The young man's facial expressions, walking posture, and staggering degree are almost impeccable. If he were on the blue planet, he might be able to win a little golden man.
But it was precisely because it was so impeccable that Yang Zhen was able to see the clue.
At this time, everyone was fighting on the flying boat, but this guy didn't even think about killing all the monks who broke in. He was just like the villain in a TV drama. The first thing he did was to check on his own treasure. Anyone who could do such a thing must have a hole in his brain or be crazy.
The young master's small pit was naturally not enough compared to Yang Zhen's old pit, so before Yang Zhen entered, he used the talent inscription to activate the true essence cannon.
The young master looked stunned until his head fell off, and he still didn't understand who was outside carrying a true energy cannon and blew his head off.
Yang Zhen was amazed, this shot was so direct, not a single drop of liquid was wasted, and it almost perfectly covered the young master's handsome face.
The bold and careful Yang Zhen confirmed that the young master was indeed dead before he looked up at the pool of blood.
In the pool of blood, a blood-red seed-like thing was rising and falling in the surging blood.
"Seeds again?" Yang Zhen's face looked a little strange.
The last time he got a seed, a small sapling grew in his head. He still hasn't figured out what that thing is. Now he has found another seed, and it is such an evil blood species. Naturally, Yang Zhen didn't dare to keep it on him, so he found a useless storage ring to put it in.
It was not advisable to stay here for long. After taking off the young master's ring, Yang Zhen left the place stealthily. Before leaving, he laughed and shouted excitedly that he had found an eight-star weapon.
The eight-star weapon is almost twice as good as the Thunder Sword. Yang Zhen himself doesn't have it, so it will naturally arouse everyone's enthusiasm. For a while, the battle was in full swing. All the cultivators who broke into the Black Dove were almost blood-thirsty. They took everything and ran away. When they met someone, they didn't care whether they were in the same group or not. They would slap them with all kinds of magic spells and martial arts such as ice, fire, thunder and lightning.
When the big sister led her men to rush into the Black Dove, Yang Zhen had already moved away tens of thousands of feet and could no longer hear the sound of fighting here.
Pretending to run away is definitely an extremely exciting thing. This place is not far from the coast of the East China Sea. Yang Zhen does not plan to return to the Big Sister's Blade, but flies on his sword, using the awesome Tathagata Paiyun Palm and Lingkongxu body technique to hurry on.
In two days, Yang Zhen could see a huge city shrouded in fog, with the sea breeze blowing on his face, bringing a refreshing breath.
The coast of the East China Sea is naturally the beach. Yang Zhen was eagerly looking forward to the swimsuit girl, but after entering the area of the coast of the East China Sea, he was stunned.
This coastal city is huge, much bigger than any city Yang Zhen has ever seen, and more prosperous. There are all kinds of buildings lined up one after another, countless corridors and pavilions, and all kinds of shops. However, most of the people here are well-educated and dressed in long robes. There are even many young talents holding folding fans, looking like modest gentlemen. There is not the slightest boldness of the seaside, but some of the gracefulness of the Jiangnan region.
Yang Zhen doesn't care whether a man is a gentleman or a villain, he only cares about the young ladies. But the young ladies here also smile without showing their teeth, walk slowly, and even their clothes have vertical collars, so you can't even see their necks, let alone their collarbones and abs.
"This...where is the young lady you promised me? Where is the sweet girl you promised me?" Yang Zhen felt like he had suffered 10,000 tons of hurt and lost interest for a moment.
"Sir, are you from the mainland?" A woman in coarse linen clothes asked behind Yang Zhen.
Yang Zhen looked back and was stunned.
This woman looked ordinary, without any fluctuation of true energy on her body. She was actually a mortal who had never practiced cultivation.
She was wearing a plain linen shirt and holding a clean little basket. She looked to be in her teens. She was plain and childish, just like a green fruit. Although not as beautiful as flowers, it had a unique charm.
If it was just this, it would not cause Yang Zhen to be surprised. Although this woman did not have any true energy fluctuations, she had a hint of talent! An ordinary person had talent?
"Young Master?" The little girl's eyes were bright and sharp. She looked at Yang Zhen curiously and asked again.
Yang Zhen quickly came back to his senses, and said with a folded hand: "Miss, my name is Yang Zhen. I come to the East China Sea for the first time and I am looking for a place to live."
Seeing Yang Zhen's strange manner of giving a student's greeting, the little girl chuckled and said, "Sir, you are really interesting. You won't be able to find any place to stay if you come here at this time. Oh, by the way, my name is Tian Rou."
"Why?" Yang Zhen looked strange.
Could it be that... all the post stations, restaurants, etc. are full? Tian Rou seemed to notice Yang Zhen's gaze and absent-mindedness, frowned, and explained: "Now everyone is by the sea building, even those post house owners have gone there, so the young master is looking for a place to stay now, and there is no way to check in."
Yang Zhen suddenly realized, but was even more surprised. He muttered, "Is this shop owner stupid? He gave up his business and went to Hailou instead. Miss Tianrou, what kind of place is this Hailou?"
Tian Rou smiled and said, "The Sea Tower is where the Master's writings are passed down. Almost every once in a while, a grand event is held on the shore of the East China Sea. One is to honor the Master, and the other is to compete in talent and gain fame in order to meet the Master's requirements and become his personal disciple."
Oh, this is quite interesting.
Just as Yang Zhen was about to ask for more clarification, a rough voice like a wild animal came from near Tian Rou: "Xiao Rou, go home and cook!"
Tian Rou uttered a sound, smiled calmly at Yang Zhen, turned and left, and the vegetables in the basket swung in a perfect arc, almost hitting Yang Zhen's face.
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Yang Zhen looked up with a puzzled look on his face, and saw a burly young man who looked like a wild beast was staring at him fiercely. He pointed at his eyes and pointed at Yang Zhen. The warning was self-evident.
Yang Zhen grinned and didn't care. He walked around and came to the sea tower, where he was immediately surprised.
There were crowds of people everywhere, the sounds of reciting poems and composing couplets could be heard constantly, applause and praise could be heard from time to time, as well as loud curses, most of which were insulting and disrespectful.
Yang Zhen was amused. He came to a table and tried to squeeze in for a long time but couldn't. He cried out in surprise, "Hey, whose storage ring fell off?"
With a loud crash, everyone scattered and headed towards the ground.
Yang Zhen took the opportunity to squeeze in, and came to the front row amid a crowd of cursing voices, and his eyes lit up.
Beside the desk, a little girl, who seemed to be only six or seven years old, was holding a wolf-hair brush and carefully drawing a proud bamboo.
Yang Zhen was stunned. This little girl was incredible. Her painting skills were so great that it really showed that ambition is beyond age.
This painting is very sophisticated. As for how sophisticated it is, Yang Zhen doesn’t know. Things that he cannot understand are all relatively sophisticated.
At this moment, there were bursts of noise, and suddenly a wave of talent erupted in the air, shocking many people.
"It's Master Bian. Master Bian's works are full of talent!"
(End of this chapter)