Zhou Tong walked forward with a suffocated look on his face and slapped Weng Yongli, sending him flying.

"Snap! " A crisp sound was heard, and everyone present was petrified.

Seeing Weng Yongli falling out with a look of confusion on his face, he got up after landing on the ground, with a puzzled look on his face, and he was angry but dared not say anything. Everyone wanted to laugh but did not dare to.

Weng Yongli looked gentle and refined, but everyone present knew that he was extremely vindictive. If anyone dared to laugh out loud at this moment, Weng Yongli would not dare to disrespect Zhou Tong, but he could not say for others.

What would happen if Weng Yongli targeted him? No disciple dared to try it lightly, even the disciples of Tiansheng Sect, all of them lowered their heads with ridiculous expressions on their faces.

Although Zhou Tong doesn't like Weng Yongli, he would not teach him a lesson for no reason. What is going on?

The ghost lady was stunned and then flew into a rage. She pointed at Zhou Tong and said, "Old Zhou Tong, you bullied my disciple for no reason. If you don't give me an explanation today, I will definitely turn against you!"

Zhou Tong snorted coldly and ignored Granny Cheng Gui. He said to Weng Yongli with a sullen face, "Boy, according to seniority, you have to call Yang Zhen Master. If you dare to say that your Master is uncultured, I will slap you in the face for Granny Cheng Gui's sake."

When everyone present heard Zhou Tong's words, their jaws almost dropped.

Especially Weng Yongli, who was stunned by the slap, seemed to feel that he was still asleep, and pointed at Yang Zhen and asked, "Master?"

"My dear disciple, why are you calling me grandpa?" Yang Zhen said to Weng Yongli with a smile.

Weng Yongli's expression suddenly became as if he had eaten a piece of shit. He didn't dare to speak and looked at the ghost lady for help.

How could Weng Yongli dare to speak at this time? This kid who looked about the same age as him was actually Zhou Tong's master?

Could it be that he is a powerful senior who has regained his youth?

Thinking of this, Weng Yongli's face suddenly turned pale. It was a close call with death.

If Yang Zhen really had the ability to maintain his appearance, then the sentence about lack of manners just now would be enough to kill him eight or ten times over.

The ghost grandma was also shocked by Zhou Tong's words. She looked at Yang Zhen, then at Zhou Tong, and found that Zhou Tong, apart from being a little irritable, did not seem to be talking nonsense. She suddenly began to doubt her life.

"It's ridiculous. This kid in front of you... this guy looks like he's in his twenties, and you actually want to take him as your master?" Granny Cheng Gui stared at Zhou Tong angrily and said, "What the hell are you doing, old man?"

The fake Taoist priest's mouth was still open. He nodded and said, "How could this kid be so worthy to be your master?"

Zhou Tong waved his hand and said, "Let's not talk about what I have done for now. I want to ask you, is the Sanshan Festival going to start? If not, I will leave."

Damn it, I lost and I lost. Is there any reason for me to not admit it?

Seeing the mocking expression on Yang Zhen's face, Zhou Tong wanted to slap Weng Yongli.

Even though it wasn't quite appropriate, that slap felt so good.

The ghostly old woman and the fake Taoist priest showed doubtful expressions, looked at each other in bewilderment, and then said in a deep voice: "This matter..."

"I will explain this matter later. Why have you become so fussy, old man?" Zhou Tong said impatiently.

The fake Taoist looked at Lin Miaoyi, who was also shocked, and said in a deep voice: "In that case, let's get started!"

For the Sanshan event, selecting leaders is not the main point, but it is enough to attract the attention of Sanshan.

After everyone took their seats, the fake Taoist priest ordered someone to bring up a huge stone tablet. He looked at Yang Zhen with a strange expression and said, "On this stone tablet, there is a martial art from our Qinglian Sect, called the Twelve Green Lotuses. Although it is not a treasure, it is rare in the courtyard. Miao Yi has never practiced it. The time limit is one stick of incense. The one who comprehends it will win!"

At this point, Zhou Tong looked at Yang Zhen with hope and asked, "Are you sure?"

Yang Zhen looked at Zhou Tong's expression curiously, and immediately felt that the Twelve Green Lotuses were extraordinary. He nodded and said, "Let me try?"

Zhou Tong glared and whispered, "We must take it down. The Twelve Green Lotuses is a great skill in the Green Lotus Sect. Just look at the expression on that little girl Lin Miaoyi's face and you will know."

Yang Zhen looked at Lin Miaoyi in surprise. Lin Miaoyi happened to look at him as well. Their eyes met in the air. Yang Zhen blinked, turned to look at Zhou Tong, and said, "She is also surprised. But such a precious thing is not so easy to understand. There must be something wrong with this stone tablet. I can only try my best."

Zhou Tong was unhappy, glaring at Yang Zhen and saying, "You bastard, you learned my martial arts so quickly, but you got scared when you got to Qinglian Sect. If you can't get it, I will look down on you."

Yang Zhen glared at Zhou Tong and said, "Who asked you to look up to me?"

"You are my master!" Zhou Tong said relentlessly.

Yang Zhen waved his hand and said, "Disciple, please step back for now. I will be back soon!"

Zhou Tong stomped his feet and sat in his seat without saying anything.

Weng Yongli had a gloomy look on his face as he stared at Yang Zhen from afar. Especially when Yang Zhen blinked at Lin Miaoyi, the look in his eyes became even gloomier.

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This slap made him lose face among the many disciples of the three sects. If this matter were to get out, one can imagine how big an impact it would cause.

Although this slap was not given by Yang Zhen, it was still related to Yang Zhen.

Weng Yongli did not dare to bear a grudge against Zhou Tong, but it was different for Yang Zhen. Since they were of the same generation, Yang Zhen must have used some unknown method to make Zhou Tong worship him as his master.

Weng Yongli simply didn't believe that such a young man who was also in the Saint Realm was qualified to be Zhou Tong's master.

Since I have lost face, I will just step on Yang Zhen's face and try to earn it back.

Weng Yongli looked at Yang Zhen deeply. In terms of talent, although there are beings more powerful than Quan Yang Holy Root, Weng Yongli has never seen one so far.

The first stage is to comprehend the skills, and Weng Yongli is determined to obtain it.

Even Lin Miaoyi can’t pass this level!

…

Yang Zhen, Weng Yongli and Lin Miaoyi each had their own thoughts. They came to the stone tablet and smiled at each other.

Lin Miaoyi glanced at the two of them and sat quietly aside.

Weng Yongli stared at Yang Zhen and asked, "I hope you won't let me down. Next, I will let you experience the difference between heaven and earth. In terms of talent, even if I give you an hour, you still can't do it!"

Yang Zhen nodded and said, "Where are you sitting, grandson?"

Weng Yongli staggered, glared at Yang Zhen, and sat on the left side of Lin Miaoyi.

There were three seats beside the stone tablet. Yang Zhen was not picky. He moved his seat to Lin Miaoyi's side and muttered to himself, "I heard that stupidity is contagious. Sister Lin, can I sit next to you?"

(End of this chapter)