Luo Qingchen has such a good name but it's a waste. His brain is not good enough or something is missing.

Others might be modest and not admit it when they are showing off, but is there anyone who admits to not having an erection? At least if Yang Zhen is like this, he would never admit it even if he is beaten to death.

Although Luo Qingchen did not admit it directly, there was no fool among the people present. Almost all of them knew the cause of Luo Qingchen's illness. Seeing the look of wanting to laugh but not daring to laugh, Luo Qingchen suddenly realized something. Then he became angry and slammed the table, ready to fight Yang Zhen.

Behind Han Yan'er, the mean cat looked at Yang Zhen with a look of amazement, muttering to himself: "Damn, this kid is getting more and more incredible. There are so many Saint Realm experts, and there are so many from the three forces of the Three Mountains Holy Land. They just started fighting as soon as they said it. It's simply... worthy of being the kid that the deity has taken a fancy to. He's just digging grass... How can he run away?"

Run? There is no such word as run in Yang Zhen's dictionary, and it is an authentic dictionary! Seeing Luo Qingchen rushing over, the other Saint Realm experts and the Saintess of Qingquan all looked like they were sitting and watching. Yang Zhen sat there even more calmly than these people.

"Are you trying to kill me?"

Yang Zhen looked at Luo Qingchen who was rushing towards him with an innocent face and even took out his sword. For a moment, a true energy storm swept through the entire teahouse. If Yang Zhen didn't run away, everyone else would have almost jumped out.

Luo Qingchen roared, "Asshole, what you did today is enough to make you die a hundred times. Do you think this Saint Son will let you go?"

Yang Zhen waved his hand and said, "Don't be so angry. Everyone has a disease, just like monks also have headaches and fevers. If you are sick, you can treat it. Is there any need to kill people?"

Treat the disease? Hearing this, everyone around looked at Yang Zhen as if he was a fool.

The Three Holy Mountains have always been united in their hatred of the enemy. Although there have been gaps between them, they have always stood together in the greater good.

With three such terrifying holy places joining together, what kind of doctor can’t be found?

Not to mention doctors, there are also many alchemists and spiritual doctors who specialize in diagnosing and treating monks.

With Luo Qingchen's identity as the Holy Son of the Three Mountains Holy Land, if he wanted to cure the disease, he would have asked all the seniors openly and secretly. Until now, he still hasn't been cured, and you are here making sarcastic remarks?

A group of people looked at Yang Zhen, and many of them began to shake their heads and sigh.

The long sword stopped, less than an inch from Yang Zhen's nose.

Luo Qingchen stared at Yang Zhen with a red face, snorted coldly and said, "Do you have a solution?"

This is a desperate situation, it is obvious that this is a desperate situation.

Even though he knew that Yang Zhen was most likely talking nonsense, Luo Qingchen still did not miss this opportunity.

As soon as the sword stopped, everyone in the teahouse looked at Luo Qingchen in surprise.

Does Luo Qingchen really think that Yang Zhen can cure this stubborn disease?

When seeing the calm look on Yang Zhen's face, the mean cat was shocked, knowing that Yang Zhen was going to show off again.

It’s a pity that he can’t be exposed at this time, otherwise Yang Zhen would not be called Yang Pipi.

Yang Zhen picked up the teacup and took a sip of tea before he slowly said, "You don't have to believe me, and I understand that. After all, we just met by chance, so why should I ask you to believe me? I just don't know if you believe in Saint Qingquan?"

Hearing about Saint Qingquan, Luo Qingchen's face suddenly turned red, with dark and black spots hidden inside. He turned his head and looked at Saint Qingquan with a strange look on his face, and said, "Of course I believe it!"

The people around were all confused. They didn't know what this matter had to do with Saint Qingquan. How could a woman like her get involved in a discussion of such a thing?

Yang Zhen grinned and said to Saint Qingquan: "That's right, I have a question I want to ask Saint Qingquan."

"Young Master Yang, please feel free to speak!" Saint Qingquan looked at Yang Zhen curiously. At this point, Saint Qingquan could see that Yang Zhen had no fear at all, and facing the terrifying pressure from several saints, he was still so at ease.

Not only the Saint Qingquan, but also a few others including the Red-faced Saint Realm, showed curious expressions.

