Zhou Tong looked at the leader of Qinglian Sect with a look of lingering satisfaction. The leader of Qinglian Sect smiled bitterly and hurried towards Yang Zhen.

At this time, who would dare to fight Zhou Tong, a madman? The 1.0 version of the Heavenly Dragon Elephant Sword is too terrifying. The power has doubled. What does this mean? With Zhou Tong's current strength, plus the 1.0 version of the Heavenly Dragon Elephant Sword, it is enough to pin the leader of the Qinglian Sect to the ground.

Only a fool would meet Zhou Tong's gaze at a time like this. No matter who Zhou Tong looked at, everyone turned their heads tacitly and followed the leader of the Qinglian Sect, walking towards Yang Zhen.

Tu Mieyang walked the fastest, almost changing his face to a grin. Before he even arrived, his hearty laughter was already deafening.

"Heroes are born young. I was wrong. I was really wrong. I was wrong. Very wrong... Well, I don't know how Young Master Yang modified the Heavenly Dragon Elephant Sword. I..."

Yang Zhen seemed not to have heard Tu Mieyang's words. He stared at Zhou Tong who was rushing towards him with a confused look on his face. He muttered to himself, "I didn't expect it to be successful. I thought the success rate was less than 10%."

Hearing this, Tu Mieyang staggered and almost tripped the leader of the Qinglian Sect behind him.

The Qinglian Sect Master also had a look of shock on his face. He looked at Yang Zhen strangely and asked, "Young friend Yang...are you not sure?"

Yang Zhen grinned and said, "Of course there is some chance, but it's a little small. As I said just now, the chance is less than 10%..."

Zhou Tong stopped rushing and looked at Yang Zhen in horror, his face turning green.

The leader of the Qinglian Sect took a deep breath, stared at Yang Zhen and asked, "What will happen if... we fail?"

Yang Zhen hesitated for a moment, and said solemnly: "If we fail, we should prepare for Zhou Tong's funeral now."

Zhou Tong fell to the ground with a thud, then jumped up and pointed at Yang Zhen's nose and cursed: "You bastard, are you using me as an experiment?"

Yang Zhen said innocently, "Didn't it succeed?"

“…”

Zhou Tong's face turned red and he couldn't utter a word.

Yes, didn’t it succeed? But if it didn’t succeed, Zhou Tong would have to watch everyone prepare his funeral… Bah, how could he watch others prepare his funeral at that time?

He's already dead, why are you still watching?

Zhou Tong's face turned green. He stared at Yang Zhen, as if he wanted to eat Yang Zhen alive.

Yang Zhen patted Zhou Tong on the shoulder and said comfortingly, "Alright, alright, you are already old and you can't even handle this. You are still the last one standing. The kids in our village who have just started primary school are more reckless than you."

"The elementary school kids in your village..." Zhou Tong muttered to himself with dull eyes, and then he became furious: "How can this be compared? If they die..."

"Aren't you alive?" Yang Zhen curled his lips, turned around and said to Tu Mieyang: "Senior Tu, you don't have to worry too much. I have some experience now. Do you want to make some changes to your martial arts and techniques?"

After hearing this, everyone was tempted even though there was only a 10% chance. 10% is actually not a low chance.

At worst, we can let others practice and give it a try.

Tu Mieyang showed a glimmer of hope on his face, looked at Yang Zhen and asked, "Then...how confident are you now?"

"...still 10 percent..." Yang said truthfully.

All the hope on Tu Mieyang's face turned into frustration.

Zhou Tong was very proud, patted Tu Mieyang on the shoulder and said: "Old Tu, this is your only chance, maybe you will have a great breakthrough and succeed in your cultivation. It must be uncomfortable to have me rubbing you on the ground, right?"

Tu Mieyang showed a trace of anger on his face, staring at Zhou Tong and said: "I would rather prepare your funeral. Don't worry, I will cry very sadly!"

"You old thing, do you want to be beaten again?"

Seeing that the two were about to fight again, the leader of the Qinglian Sect swallowed the words that were about to come out of his mouth.

With a 10% chance, he didn't dare let Yang Zhen try it easily. If he made a mistake, someone would definitely die.

After all, things like martial arts techniques cannot be easily changed.

Seeing the dejected looks on everyone's faces, Yang Zhen breathed a sigh of relief.

Damn it, traditional concepts are deadly. In Shangyuan Sect, people who practice other people's skills will be expelled from the sect. Why do these people here have no copyright awareness at all?

How many brain cells would be needed to change this? No, this loophole must not be opened. Besides, Yang Zhen already has enough skills and martial arts, so he doesn't need other skills.

Looking at Tu Mieyang with a frustrated face, he had vowed to cause trouble for Zhou Tong, but he didn't expect that in the end he not only found no trouble, but was also pinned to the ground and rubbed by Zhou Tong. Yang Zhen felt bad for him with this suffocating feeling.

Thinking of this, Yang Zhen patted Tu Mieyang on the shoulder and said, "Don't be depressed. Nine out of ten things in life are not as we wish. We must cheer up..."

Tu Mieyang was stunned for a moment, and his complexion finally looked much better. He looked at Yang Zhen with gratitude.

"…Only by cheering up can you be prepared. You have to believe that worse things are still to come."

There is no wrong version in the 1619 book forum!

The smile on Tu Mieyang's face gradually froze, and Zhou Tong next to him burst out laughing, spitting all over Tu Mieyang's face.

Yang Zhen was stunned, and said rather embarrassedly: "I'm sorry, I just learned a lot and said it casually, that's not what I meant."

Zhou Tong laughed loudly, patted Tu Mieyang on the shoulder and said, "Old Tu, cheer up and prepare for even worse things."

…

The matter of the six leaders was thus settled.

Although Dong Tianming was still a little unconvinced, Yang Zhen had already proved that he was qualified to be Zhou Tong's master. What was there to be unconvinced about?

During this period, Zhou Tong was the most ambitious person. His current strength even surpassed that of the leader of the Qinglian Sect, and he almost raised his head too high.

Another reason why Yang Zhen was unwilling to change the skills and martial arts for the Qinglian Sect Master and others was that he couldn't wait to go to the Great Wilderness Emperor Road, so that he could meet the young girl and others.

After the departure date was set, Saint Purple Star found Yang Zhen, bowed and said with a smile: "From now on, I will rely on Young Master Yang's care."

Yang Zhen's face was as smiling as a flower. He waved his hand and said, "Okay, okay. We have many opportunities for in-depth communication. Don't worry... don't worry!"

Dong Tianming snorted lightly, and seeing the two of them talking and laughing, he seemed a little reluctant and said, "I hope Junior Brother Yang will be magnanimous and let bygones be bygones."

Yang Zhen glanced at Dong Tianming and said, "I'm not a petty person."

This sage is a petty-minded person!

Humph! Dong Tianming seemed not to notice Yang Zhen's fake smile, and said in a deep voice: "Junior Brother Yang, you must be careful of the people in the Third Palace. Those people are arrogant. You have done so many things now, they will definitely not easily recognize you."

Yang Zhen exclaimed, "What a coincidence. This Sao Saint is not someone who recognizes others easily. By the way, can you grab the leader of Sangong?"

Purple Star Saint exclaimed, looked at Yang Zhen in disbelief and asked, "Young Master Yang wants to snatch the leader of the three palaces?"

Yang Zhen grinned and said, "A scholar who doesn't want to be a cook is not a good excavator driver!"

(End of this chapter)