The voice of the Saint Qingquan was like the sound of a clear spring, and Yang Zhen felt as if he were bathed in a spring breeze.

Look, this is the bearing that a disciple from a big sect should have. They are not angry at all, why are you so angry?

Hearing the question from Saint Qingquan, Yang Zhen simply set his eyes on Saint Qingquan's chest... on the eyes a little above, smiled and shook his head and said: "Saint, what are you talking about? How can I see anything?"

The Saint of Qingquan suddenly smiled, and everyone was stunned. Some people even wiped their saliva hurriedly.

"Mr. Yang, don't you believe in women's intuition?"

Yang Zhen was stunned. He didn't expect that the Saint of Qingquan would even use such a powerful weapon as her sixth sense.

It’s just that I can’t say it openly. How can I, a naughty saint, pretend to be doing something that has no benefit?

Yang Zhen shook his head and said, "My name is Yang Pipi, Saint Qingquan can just call me Yang Pipi, or just call me Pipi!"

Saint Qingquan was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said, "It's an interesting name. Young Master Yang hasn't answered my question yet."

Just as Yang Zhen was about to speak, Saint Qingchen snorted coldly and said, "What can he see? If he could see the problem, he would not practice like this. Boy, today is your good fortune. Don't say too much. There will be a more painful process later. You just need to listen carefully."

Seeing the expression on Saint Qingchen's face when he looked at Saint Qingquan, Yang Zhen was stunned. Damn, nowadays, even a father-in-law can pursue a beautiful woman? Yang Zhen smiled naively and said, "Thank you all for your praise, but I don't know why Master Qingchen doesn't praise me?"

"Why should I respect you?" The Holy Son Qingchen sneered, and then his face changed drastically. He stared at Yang Zhen, looking like he wanted to eat him.

The color on Chu Liuhua's face, which had finally recovered, disappeared completely.

"What do you want to say?" Saint Qingchen stared at Yang Zhen word by word, and suddenly a Taoist aura like a violent storm burst out from his body, covering Yang Zhen.

"No matter what you want to say, since you have been chosen by us today, I will come to see if I can help you break free from the shackles and break through the bottleneck!"

Boom! The terrifying power of the Dao burst out, and Yang Zhen staggered and felt pain.

Chu Liuhua stared at Saint Qingchen with eyes wide open in disbelief, muttering to himself: "So, the legend is true."

The voice was very soft. If Yang Zhen had not been close to Chu Liuhua, he would not have been able to hear it, let alone understand it.

Legends don't come out of nowhere. Since there is a legend, it must be true.

Just as everyone showed a look of horror on their faces, Yang Zhen suddenly let out a strange cry, looked towards the Saint of Qingquan, and said, "Saint, help me, I'm dying, I'm dying!"

Saint Qingquan frowned, looked at Saint Qingchen, and said slowly: "Master Luo, this is not appropriate, right?"

Saint Qingchen snorted coldly, as if he was not going to give Saint Qingquan face. The red-faced old man at the side said with a smile: "I didn't expect Saint Qingchen's Dao meaning to be so perfect. Although this is a bit painful and torturous for little friend Yang, it still has many benefits."

There are a lot of good ones for you!

Yang Zhen glanced at the red-faced old man. Even if there were benefits, he had to be alive to get them. Under this kind of suppression, if Yang Zhen couldn't bear it, he would surely die.

Moreover, although Saint Qingchen can control the strength, no one knows whether any "accidents" will occur during the process.

Saint Qingchen was already controlling the strength, but Yang Zhen still couldn't hold on and died or was seriously injured. Who can be blamed for this?

Saint Qingquan suddenly spoke up and said, "Go in parallel, lack fire and move gold, place the Yuanying in the fire, and follow the will of heaven to travel eight circles."

Hearing the words of Saint Qingquan, everyone around them felt as if they had found a treasure. Yang Zhen was stunned for a moment, then immediately understood. After following Saint Qingquan's method, he indeed felt much more comfortable.

Saint Qingchen showed a hint of displeasure on his face. He glanced at Saint Qingquan and said, "It seems that Saint Qingquan can't wait to start the debate. She also has a method to replenish gold when fire is lacking. I just don't know how you will deal with it if I add Lishui?"

