usatvline Chapter 352 Tu Xingsun Takes the Stage
Chapter 352 Tu Xingsun Takes the Stage
Qishan.
Yang Jiao watched Deng Chanyu come and go like the wind, and then released her hand from covering Yang Jian's ears.
My little brother is still young!
No one should even think about messing with Yang Jian.
Nezha was already laughing so hard he was slapping his thigh and laughing heartily.
Yang Jian lowered his cool eyes and looked at Nezha sincerely, saying:
"What are you laughing at? Are you laughing because you're short and that's why this doesn't happen to you?"
next moment.
The harmonious atmosphere was instantly shattered by the raging flames of the Wind and Fire Wheel.
The Fire-Tipped Spear stabbed menacingly into Yang Jian's chest, drawing a blinding spark.
The Eight-Nine Arcane Arts grants an invincible physical body, making one impervious to divine artifacts.
Yang Jian arrogantly waved away the non-existent ash on his body, and then his three-pointed double-edged sword shot through the air.
"They've started fighting again~"
Mosquito Taoist had grown bored with the sights, so he picked a flower and, finding an empty spot in Yang Jiao's hair, pinned it inside.
Yang Jiao squatted on the ground, staring blankly at Nezha.
His gaze lingered on Yang Jian's height, which barely reached his shoulder, and he muttered to himself:
How can we make Nezha grow taller?
He's a lotus root now, so maybe... we should plant Nezha in the ground?
On the outskirts of Qishan.
The two peach and willow trees, which Nezha had already planted in the soil, had their branches intertwined and seemed to be weeping:
"Why is it so hard to die?!"
The all-seeing and all-hearing experts just thought it was too ridiculous!
Meanwhile, in the Three Mountains Pass.
Deng Jiugong handed over all matters concerning Sanshan Pass to his successor, Kong Xuan.
Kong Xuan was tall and strong, with a handsome face and a commanding presence. Even Deng Jiugong, who had fought for many years, dared not laugh when he saw him, which showed how powerful he was.
Subsequently, Deng Jiugong led his troops to attack Xiqi, and they marched off in a grand and imposing manner.
It was a month later when they arrived at the east gate of Xiqi and set up camp.
On the day of their arrival, because a fierce general named Tu Xingsun had joined their ranks, they wanted to give Xiqi a taste of their power, so they beat the drums and summoned their troops to the city tower.
Jiang Ziya led his troops out to meet the enemy.
Yang Jiao stood in the middle, looking around curiously.
Because Deng Chanyu had already informed her father of her identity as a celestial deity, Deng Jiugong bowed and paid his respects as soon as he saw Yang Jiao.
Yang Jiao bowed in return, and as she raised her hand, she saw a grayish-brown dwarf emerge from the ground.
She is really short.
Moreover, his face was ashen.
He even had a small mustache hanging from his mouth.
It looked like the height of a seven or eight-year-old child, but with the appearance of an adult man and a peculiar complexion, which was quite eerie.
At this moment, Tu Xingsun pointed towards Xiqi and loudly provocatively said:
"Bring out all the best men in your camp, so I can take them down in one fell swoop and avoid ruining my wedding night."
After he finished speaking, he found that no one from Xiqi was looking at him directly.
Just as he was getting annoyed, he caught a glimpse of Yang Jiao standing to the side.
His eyes immediately lit up.
In the Jialong Mountain where he cultivated, there were many demons who had taken human form. He originally thought that the most beautiful women in the world were those female demons, but when he saw Yang Jiao, his heart started pounding.
Relying on his ability to shrink the distance to an inch.
Tu Xingsun twisted and burrowed into the ground, then reappeared beside Yang Jiao in the blink of an eye. He looked up at her with a lewd expression.
"Whose daughter are you? From Xiqi or Chaoge? Are you willing to follow me, Tu Xingsun? If you agree, I will guide you in cultivation so that you can live forever and enjoy wealth and honor."
The visitation he saw was almost tangible.
Tu Xingsun, being a man, was twisted by his short stature and developed a fondness for beautiful women.
