The old man was furious, holding the True Energy Cannon and staring at Yang Zhen with a sullen face. With a bang, terrifying True Energy fluctuations erupted from his body. With his powerful strength, the True Energy Cannon locked onto Yang Zhen at an extremely fast speed, but every time he locked onto Yang Zhen, he found that Yang Zhen had appeared in another place.

"A sixth-level Nascent Soul expert!"

Among the people around, some cried out in surprise and looked at Yang Zhen in amazement.

"Where on earth did this evildoer come from? How dare he play tricks on a sixth-level Nascent Soul Stage expert?"

"It is incredible that a Jindan-stage cultivator can still display such graceful movements in front of a Yuanying-stage sixth-level strongman."

“Although I don’t know what this young man meant by these two patterns, I feel a little angry in my heart. Could it be that these patterns have some meaning?”

"What a coincidence! I have the same feeling. This young man is simply... simply too shameless. Look, the sixth-level Nascent Soul Stage expert's beard is trembling with anger."

…

Whoosh! A cloud of white air suddenly burst out from under Yang Zhen's feet and shot up into the sky like a cannonball.

The old man's eyes suddenly twitched, and he roared, raising the Zhenyuan Cannon upwards.

Whoosh! Yang Zhen rushed to the lower left again!

Bang!

The entire Zhenyuan Cannon was pulled down by the old man. He held the Zhenyuan Cannon with a confused look on his face, his face ashen with anger.

"Hahaha, old man, you're really strong, take my shot!"

Yang Zhen stopped and stood between 'man' and 'one', the terrifying true energy cannon condensed into a ball of light.

"Not good, protect the young master!" The old man shouted angrily, and pushed his hands outward suddenly. A ball of terrifying true energy waves condensed in front of him, emitting a violent aura, like a barrier.

Boom! Yang Zhen fired a cannon, and the entire Black Dove was shaken up and down, with debris and wood chips flying everywhere.

The entire sky was thrown into chaos, with powerful air waves rolling and sweeping across. For a moment, it was impossible to see what the Black Dove had become.

Everyone around gasped and looked at the terrifying air wave in shock and suspicion. Although they couldn't see clearly, they saw that Yang Zhen was actually rushing towards the Black Dove.

At the same time, Yang Zhen's surprised and excited voice came: "Hey, there is such a big piece of Jade Ganoderma here, wow, and there is also Colorful Cloud Dew, oh, don't grab it, I found this piece of Thunder Fragrance Wood first, it is worthy of being called Black Dove, it actually hides so many good things, tell the truth, how many innocent Taoist friends have you robbed?"

The young master and the old man at the sixth level of the Nascent Soul Stage had finally managed to stabilize their bodies from the impact of the Zhenyuan Cannon. After hearing Yang Zhen's words, they looked at each other in confusion, watching Yang Zhen jumping around in the air wave fragments with a blank face, throwing out something and quickly picking it up, then throwing out a bottle of something and quickly putting it away.

What made the two of them speechless was that Yang Zhen actually blew up a wave of true energy and blew it towards a huge, broken pottery jar. A colorful mist visible to the naked eye drifted around.

"This...what is this bastard doing? Is he stupid?" The young master looked at the old man with a confused look on his face.

The old man pondered for a moment, and suddenly his face changed: "Not good, everyone be careful, he is framing us!"

…

There were many cultivators and flying boats parked outside the Black Dove, and even quite a few Nascent Soul stage warriors. They were all looking at the Black Dove, which was mostly destroyed by Yang Zhen's shot, in shock.

After hearing Yang Zhen's voice, everyone's body was shocked, and some strong men's faces changed, and they asked, "Was that the Jade Ganoderma that the young man was talking about just now?"

"Yes, I heard it. It is definitely Jade Ganoderma Lucidum, and there is also Colorful Cloud Dew. How can there be such rare treasures on the Black Dove?"

