klisemfg Chapter 368 Nezha Shows Off in Front of Yang Jian
Chapter 368 Nezha Shows Off in Front of Yang Jian
One sentence made Nezha laugh.
He crouched down, one arm resting on his knee, and tilted his head to look at Deng Chanyu, a mischievous glint in his eyes:
"Bigger than Yang Jian."
Having already suffered external injuries, Deng Chanyu now felt that her internal injuries were also quite severe.
Upon hearing this name, one seems to lose all strength.
The image of Yang Jian, as if he were a god, involuntarily surfaced in her mind. She gritted her teeth, brushed away that figure, and forced herself to stand up.
"Just asking casually."
The first thing I noticed when I met Yang Jian was how handsome and refined he was. After spending a long time in the military camp, I learned some crude language and teased him a few times.
He was later injured by Yang Jian and sent back to Sanshan Pass.
To say you admire me?
They didn't score two points, but they were just unwilling to accept that they had lost.
Later on, Tu Xingsun appeared.
This man was short and ugly, yet she wanted to marry him. It was at this moment that she had the thought that if she were to marry someone, she would rather marry Yang Jian.
But after experiencing so much, I finally understand—can't women stand up for themselves?
Deng Chanyu looked up at the benefactor who had saved her; her ambitions were not to be under a man's wing.
After bowing deeply to Nezha, he led his horse step by step toward the battlefield.
She was determined to raise her own banner in this battlefield where men fought for power.
Nezha watched Deng Chanyu's retreating figure, raised an eyebrow, then turned away in another direction, a subtle undercurrent swirling in his eyes. His voice, initially cold, now clearly rose in pitch:
"Yang Jian, I'm here."
Even Tu Xingsun and Deng Chanyu didn't recognize him.
Nezha could already imagine how shocked Yang Jian would be if he appeared in this form.
What if I don't recognize myself and get a fright?
"Hahahahaha."
Just thinking about it made Nezha happy.
He moved even faster, and the flames from his fiery wheels mirrored his emotions at that moment.
The howling wind whipped my hair up, making it look wild and untamed.
Nezha watched as the ant-like crowd below gradually grew larger, until it was almost in front of him, then suddenly stopped.
"Yang Jiao said that he's as tall as Yang Jian now..."
Nezha secretly hid in the clouds, sitting cross-legged in the air, pursing his lips and carefully stuffing gold bricks into the soles of his shoes.
He held his shoe with long, slender fingers, cheating with a blank expression.
After slowly stuffing the gold bricks in, Nezha stepped in and felt himself grow taller. Standing on the Wind Fire Wheels, he was unconsciously raised even higher.
After thinking about it, I realized that the Wind and Fire Wheels were too obvious, so I put them away again.
Then, filled with excitement and joy, Nezha fell backward and plummeted from the clouds.
Outside the gates of Xiqi City.
The members of the Chan Sect stood in order, including Taiyi Zhenren and Yuding Zhenren, who had just stayed up all night to sculpt Nezha's body. However, Taiyi Zhenren kept yawning, his eyes were dark and he was very sleepy.
After Yu Ding Zhenren broke through to the next level, he was full of energy and didn't feel sleepy, so he was naturally full of vitality.
Having only recently clashed with Deng Jiugong's army, Jiang Ziya frowned as he observed the situation, and thought to himself:
"This Deng Jiugong has guarded Sanshan Pass for many years. He is a brilliant military strategist and a talented general. It would be great if we could persuade him to surrender and bring Xiqi under our control."
He lowered his eyes, pondering a plan.
Deng Jiugong was different from Wen Zhong.
The former guarded the pass because of the people, while the latter did so out of a sense of responsibility.
Wen Zhong couldn't persuade him, but Deng Jiugong still had the potential to win him over.
Whoosh!
The wind was swift.
A streak of red appeared, breaking through the air.
It instantly attracted everyone's attention.
Yang Jian's heart skipped a beat, and he subconsciously looked up.
The figure of a boy descended from the sky.
His black hair stood on end, making his facial features more defined, with sharp and resolute lines, especially his eyes, which were deep and fierce, revealing a strong sense of aggression.
He suddenly turned around in mid-air, startling everyone in front of him.
Just then, Master Yuding was about to speak when he was gently pulled back by Master Taiyi, who smiled slightly and gave Master Yuding a wink.
The apprentice wanted to show off, and the child thought, "Let's just let him have his way."
He pulled Yu Ding behind the people.
Jiang Ziya stared at the strange young man who had suddenly appeared, his face full of doubt.
He dismounted and stepped forward, cupping his hands in greeting as he asked:
"I wonder where this young hero's master is? From which sacred mountain or cave does he come?"
Jiang Ziya pondered to himself that he had lived in Xiqi for a long time and was quite familiar with all kinds of gods and immortal disciples, but he had never seen this young man before.
No wonder Jiang Ziya didn't recognize Nezha.
As we all know, Nezha stopped growing due to special reasons and remains forever a child.
But the boy standing before them was not only tall and upright, but also showed no trace of childhood. Even the round and cute face he had as a child had disappeared.
Furthermore, since the senior disciples of the Chan Sect opened their own caves and recruited many disciples, there have been numerous disciples across three generations. After Jiang Ziya arrived in Xiqi, new young boys would come to join him every few days.
He naturally regarded Nezha as one of his disciples.
Nezha remained silent.
He stood in mid-air, arms crossed, looking at Yang Jian with a slight smile on his lips, which seemed somewhat cynical, and his eyes revealed a hint of provocation.
Time seemed to stand still; a second passed, then two, and all around was silent.
Nezha was overjoyed!
Hahaha, Yang Jian really doesn't recognize me!
Of course,
Yang Jian merely raised his eyelids and glanced at it indifferently, then lowered them again as if bored. His tone was unusually calm, like a stagnant pool of water, without even a ripple:
"Oh, Nezha."
"Wh...what!?" Upon hearing this, Jiang Ziya turned around abruptly to look at Yang Jian, his face filled with disbelief, his eyes nearly popping out of their sockets in shock. "This is actually Nezha?"
In an instant, everyone in the Xiqi camp was astonished, their mouths agape, unable to close them for a long time.
Yang Jian, however, remained calm and composed.
Nezha stood there blankly, his mouth slightly open, as if he had heard the sound of his jaw dislocating.
How...how did I grow up to be like this? How can Yang Jian still recognize me?
Before he could even ask a question, Yang Jiao had already arrived at this place.
She overheard her younger brother's words and looked over strangely, then became shocked: Yang Jian was indeed the smartest of the three traitors.
Nezha completely lost his spirit.
He was very displeased with Yang Jian.
Indeed, the person who understands you best is always your enemy!
"Tch!" Nezha scoffed, raising an eyebrow with obvious displeasure, and asked, "How did you recognize me?"
"It really is Nezha?!" Jiang Ziya and the others were stunned when the young man admitted his identity.
Yang Jian glanced at the grown-up Nezha, then strolled over to Yang Jiao:
"sister."
Then, his tall figure blocked Yang Jiao's view. His expression was solemn, and he looked at Nezha with disdain. He turned his head slightly to Yang Jiao and gave her some instructions:
"Sis, don't hang out with that weirdo who runs around wearing a magic ribbon anymore."