After hearing what Yang Zhen said, the young man's face turned green, and he looked furious. He stared at Yang Zhen and asked, "Who are you?"

"I'm your grandpa!" Yang Zhen glared at the young man and said, "A real man's word, are you coming or not?"

Young man: “…”

Han Yan'er glared at Yang Zhen and said unhappily, "Yang Zhen, be careful. There's something strange about this person's aura."

"What's strange?" Yang Zhen asked curiously.

Que Ling finally recovered from the shock. When he heard Han Yan'er calling Yang Tieniu in front of him Yang Zhen, he immediately knew that he and Gan Bu and the others had been deceived. He glared at Yang Zhen unhappily and reminded Yang Zhen, "This person should be an evil cultivator!"

"Dig the grass!"

Yang Zhen's eyes suddenly lit up. While the three people looked confused, he walked straight up to the young man and looked him up and down, front and back.

If conditions allowed, Yang Zhen might have checked the whole place inside and out.

"Evil cultivators, this is a rare item." Yang Zhen was amazed, looking at the young man and said, "I have always heard of evil cultivators, but I have never seen one. I have seen demonic cultivators, but are you evil cultivators so shameless? When you see a girl, you want to practice with her. You are so shameless."

Que Ling looked at Yang Zhen with a dull expression, his face full of absurdity and worry.

There are naturally few evil cultivators, but each of them has something different and mysterious about them. Many Taoist cultivators, when facing evil cultivators, are unknowingly possessed by them, and they don't even know how they lost the ability to resist, and they die in a confused state.

Yang Zhen clearly heard me say that the other party might be an evil cultivator, and yet... he was so close to me. Wasn't he afraid of death? No, in this world, there is no living being that is not afraid of death.

Even those wild creatures who have survived for who knows how long, or the powerful emperors who have disappeared, no one has ever been heard of being tired of living.

Yang Zhen was afraid of death, but he stood so close to him. Either he was confident in himself, or... he underestimated the weirdness of the evil cultivator.

The young man looked at Yang Zhen who was so close to him, and a strange smile appeared on his face. He looked at Yang Zhen and said, "You can say such disgusting words, don't you want to be... shameless?"

"What's the point of having a face?" Yang Zhen showed a strange expression on his face, glanced at the evil cultivator, and said, "Tell me, what's the point of having a face?"

Young man: “…”

Feeling the strange aura of anger coming from the young man, Que Ling exclaimed, "Yang Tie... so careful!"

Yang Tiezhen? Yang Zhen looked back at Que Ling and said, "Yang Zhentie sounds better."

“You are…”

Que Ling's face changed drastically. Just as he was about to make a move, the young man suddenly laughed loudly. He looked at Yang Zhen with a playful expression and said, "You are really young and fearless. When I was as young as you, I seemed to be so naive as well. It's just that... my luck is obviously better than yours."

"Why?" Yang Zhen asked curiously.

"Because... I know how to avoid danger and seek good fortune!" The young man said, snapped his fingers, and whispered, "Fall to the ground!"

Yang Zhen: “…”

Que Ling: “???”

Han Yaner: “…”

"Fall!"

Snap! Another snap of fingers.

The young man looked at Yang Zhen in confusion and asked, "Why don't you fall down?"

The expression on Yang Zhen's face was even more confused than the young man's. He asked, "Should I cooperate with you?"

Puff!

Que Ling really couldn't help it. He knew it was inappropriate to laugh at this time, but he just couldn't help it.

Han Yan'er breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that the matter was settled.

"Asshole!"

At the same time, a slender holy weapon, like a poisonous dragon emerging from a cave, stabbed towards Yang Zhenxin's mouth from a strange and tricky angle.

Yang Zhen sighed, and disappeared from the spot as his body swayed. He said with some regret: "Actually, I don't want to fight with you. My friends are all over the cultivation world. Oh, maybe it's more appropriate to call you the Great Wilderness or the Wilderness. It's just that I have always wanted to find an evil cultivator as a friend, but I don't want to meet you. But this is the scene."

The young man's expression froze. After an unsuccessful sword attack, he turned around and looked at Yang Zhen behind him. He asked solemnly, "Being friends with evil cultivators? Are you crazy?"

Yang Zhen looked surprised: "Can only crazy people be friends with you?"

"I am an evil cultivator, an evil cultivator!" the young man roared, pointing at himself and said, "What's the point of you being friends with me? Aren't you afraid that you will be unacceptable to the Taoists in the world?"

Yang Zhen waved his hand, signaling the young man to calm down, and said nonchalantly: "This Sao Saint is not even tolerated by heaven and earth, so what does it mean to be tolerated by the Taoists of the world?"

"Heaven and earth cannot tolerate it?"

The young man was stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter like a fool. No wonder only crazy people could be friends with him.

"Why do you want to be friends with this old man?"

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Hearing this question, Yang Zhen's expression became serious.

Que Ling, who was standing aside, had a ridiculous look on his face and looked at Yang Zhen in horror. He was obviously frightened by Yang Zhen's heresy.

Han Yan'er didn't care. As long as Yang Zhen was around, everything was a small matter.

Besides, Yang Zhen has been doing this for a long time, and she and Hua Youyue have long been accustomed to it.

Seeing the solemn expression on Yang Zhen's face, the young man revealed a hint of anticipation and looked at Yang Zhen eagerly.

Evil cultivators are also a group of lonely strong men! Yang Zhen took a deep breath and said seriously: "For example, we can exchange our cultivation experience. You tell me the technique you practice, and I will cut your body into pieces for research."

The young man was dumbfounded, and suddenly shouted angrily: "You are a lunatic!"

After saying that, the young man turned and left.

Yang Zhen hemmed and hawed for a long time, but the young man seemed not to hear her and actually wanted to leave.

"Stop right there, you bastard!"

Boom! A loud noise that shook the earth was heard, and the air waves on Yang Zhen's body surged and tumbled. The land in front of the young man suddenly bulged up, and in the blink of an eye it turned into a mountain, blocking his way.

A scream came from behind, and Que Ling's eyes suddenly widened.

To Que Ling, the evil cultivator in front of him was extremely weird, but Yang Zhen at this moment... was even more weird.

"What else do you want?" the young man asked impatiently.

Yang Zhen pointed at the bird in the young man's hand and said, "Give the bird back to us."

The young man staggered, laughed, and threw the bird to Yang Zhen.

"Boy, I will remember you. Let's stop here today. Now that we have finished the matter of the ancient wilderness, it is time for you and me to settle the accounts."

The young man laughed heartily and his figure gradually disappeared into the mist.

Han Yan'er showed a strange look on her face and asked, "Just let him go like that?"

Yang Zhen waved his hand and said, "There is no deep hatred. Fighting and killing is so boring. I still have to go find Miss Tianxuan."

Tianxuan...Miss?

Que Ling on the side exuded a certain absurdity. One really didn't know what the scene would be like when Yang Zhen and Saint Tianxuan met.

(End of this chapter)