"Humph, this young man is simply ridiculous. He thought that we would be fooled by creating a chaos and then saying this. If there really was Caiyunlu, he would have hidden it quietly long ago. Why would he announce it so loudly... this... this smell... this is Caiyunlu!"

"Asshole, this person is really abominable. He actually deceived us and rushed forward to snatch the treasures of heaven and earth."

"This, this, this... It's colorful like clouds, and has such a refreshing orchid fragrance. It's exactly the same as the legendary Colorful Cloud Dew."

…

When everyone's face changed greatly, Yang Zhen's words came again: "Brothers, charge, many treasures have rushed out, whoever sees it will get a share, fight, the bicycle becomes a motorcycle, this Black Dove has done countless evil deeds on weekdays, I don't know how many innocent Taoist friends it has robbed, and it may even abuse women. It really deserves to be punished by God, stop, brothers, this water spirit root is really mine!"

Boom! All the monks around moved, no matter if they were blindly following the crowd or trying to take advantage of the situation with ulterior motives, or even the smart ones who understood that Yang Zhen was using a knife to kill someone, they all smiled at their companions and rushed into the crowd.

At this time, who cares about whether it is true or false? No one minds giving someone a beating when they are down.

"Shameless, shameless bastard, Elder Mo, kill these people, don't leave any of them alive!"

The young master's face turned blue and red, and he was furious. His eyes turned completely blood red. He twisted off the head of a Jindan stage cultivator who rushed up and threw it aside, then turned and walked towards the inner cabin of the Black Dove.

In the crowd, Yang Zhen sneaked up to the Black Dove using a large wooden board, rushed into the Black Dove, and followed the young master from a distance.

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The young master staggered into the inner cabin of the Black Dove, his blood boiling and roaring from his throat, like a wild beast. His eyes were bloodshot and ferocious. After a slight hesitation, he rushed into a cabin door.

Yang Zhen's eyes lit up. He put the Zhenyuan Cannon in his hand on the ground, pressed a talent inscription on the cannon, and quietly walked into the hatch.

After entering the cabin, Yang Zhen's face suddenly changed. A violent and terrifying pressure came over him, almost making him stagger. He looked up and was shocked.

The cabin was filled with scarlet mist. Although there was no danger in the mist, it gave off a chilling and oppressive feeling similar to that of the Nine Netherworld, which made people's hair stand on end and even their souls tremble.

The young master was sitting next to a pool of blood, looking at Yang Zhen with a playful expression, clapping his hands, with a calm face.

"Excellent, excellent! This trick of using a knife to kill someone is really insidious. I admire you very much!"

Yang Zhen curled his lips and said, "Your trick of luring people into a trap is quite good. Even I was fooled."

"Luring someone into a trap?" The young master raised his eyebrows and said with a smile, "I didn't expect you to be a man of letters. I like this word!"

"What are these?" Yang Zhen asked, looking at the pool of blood behind the young master.

The blood in the blood pool seemed to be boiling, with bubbles bubbling out. The scarlet mist was probably the evaporation of the blood.

"These?" The young master glanced at Yang Zhen and said with a smile, "These are the good things you mentioned. In fact, if you hadn't gone too far, we could have been friends. I like the 'luring someone into a trap' you mentioned."

Yang Zhen nodded and grinned: "Time's up, I have another word here that you might also like."

"Oh?" The young master was startled and asked with interest, "What word?"

"Good luck, we'll have chicken tonight!" Yang Zhen said, and then he suddenly fell to the ground.

The young master's face changed and he rushed towards Yang Zhen.

Boom! A terrifying beam of true energy light shattered the hatch and came towards him, hitting him directly in the face.

Thank you all for your rewards, especially the two helmsmen, "W," and "1416." There are too many names to list one by one. For every reward, even if it is 99 book coins, Nanfeng will click on your homepage and send silent blessings. I wish the little brothers to grow up and live longer, and the little sisters to grow up and stand up. I love you. Bow! 　　 　 (End of this chapter)