Yang Zhen almost kicked him, and the one who was implicated by this naughty saint was the Saint Qingquan.

Yang Zhen understood better than anyone else present how difficult it was for Saint Qingquan to fully refine the power of the holy realm at her current level of cultivation. However, difficulty did not mean that success was impossible. As long as there was a glimmer of hope for success, it was enough for Yang Zhen to take the risk.

Anyway, he wasn't the one taking the risk! That's right, there is no such thing as a free lunch.

Yang Zhen and the Saint of Qingquan had never met each other before, but he was going to help her just after meeting her once?

Unless Yang Zhen has kept his head in his pocket for too long, he can't walk when he sees a beautiful woman.

Unfortunately, Yang Zhen is not a person who can't walk when he sees a beautiful woman. Instead, he is a selfish villain who wants to cheat everyone he sees.

The success was a great blessing for Saint Qingquan, and Yang Zhen did not expect her to be grateful to him for anything.

If it fails, the Saint of Qingquan will be weak for a while at most, and she will be able to recover by eating more rare treasures.

Would Saint Qingquan refuse such a profitable business?

Of course she had the right to refuse. Now in the entire teahouse, no one could stop Yang Zhen from going on, except the Saint Qingquan.

Everyone angrily scolded Yang Zhen. Even the old woman looked nervous. She stared at the Saint Qingquan and urged her to stop practicing the Suxin Changchun Sutra.

But under the watchful eyes of everyone, after Saint Qingquan opened her eyes and looked at Yang Zhen deeply, she not only did not stop, but completely relaxed her body and mind.

This means that Yang Zhen can do whatever he wants.

Yang Zhen looked at the Saint Qingquan with some surprise. This woman was very brave. She dared to do so after just meeting him once. It would be hard to understand if such a woman could not become a great saint.

Yang Zhen laughed out loud and felt much better. He even didn't think the loss of a lot of true energy was a big deal.

"I'm going to start!"

There is nothing in this world that Yang Zhen cannot refine. Even if he cannot refine it now, he will wait and refine it. Anyway, one day, Yang Zhen might even refine this planet.

This is the sense of superiority brought by talent! When all the power in Yang Zhen burst out, everyone fell silent and looked at Yang Zhen with fear.

Compared with Yang Zhen’s danger, everyone obviously pays more attention to the safety of Saint Qingquan.

It was just like Yang Zhen wanted to do an experiment on the Saint Qingquan. If the experiment was successful, the risk Yang Zhen took would bring him a huge reward. Maybe he would be able to completely master the power of the holy realm in the ninth level of the celestial realm.

How terrifying would a guy who could master the power of the Saint Realm at the ninth level of the Celestial Phenomenon be? Yang Zhen himself didn't dare to imagine it! Boom! Yang Zhen's true energy had spread throughout the body of Saint Qingquan, and suddenly rushed towards the power of the Saint Realm.

Seeing this scene, everyone exclaimed in surprise, with a look of disbelief on their faces.

As the ice dragon in the air roared and rushed towards Yang Zhen with anger, as if it could tear Yang Zhen's power apart in the blink of an eye, Yang Zhen's power suddenly changed again.

A lifelike little Yang Zhen appeared in front of everyone. He leaped onto the ice dragon and started slapping it. Not only did the ice dragon scream in surprise, but even the Saint Qingquan frowned and groaned from time to time.

Chu Liuhua stared wide-eyed in the crowd, a look of disbelief on his face.

Yang Zhen kept on hitting, and the Saint Qingquan frowned and hummed softly. If the Ice Dragon had not been still roaring and howling, half of the men in the courtyard would have tried their best to hack Yang Zhen to death just by listening to the sound.

This is so fucking exciting. Yang Zhen is actually hammering the dragon?

Boom! A muffled groan was heard, and the restrictions set up by the Saint Realm powerhouses in the air suddenly became fragmented, and an earth-shattering roar went straight into the sky.

The sky was covered with dark clouds, obviously gathering the momentum of a natural disaster.

This is not an ordinary tribulation. Once the tribulation falls from the sky and lands on Yang Zhen, who is the condensation of true essence and soul, even if Yang Zhen has a hundred lives, it will not be enough for him to die.

Just as everyone exclaimed, a series of heaven and earth patterns suddenly appeared in the hands of the miniature version of Yang Zhen, and they were all refined into the power of the holy realm with a crackling sound.

This kind of thing is something I have never even heard of, let alone seen with my own eyes.

Yang Zhen...also followed him in.

"In...into?" Chu Liuhua's face was full of confusion and bewilderment.

Is this a success or a failure?

Nobody knows.

At this moment, the Holy Maiden Qingquan suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, spraying it all over Yang Zhen's face.

Yang Zhen seemed like an old monk in meditation and didn't notice anything at all.

"Saint!"

"Saint!"

A few exclamations were heard, and everyone's eyes became filled with doubt.

There is no wrong version in the 1619 book forum!

At this moment, Yang Zhen suddenly opened his eyes, wiped the blood off his face, and muttered to himself: "Damn, is this really possible?"

It’s so exciting and powerful.

There was a look of surprise on Yang Zhen's face. He could feel that after being beaten up, the power of the holy realm not only calmed down, but also slowly flowed along the meridians of the Suxin Changchun Meridian in the body of the Holy Maiden Qingquan.

Boom! The violent thunder in the air poured down, rushing towards the Saint of Qingquan.

Yang Zhen was so scared that he hurriedly pulled Han Yan'er out of the teahouse.

The Saint of Qingquan is going to survive the catastrophe! "Boy, what did you do?" The mean cat asked curiously on Yang Zhen's shoulder.

Yang Zhen glanced at the Saint Qingquan who had leaped up, and said with a smug look on his face, "Of course, it was by using the mysterious principles of heaven and earth plus the true patterns of heaven and earth, and the Heavenly Book of Attacking Life, that she forcibly refined the power of the Saint Realm."

At this point, Yang Zhen shook his head and said, "No, it can't be said to be refining, it should be said to be forcibly dismantled."

Boom! The entire teahouse was scattered. Everyone was looking at the Saint Qingquan, whose clothes were flying in the air like a fairy. They were all shocked and were looking for Yang Zhen.

Among them, there was an extremely handsome figure, flying around the sky robbery non-stop, and asking people when he saw them: "Have you seen Yang Pipi? Have you seen Yang Pipi?"

God have mercy on me, who cares about Yang Pipi now? The Saint Qingquan actually made a breakthrough.

From a half-step great sage, he broke through to the saint realm in one fell swoop!

Boom! The violent calamity in the air continued, but it was not fatal to Saint Qingquan who had mastered the power of the holy realm.

Just when Yang Zhen wanted to take Jianmao and Han Yan'er to look for the red-faced old man from the Holy Realm, a terrifying aura that made people's hair stand on end rushed over from a distance and arrived beside the Holy Maiden Qingquan in the blink of an eye.

"Great Sage!"

Yang Zhen's heart moved and he looked at the person who came with curiosity.

"Everyone, please leave. Otherwise, don't blame me for being ruthless!"

A cold snort was heard, and bursts of great sage power burst out from the person who came, almost instantly covering the entire sky and earth near the teahouse.

Yang Zhen was shocked. Damn, it was obvious that the person who came was none other than the master of Saint Qingquan.

(End of this chapter)