For some reason, the golden elixir in Yang Zhen's body got excited at the thought of a fight. When excited, it made a little noise, making Yang Zhen feel that after ten months of pregnancy, the fat golden elixir was finally going to hatch into a baby.

After feeling the fluctuation of the Nascent Soul cultivator's aura, Yang Zhen did not dare to be negligent, for fear that he would be slipped away by the opponent he had finally found.

Sure enough, after Yang Zhen jumped out of the forest, he heard a "hehe, hehehe" sound. His eyes suddenly lit up. He climbed up a hillside and locked his eyes on a middle-aged monk who was half-lying down with his butt sticking up, doing something unknown.

With this posture and this lewd laughter, it was obvious that this bastard must be raping decent women. Yang Zhen leaped up, and the Thunder Sword in his hand suddenly burst out with a terrifying thunder light, and rushed towards the middle-aged monk.

"Asshole, let go of that woman..."

Before he could finish his sentence, Yang Zhen suddenly froze.

The middle-aged monk was even more confused. He looked back in bewilderment and looked at Yang Zhen in mid-air. He was holding a radish-like plant in his hand and pulling it out carefully.

After seeing Yang Zhen starting a fight over a disagreement, the cultivator looked alert, and suddenly moved his body holding the radish, and had already rowed several feet away. With a wave of his hand, a terrifying wave of air rushed towards Yang Zhen.

"Boy, you want to steal my things without considering your own strength!"

Yang Zhen hadn't finished his sentence yet. He thought it was a beautiful story of a hero saving a beauty, but who would have thought that this bastard was just pulling carrots while lying on the ground.

Why are you making such a lascivious sound when you pull out a carrot? Yang Zhen shattered the air wave swung by the Yuanying period cultivator with his sword, pointed his sword at the Zhongnian cultivator, and said, "Let go of that carrot!"

The monk was startled and quickly put the carrot into his storage ring. He pointed at Yang Zhen and said, "Boy, you really want to steal the Azure Root. You are looking for death!"

A violent force burst out from the middle-aged cultivator, and the sword suddenly let out a dragon roar. A green light transformed into an extremely huge sword, rushing towards Yang Zhen at lightning speed.

Yang Zhen's eyes lit up: "That's the feeling!"

The terrifying power of the Nascent Soul Stage pressed down forcefully, and the golden elixir in Yang Zhen's body suddenly trembled, with wisps of golden light emanating from it.

Yang Zhen did not fight back immediately, but closed his eyes and carefully felt the changes in the golden elixir.

In other words, Yang Zhen is a skilled and courageous person. If any other Jindan stage cultivator were to be so arrogant, he would probably end up in a miserable situation.

The middle-aged cultivator apparently did not realize that Yang Zhen was so arrogant. During the fight between the two, he actually closed his eyes. A cold look flashed in his eyes, and his figure suddenly exploded, rushing towards Yang Zhen at an incredible speed.

The violent air wave made Yang Zhen feel a breath of death. If he did not dodge and took the blow head on, even if Yang Zhen did not die, he would probably be seriously injured.

But it was this breath of death that made the golden elixir in Yang Zhen's body go completely wild, like a 300-pound fat man, running very fast.

"Die, kid!"

The middle-aged monk slashed with his sword, and the long sword drew a cold arc and slashed towards Yang Zhen's neck.

Yang Zhen's eyes flew open and he yelled, "Stop!"

The middle-aged monk shuddered with fear and quickly jumped away, looking at Yang Zhen with a look of surprise and doubt.

Yang Zhen shook his head regretfully: "Not even close!"

"Boy, you are fooling me!" The middle-aged monk was furious. In anger and humiliation, his sword hummed and emitted a bright green light, rushing towards Yang Zhen.

Yang Zhen laughed loudly and also did not use any magic spells. He fought with the middle-aged monk with pure martial arts.

The two men fought back and forth, from the ground to the sky, and from the ground to the water, but neither could do anything to the other.

After a while, the middle-aged monk suddenly widened his eyes and shouted, "Stop!"

Yang Zhen, who was feeling the changes in the golden elixir, was stunned and asked, "What's wrong?"

