the young man with a spear near the young man shook out the gun flowers very fiercely, and pointed his gun at Yang's neck.

Feeling the chill that came from his neck, Yang Ye had very good reasons to believe that these people could kill people for the sake of their babies.

But Yang Yan was unwilling, and did not want to follow Feng Hao's good future and was ruined in these scum.

Then the brain worked madly, thinking about the escape route.

But after thinking about it, it seems that there is only one escape route, that is, leaving from where it fell.

The key is that his practice is to run away from the five masters of Wupin Wuzong, and the chance is almost zero.

This is a dead end.

Panic!

For a moment, Yang Yan felt that his back was wet with cold sweat, which was terrible.

"They are all neighbourhood neighbours, don't you need to be so cruel? Or if you take this weapon, I don't see anything?"

Yang Yan said tentatively.

Barking!

The **** dog growled at five people, grinning its teeth, and looked particularly stingy.

But that's the paper tiger.

Because they are not opponents of the five fourth-grade Wuzong.

The five looked at each other, laughed, and said, "The words of kneeling down and posing as a dog and begging for mercy make us happy, maybe we just let you go."

"Yeah yeah!"

"This guy really looks like a dog ..."

The five masters of the fourth grade laughed back and forth, let alone how proud.

What they said, however, completely stirred up the hatred in Yang Min's heart. He hated others the most in his life that he was like a dog.

Kneeling down as a dog?

It's better not to die.

"Do you have to do this absolutely?" Yang Yan bowed his head.

He could feel that life might soon come to an end, but before that, he wanted to be angry again for the last time.

Kill a break-even, kill a pair and make a steady profit.

So Yang Min took out the fluorescent Tianyan Shentong scroll from his arms, put it in his hand, and said, "This is the magical opportunity I just got. Who among you wants it?"

Yang Yan looked at those five people.

"I……"

"Me, give it to me!"

"Boy, give it to me, hear it, give it to me, I will spare you ..."

Five Sipin Wuzong eyes were all bright, and they all wanted to get the fluorescent scrolls in the hands of Yang Ming.

They didn't expect this bad guy to have such terrible luck.

"You all want it, but I only have one ..."

Yang Yan showed a distressed expression, and then said: "Then I put this magical power in front of this weapon, you come to take it yourself, grab the weapon or magical power, how about your fate?"

Yang Yan held the scroll in his right hand and slowly walked towards the three-pointed two-edged sword.

Sure enough, the five people did not move at the moment, but they also acquiesced to Yang Yang's actions, one of which was the residue of six or seven grades.

They didn't know how many they could shoot to death.

Now, they only care about the magic scroll and the weapon, but the five of them ... seem to be a little bit different.

So ... a civil war is inevitable.