Buzz! A sound like the sound of waves in the ocean came, and a few splashes of water appeared in the Dao essence of the Holy Son Qingchen, and entered Yang Zhen's body along with the power of the Dao essence.

The method that Yang Zhen had just formed for the circulation of Qi was suddenly shattered. Fortunately, Yang Zhen reacted quickly, otherwise, if it were someone else, he would have vomited blood and been injured.

At this time, Saint Qingquan suddenly spoke again: "Leaving water is a disaster, extinguishing fire and corroding gold?"

Yang Zhen was in excruciating pain. He had thought of this idea long before Saint Qingquan, and naturally it had already been put into practice.

Things have developed to the point where it is no longer just a matter of debate.

Saint Qingquan could sense that Saint Qingchen was making things difficult for Yang Zhen, but Yang Zhen suffered because of Saint Qingquan, so Saint Qingquan had no choice but to help Yang Zhen resolve the problem again and again.

The people around were fascinated by what was said and wrote down almost all the methods of operation. However, when they looked at Yang Zhen, they began to reveal sympathy.

Especially Chu Liuhua, who was hesitant to speak and even tried to pull Yang Zhen several times.

Yang Zhen didn't feel anything. This kind of debate might be rare for other people, but for Yang Zhen, it was a bit rare.

Just when everyone was getting a little nervous, Yang Zhen suddenly exclaimed, "Okay, okay, the Three Talents Formation really works, but..."

"Just what?" Saint Qingquan was stunned and asked curiously.

Yang Zhen glanced at Saint Qingchen and continued, "It's just that Tianyuan returns to San, and the Sancai formation contains a cold Tianyuan formation. If Tianyuan returns to Xu, then I won't be able to get an erection, right?"

What do you mean by "can't get an erection anymore"?

There is no wrong version in the 1619 book forum!

Hearing this, the people around almost laughed out loud.

The Holy Son Qingchen did not laugh out loud, and almost rushed up to hug Yang Zhen's thighs and call him daddy.

Damn it, God knows how many years Saint Qingchen has been wanting to discuss this issue with Saint Qingquan.

Saint Qingquan is fully aware of the effect of the Tianyuan Formation in the human body. If one wants to solve Saint Qingchen's problem, the only way is to ask Saint Qingquan.

But how could such a question be asked face to face? Hearing Yang Zhen ask it so bluntly, Saint Qingchen was not only shocked, but also almost burst into tears.

That’s great. This problem finally appeared in front of the Saint of Qingquan. It is really a blessing from God. God bless her.

Countless people set their eyes on the Saint of Qingquan.

The Saint Qingquan's expression froze, her jade face flushed slightly, and she stared at Yang Zhen with some anger. Perhaps this was really a problem, so the Saint Qingquan was not really angry, but took a deep breath and slowly said: "Explain the problem you encountered more clearly."

Saint Qingchen's heart was beating so fast that he almost kicked Yang Zhen away. He came to talk about this problem.

But it doesn’t matter. As long as the problem is about the Tianyuan Formation gathering power within the body, it can be solved.

In the entire teahouse, no one wanted Yang Zhen to speak out more quickly than Saint Qingchen.

Little did they know that Yang Zhen was already very happy in his heart, but on the surface he became even more respectful.

Is there anything that cannot be discussed when it comes to academic issues?

Yang Zhen glanced at the Saint Qingchen, and said with a humble and honest expression on his face: "I just tried it. If the three elements are broken and the two elements give birth to the master, then the essence will burn the lonely yang and no yang will be born. If this goes on for a long time, the face will turn blue and the lips will turn red, the brows will turn black, and the eye sockets will start to sink. It looks more melancholy and deep. In fact, the internal needs are not enough. Doesn't that mean... I still don't have any offspring."

Upon hearing this, everyone present was stunned, especially the several powerful saints. They all looked at Yang Zhen in surprise, and then slowly turned their gaze to Saint Qingchen.

His face was dark blue, his lips were red, and his forehead was dark. He looked melancholy and deep, but in fact...

Damn it, is this talking about Saint Qingchen? Saint Qingchen's face turned red, staring at Yang Zhen and yelling, "Are you kidding me?"

"Yeah!" Yang Zhen grinned.

You want to kill me, so what's wrong with me playing tricks on you? I'm playing tricks on you! Saint Qingquan was stunned.

(End of this chapter)