"Boy, we have no grudges against each other. I admit that you, with your Jindan stage cultivation, can actually fight me for so long, which surprised me. But this is not a solution. Neither of us can kill each other. How about we stop here?"

The middle-aged monk stared at Yang Zhen coldly, observing every change in Yang Zhen's expression.

Yang Zhen shook his head and said, "It's nothing, I just want to play for fun!"

The middle-aged monk was confused and hurriedly drew his sword to block. He said angrily: "Are you sick? There are countless opportunities and fortunes in this world of Shanghengjing. You are actually playing with me here?"

Yang Zhen nodded, and performed the martial arts he had learned seriously. He stopped talking and was extremely focused.

The middle-aged cultivator was furious, and his Nascent Soul stage aura suddenly exploded. He sneered: "Okay, you're just playing, right? How much true essence can you have as a Jindan stage cultivator? If I don't kill you today, I won't be able to relieve the hatred in my heart!"

Two hours later!

"Stop, stop hitting me, stop...hitting me!"

The middle-aged monk looked at the lively Yang Zhen with a listless and horrified look on his face. He even gasped for breath when he spoke and was almost going crazy.

What the hell is going on? How can a Jindan-stage cultivator get so much true energy? The middle-aged cultivator's true energy is almost used up, but Yang Zhen is still jumping up and down and performing martial arts methodically. The energy waves on the Thunder Sword not only do not weaken at all, but become stronger and stronger.

What the hell...what on earth happened?

Moreover, Yang Zhen seemed to be in a trance, his eyes were dull, but his body movements and swordsmanship became more and more fierce, which made the middle-aged monk feel as if he was in a dream.

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I can’t fight anymore. If I keep fighting, I’ll be so exhausted.

The middle-aged monk roared, and a huge wave of energy burst out. The long sword roared like a dragon, and he swung the sword out, and suddenly he rushed towards Yang Zhen with a desperate posture.

Yang Zhen indeed dodged to the side with graceful movements.

The middle-aged monk turned around and ran!

Yang Zhen, who was almost figuring out what the golden elixir was, was suddenly stunned. Seeing the middle-aged cultivator actually turned around and ran away, he immediately broke his state of enlightenment and chased after him, cursing.

"Stop right there! How can a Yuanying stage cultivator run away without a fight? How are you going to survive in the Yuanying world in the future?"

The middle-aged monk staggered, turned his head and glared at Yang Zhen fiercely, saying: "Catch up with me if you dare, and I will fight you if you catch up. Are you crazy?"

Yang Zhen let out an "oh!". He had never been afraid of competing in speed before. A terrifying gust of air suddenly erupted from under his feet. Amidst the rolling white clouds, he chased after the middle-aged monk with a long shadow.

Yang Zhen was surprised by this chase.

The middle-aged monk was not very good at fighting, but he was incredibly fast, and his speed was sometimes fast and sometimes slow. In order to prevent Yang Zhen from attacking from behind, he could even make an arc to dodge.

"Is this... a snake-like movement?"

Yang Zhen was so angry that he chased after him while cursing, "Hey, that Yuanying stage cultivator in front, your girlfriend has fallen!"

"Stop right there, you shameless bastard. You can't win if you just run away. What kind of ability do you have?"

"Hey, your mom is calling you to go home for dinner!"

…

The middle-aged monk's face turned from red to blue, and no matter how Yang Zhen scolded him, he just didn't turn around.

Along the way, the cultivators the two met were all stunned. They looked up blankly and saw a Jindan-stage cultivator chasing a Yuanying-stage cultivator all the way, cursing at the same time. They looked at each other in bewilderment and their scalps went numb.

Yang Zhen cursed until his mouth was dry, but the middle-aged cultivator did not say a word. He met some Jindan stage cultivators along the way. He lost his temper for a moment and simply took out a bunch of rare treasures from his arms.

"Brother! Come back and fight me, and I'll give you all these, okay?"

Boom! All the cultivators below stared at the treasure in Yang Zhen's hand with their eyes shining.

(End of this chapter)