Yang Zhen called over five people, and they didn't look like they were in the same group, except for two young men and women, a man and a woman, who came together.

The man looked gentle and refined, and the woman looked like a lady from a wealthy family, and it was obvious that they came from prominent families.

The person asking the questions was an old man, hunched over, leaning on a deer-head cane. He looked a bit aloof, but he had the right to be aloof.

This is a half-step great sage, accompanied by a disciple, who looks at Yang Zhen with curiosity.

Yang Zhen just glanced at the other one and stopped paying attention to him. He should be a casual cultivator nearby, hiding far away, looking like he was there to watch the fun.

Yang Zhen grinned, showing the standard honest expression of the big brother next door, and said: "Everyone, long time no see, I miss you very much, I wonder where you are going?"

The old man's mouth twitched, and he glanced at Yang Zhen and asked again: "Are you really Yang Zhen?"

Yang Zhen nodded with a simple and honest face and said, "Yes, it is genuine and exempt from inspection. Senior, can I ask where Qianyuan Ridge is?"

Hearing this, the old man's face changed. He looked at Yang Zhen strangely, with a vigilant look, staring into Yang Zhen's eyes and asked, "Why are you asking this?"

Oh yo?

Yang Zhen became interested. Not only the old man's face changed, but the faces of the other people also changed, especially the girl among the two young men and women. She let out a low cry, covered her mouth, and her eyes were full of curiosity.

Is there something strange about Qianyuan Ridge? Seeing Yang Zhen's confused look, the old man asked again: "Yang Zhen, are you really going to Qianyuan Ridge?"

Yang Zhen asked in confusion: "Can't I go? What kind of place is Qianyuan Ridge?"

Several people looked at each other, and the woman among the young men and women said, "Young Master Yang, do you know that everyone in the entire courtyard seems to be looking for you now?"

"It's not as if..." Yang Zhen curled his lips and said, "To be exact, everyone in the courtyard is looking for the little girl, but the little girl is not with me now. By the way, what exactly is Qianyuan Ridge? Why do you all look surprised?"

The young woman suppressed her smile and said, "The young girl that Young Master Yang mentioned should be Saint Hua, right? That's right, everyone in the entire courtyard is looking for Saint Hua, and Qianyuan Ridge originally had nothing to do with Saint Hua, but..."

"But a treasure appraisal conference is about to be held there. If people knew that you were going there, it would definitely cause a huge sensation." The old man snorted coldly, and the strange look in his eyes became more and more intense.

Yang Zhen suddenly felt that the way these people looked at him were as if they were trying to prevent fire, theft and Yang Zhen.

Damn it, am I really that scary? What treasure appraisal conference? It makes me sound like I’m going to rob and steal everything.

Huh? Yang Zhen's eyes lit up, and he waved his hands and said, "Senior, you are joking. I just heard that Qianyuan Ridge is a nice name, so I just asked casually. We still have to go to the Northern Territory, so I won't bother you anymore. I really don't want to go to Qianyuan Ridge, so please don't misunderstand me."

As he spoke, Bitch Cat kicked Bitch Cat on his buttocks and said, "What are you standing there for? Why don't you say goodbye to Senior? If you're any later, you won't be able to catch the No. 2 bus to the Northern Territory."

"Ah?" The mean cat was stunned. Just as he was about to speak, he saw Yang Zhen blinking, and then he said, "Why are you suddenly going back to the Northern Territory? Old man, I'll see you later!"

With that said, the two men and the cat hurriedly left the crowd, leaving everyone confused.

"Oh no, Yang Zhen is going to Qianyuan Ridge. He must go to Qianyuan Ridge. Go and inform Yaoguang Holy Land!" The old man's face changed, and he hurriedly flew away on his sword. No, he flew away on his deer-head crutch.

The two young men and women smiled bitterly at each other, and the man said, "It seems that this matter should be reported to the Holy Land as soon as possible, otherwise it might cause some trouble."

The young woman chuckled and said, "Brother, you are worrying too much. Even if it is a treasure of heaven and earth that even the two Saint Lords cannot comprehend, how could Yang Zhen possibly disrupt such a grand event? Even if he went, he would probably just cause some unrest."

The young woman seemed to have remembered something, and she smiled softly while covering her mouth, saying, "From Yang Zhen's expression just now, he didn't seem to know where Qianyuan Ridge was. Maybe they can't find out."

"Is there anything that Yang Zhen can't find out?" The young man smiled bitterly and said, "In short, this matter must be taken seriously."

After the two of them left, the expression of the casual cultivator not far away gradually changed, and he shouted strangely: "Yang Zhen is going to cause trouble, Yang Zhen is going to cause trouble in Qianyuan Ridge!"

"Aqiu!"

Yang Zhen sneezed, rubbed his nose and muttered to himself: "Damn, could it be that monks really catch a cold?"

"Boy, I don't know if you feel the cold or not, but it seems that we haven't figured out where the hell Qianyuan Ridge is."

The mean cat walked in front with a swagger, not worried at all about being discovered.

Yang Zhen sneered and said, "Don't you know how to adapt?"

"How to adapt?" Han Yan'er asked, looking curious.

There is no wrong version in the 1619 book forum!

"Look, there's someone coming!" Yang Zhen's eyes lit up, and he pulled the mean cat and said, "Hide with me, little Daochi, go ask for directions, and remember to act like a weak woman."

Han Yan'er was stunned, glared at Yang Zhen, nodded, and walked towards the person who came thoughtfully.

Not long after, while Jianmao and Yang Zhen were staring at each other in confusion, Han Yan'er beat the two celestial monks until they were covered in dust and dirt.

"How...how is it, did you find out?" Yang Zhen asked cautiously.

God knows what nonsense those two monks said, they were almost killed by Han Yan'er's sword.

Han Yan'er glared and said, "All men are bad!"

Yang Zhen was immediately furious, and rushed towards the two monks carrying the Great Sword, but was pulled back by Han Yan'er, who asked, "What are you doing?"

"I'm going to chop those two bastards up. No one dares to mess with my little Taoist idiot!" Yang Zhen puffed out his beard and glared.

Han Yan'er glared at Yang Zhen, turned her head and said, "Who is your little Taoist fool? Those two cultivators... just talked too much, and I was tired of listening to them, so I punished them a little."

My God, how can that be considered just a small punishment?

But those two bastards had it all their own fault. With Yang Zhen's current ears, he couldn't hear anything. The two bastards actually answered the question irrelevantly and tried to find out about Han Yan'er's ancestors in various ways. Could this be found out face to face?

Men in this world really should learn how to strike up a conversation!

Looking for a fight!

This kind of thing, I am still more researched, I don't ask at all, just treat the little Taoist as my own woman, this is called subtle influence, you see, isn't it very effective? (End of this chapter)