For mortals, obtaining the secret to immortality is the greatest wish; how could they not grasp it?
He was beaming with pride.
"My beauty, say something!"
"Oh."
Yang Jiao smiled and curled the corners of her lips.
This immediately made Tu Xingsun's eyes widen, and he kept repeating, "Beautiful, even more beautiful when he smiles."
Tu Xingsun, blinded by the smile, didn't see that two figures suddenly leaped out from the Xiqi side, who hadn't even given him a second glance when he challenged them.
Even faster, the clouds overhead fell down.
Tu Xingsun felt a shadow fall over his head. He looked up and saw a beautiful woman with a cool and aloof expression descending. He murmured to himself, "..."
"What a nice view……"
Mosquito Taoist descended from the sky.
Lift your leg and kick.
Tu Xingsun's gaze fell on those legs, but by the time he reacted, it was already too late.
A heavy kick to the heart.
Tu Xingsun was kicked away and crashed into the city wall with a thud, sinking deep into it. Cracks began to spread from the top of his head. After a slight cracking sound, half of the city wall collapsed, and rubble and bricks fell to the ground with a clatter.
Mosquito Taoist slowly retracted his leg, his eyes filled with coldness.
Where did that clod of dirt come from?
Then, when her gaze fell on Yang Jiao, the ice in her eyes melted, and her eyes became moist and glistening.
"Why don't you just punch him flat?"
Yang Jiao moved closer to the Mosquito Taoist, and only after their shoulders were touching did she raise her face and smile:
"With mosquitoes around, I'm unnecessary."
After all, it's not good for gods to openly fight.
Don't let me catch you walking alone at night, I'll show you what it means to be in the dark when you're under someone's nose! I'll show you what it means to be caught in a trap!
"Hmph." Mosquito Taoist was still a little angry that the clod of earth dared to come close to Yang Jiao and talk to her. He put his arm around her shoulder and sent her up into the clouds.
At this moment, two figures, one in white and one in red, floated in mid-air.
Seeing that Tu Xingsun, who had been kicked by Mosquito Taoist, had only regained some consciousness after taking the elixir, the two men's eyes were filled with frost.
Tu Xingsun never expected that woman to be so powerful.
He was careless and didn't fall into the ground.
Having lost face in front of the beauty, he glared angrily at the two young generals who had emerged from Xiqi and spat:
"I'll use the two of you to vent my anger!"
Deng Jiugong, standing atop the city wall, frowned.
Thinking to himself that this Taoist priest who could burrow into the ground was too reckless, and that he was always cautious in his military operations, he immediately waved his hand, ordering his army to go down and meet the enemy.
"Deng Xiu, Chan Yu, you lead the troops to assist Tu Xingsun."
"Yes, Father!"
The brother and sister each led their troops and rode out of the city gate.
Jiang Ziya raised his hand, and Huang Feihu and others under his command led their troops away.
The two sides were locked in combat.
The five-colored stones in Deng Chanyu's hand had already injured many Xiqi generals before. Nezha tilted his head to look at Yang Jian and asked:
"You're the nemesis of that magic weapon, aren't you going?"
Yang Jian snorted coldly, glancing sideways at Nezha's clear-headed expression, and replied:
"You're the only one who wants to beat him up?"
The two almost got into a fight over who should fight Tu Xingsun.
Tu Xingsun slammed into the ground.
They reappeared behind Yang Jian. Deng Chanyu, who was standing to the side, felt a pang of sorrow in her heart and couldn't help but feel worried for Yang Jian.
Yang Jian's hair fluttered slightly behind him, and he dodged the attack by tilting his head slightly the instant Tu Xingsun attacked. Then, he turned halfway to the side with his tall figure and kicked back with his long leg.
The moment he pulled his leg back, Tu Xingsun was already smashed to the ground.
Yang Jian looked at Tu Xingsun calmly, a mocking smile playing on his lips.
Having just repelled a major general, Deng Chanyu, upon seeing Yang Jian, whose every move exuded a natural kingly aura, pounded the ground in fury:
"How can he be only 13 years old!"