No matter if they were cultivators in the Celestial Phenomenon Stage or Half-Step Great Sages, at this moment, they were all silent as a cicada, not daring to make a sound.
The faces of the teahouse waiters also became extremely cautious and their movements were slow. No matter what they were busy with, they would immediately stop and stand aside, waiting respectfully.
People are coming, and quite a lot of them.
Yang Zhen and Han Yan'er looked at each other, quietly stuffed the curious cat into their clothes, and picked up the teacup to sip the fragrant tea.
From a long distance away, Yang Zhen could feel waves of terrifying aura approaching, and judging from the reactions of the people in the teahouse, these people should be coming for the teahouse.
Until the first person stepped onto the first step of the stairs, everyone's heart seemed to skip a beat.
Yang Zhen looked at his nose and his heart, slowly drinking his tea, but his peripheral vision was looking towards the stairs.
A young woman came up. She had a pretty face. If it weren't for the veil on her face, she would probably be no less beautiful than Han Yan'er.
There were three long swords floating behind the woman, and each sword exuded the aura of a holy weapon, which made Yang Zhen dumbfounded.
What a cool outfit, so cool. How did this woman make the three holy swords float behind her like a peacock spreading its tail?
The first sword is blood red, the second sword is icy cold, and the third sword is like fire.
The woman had a frosty face. After entering the teahouse, she looked around, set her eyes on an empty seat by the window, and walked over.
Behind the young woman, there were two old men, both of whom were in the saint realm. They looked very old and frail, with their eyes fixed straight ahead, like two puppets, but the aura they exuded was creepy.
Yang Zhen did not notice the two old men at first, just like there were two long swords following the young woman. From this, we can know how terrifying these two powerful saints are.
"They haven't arrived yet?" The young woman frowned and asked while looking at the sunset outside the window.
As soon as the woman opened her mouth, Chu Liuhua couldn't help but shudder, with an intoxicated look on his face.
Yang Zhen looked at her in surprise. Most of the men around him had the same expression on their faces. He quickly showed a stupid look and stared at the young woman infatuatedly, with a trace of saliva almost hanging from the corner of his mouth.
The young woman seemed to notice the movement around her. She turned around and looked at Yang Zhen, but she just glanced at him and no longer paid attention.
This look almost suffocated Yang Zhen. It was such a sharp look.
Yang Zhen really doesn't like this kind of woman. She is so cold and acts as if the whole world has bad intentions towards her, and she keeps people at a distance.
Aren’t people like this afraid of being alone for the rest of their lives?
It's just that they were unfamiliar with the place and the woman didn't take the initiative to provoke Yang Zhen, so Yang Zhen was too lazy to argue with her. He slowly drank his tea and waited for things to develop.
The two Saint Realm experts behind the young woman stood behind her like two wooden stakes. One of the old women said, "Dongxuan thirty-six, Xiqi fifty-two, they are here, but it's a bit ridiculous, as if they are waiting for someone."
The old woman was saying something incomprehensible, leaving the group of people confused.
Yang Zhen's heart moved. Dongxuan is thirty-six and Xiqi is fifty-two. These are two directions. There is indeed the aura of powerful saints in these two directions.
Who are these people? "Every half month, the Three Mountains Holy Land discusses martial arts in the teahouse. When they are talking, they don't like people making noises. So from now on, you just need to listen and remember not to make any noise."
A voice came into Yang Zhen's ears, and Han Yan'er next to him was also stunned, obviously she also heard the voice.
Although he didn't know what the Three Mountains Holy Land was, Yang Zhen finally understood. It seemed that these people in front of him had some special hobbies. They always liked to debate and discuss martial arts in crowded places. Some people with low cultivation had no chance to listen, but for people with good cultivation, it was a rare opportunity.
Chu Liuhua seemed to be addicted to voice transmission. After seeing that Yang Zhen had no reaction, he continued, "Usually, some Saint Realm experts come to debate, but this time Saint Qingquan is here. Brother, you really have great luck."
A hint of curiosity flashed across Yang Zhen's face. Just as he was about to ask, a gaze pierced him like a sharp blade, and Chu Liuhua was so scared that cold sweat instantly broke out on his face.
The one who looked over was the old man behind the Holy Maiden Qingquan. Just a quick glance gave him a feeling of being suppressed by the might of heaven. Even with Yang Zhen's current state, he felt suffocated, let alone Chu Liuhua.
The old man seemed to feel that Yang Zhen was not greatly affected, and he couldn't help but take another look at him, but it was just one more look.
Chu Liuhua didn't dare to say anything else. His eyes were full of deep affection as he looked at the beams above his head.
Yang Zhen took a deep breath and began to wait quietly. There was no harm in listening to more arguments like this.
At this moment, a hearty laugh was heard: "I didn't expect that the one who came this time was the Saint of Qingquan. It seems that the appearance of the Saint of Sanhua in Qianyuan Ridge has a significant impact on the Holy Land of Quanshan."
No matter from which direction you look at it, this hearty voice makes people feel like they are in the spring breeze. Even if you only hear the voice but don't see the person, Yang Zhen can judge that the person who came this time must be a young and handsome guy.
Sure enough, a figure like a bluebird flashed from the teahouse window and landed beside the Saint Qingquan.
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This is a young man with a slender figure and handsome features. In terms of handsomeness, he is almost as handsome as Yang Zhen.
Of course, Yang Zhen has never liked to talk about his handsome appearance. He is a person who pays attention to connotation.
This handsome guy looks so handsome that he can charm thousands of girls. He is only a little bit short of Yang Zhen who can charm millions of girls. But in terms of inner qualities, Yang Zhen feels that he is far behind. At least Yang Zhen would not leave the stairs and jump out of the window.
Saint Qingquan showed a hint of surprise on her face, with a hint of smile in her eyes. She looked at the young man and said, "Even Saint Qingchen of Chenshan Holy Land has come out of seclusion, how can Qingquan be so calm?"
The Saint Qingquan is as her name suggests. The words she speaks are like the sound of a clear spring, but with a hint of the chill of late autumn, making people feel comfortable but also a little cold.
The two smiled at each other and looked out the window at the same time.
Saint Qingchen chuckled and said, "Two seniors, since you are here, why don't you show yourself?"
As everyone was startled, a cold snort was heard: "The Great Sage Wuhua has come to Qianyuan Mountain, and he is very likely to become a distinguished guest of the Holy Land of Yaoguang. How about we take a break from the debate today and go to pay a visit to the Great Sage Wuhua?"
Yang Zhen was stunned when he heard this, and subconsciously asked: "Senior, do you know where the Great Sage Wuhua is staying?"
When Yang Zhen asked this question, the teahouse fell silent almost instantly.
Chu Liuhua's face suddenly turned pale and he quickly dodged to the side.
Saint Qingchen turned around slowly with a playful look on his face, while Saint Qingquan let out a light "hmm" and turned her gaze towards Yang Zhen with curiosity.
Yang Zhen: “…”
Damn it, I just asked a question, there's no need to react like it's outrageous, right?
(End of this chapter)