The fact that Yang Zhen could see the problems with Luo Qingchen at a glance was enough to show that Yang Zhen was an extraordinary person.

Although the people who came to debate were not completely clear about each other's problems, they could roughly guess the direction. In fact, almost everyone knew the problem of Saint Qingquan. Because of this problem, Saint Qingquan's master had asked countless people and visited many senior masters.

Buzz! A terrifying wave of true energy suddenly erupted from Saint Qingquan, startling everyone.

However, this fluctuation came and went quickly, as if the Saint Qingquan could not control it for a moment.

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, Saint Qingquan's face flashed with shock. She stood up and walked to Yang Zhen, looked up at Yang Zhen and asked, "Young Master Yang, do you have a solution?"

This problem has troubled Saint Qingquan for more than a day or two. On every full moon night, when heaven and earth are cleansed, the holy power in her body will erupt. If there is not enough vitality of heaven and earth to absorb at that time, Saint Qingquan is the only one who knows her pain.

Of course, Yang Zhen did not have this problem, because the holy power in his body had found a suitable storage place from the very beginning, and there were many treasures of heaven and earth suppressing each other, so it could not come out to cause trouble at all.

This method is unique to Yang Zhen and no one else can copy it.

Who can possess three heavenly books at the same time? Who can possess the origins of several heavenly and earthly true patterns at the same time?

Who could plant a world-destroying heavenly lotus in their brain? All of this seemed to be arranged by fate, allowing the complex forces in Yang Zhen's body to reach the same destination through different paths. Although complex, it did not bring any great restrictions to Yang Zhen.

But today, Yang Zhen has realized this problem and must find a suitable way to integrate these forces and form a real force that belongs to Yang Zhen himself.

There is no wrong version in the 1619 book forum!

This is also the reason why Yang Zhen is pretending to be so pretentious, because Yang Zhen found a feasible solution from these people.

Although the binary formation in the body of Saint Qingchen seemed a bit simple to Yang Zhen, it provided Yang Zhen with infinite possibilities.

Combined with the Three Talents Formation mentioned by Saint Qingquan, Yang Zhen had already found the direction.

The special method of controlling the holy power of the Holy Maiden Er Qingquan also opened an alternative door for Yang Zhen.

This chance encounter in the teahouse might become an opportunity for Yang Zhen to break through to become a Half-Step Great Sage, which is of vital importance to Yang Zhen.

Seeing the blank expression on Yang Zhen's face, Saint Qingquan was stunned, a gloomy look flashed in her eyes, and she chuckled and said, "It was Qingquan who saluted, please don't blame me, Young Master Yang."

How is that possible?

Even her master couldn't find a solution. Even if Yang Zhen, a ninth-level Celestial Stage cultivator, saw through her problem by chance, how could he help her solve it? Seeing the gloomy expression on Saint Qingquan's face, the other Saint Realm masters stagnated their auras and shook their heads with a wry smile.

Among the people present, only Luo Qingchen had a look of disdain flashing across his face, and murderous intent flashed in his eyes.

“If you can see the problem, you can naturally find a way to solve it!” Yang Zhen smiled like an older brother next door.

The entire teahouse froze in an instant, and even the air became silent.

However, the breathing of Saint Qingquan became rapid. She stared at Yang Zhen intently. The ecstasy and anxiety in her eyes made everyone feel pity for her.

I felt a little low and uncomfortable yesterday. It was the first time I was scolded since I started writing a book, and the person was a deacon of Nanfeng.

Every foreshadowing is the beginning of a major plot, and every major plot will promote the progress of the main line. Nanfeng has been trying to shorten the foreshadowing plot as much as possible, but some people still feel it is not enough.

Believe in Nanfeng, if it is really water, an Orleans barbecue, a battle, a funny daily life, can be water for several chapters, and it can still be very enjoyable to read, but Nanfeng does not want that, it will be unfair to you who have always supported Nanfeng.

It’s been almost a year. Nanfeng cherishes you and every reader friend very much. No matter whether you laugh, scold, or support me silently, you are all the people Nanfeng is most grateful to.

I would like to take this opportunity to say thank you to you. I am really afraid that some of you will leave early before Nanfeng says thank you.

I would like to say sorry to the brothers and sisters who have left. I hope you will come to see Nanfeng when you think of it occasionally.

(End of this chapter)