"You... you bastard who doesn't keep his word. I've given you all the skills and martial arts, but just let us go!" The bearded man and others howled in frustration.

Yang Zhen turned around and explained seriously: "Brother, I promised to untie the rope for you, but I didn't say when. As a cultivator, it's embarrassing that I can't even untie the rope."

When everyone heard this, they agreed that it made sense. As a monk, it would be very embarrassing if you couldn't even untie an ordinary rope.

Bah, what kind of nonsense is this? After everyone realized what was going on, they immediately started cursing.

With Yang Zhen's way of tying him, he couldn't even muster the strength to break free, and even the inner energy in his body was blocked. He had no strength at all, so how could he untie the rope? Looking at Yang Zhen's receding back, the bearded man and others could only look at each other and wail.

…

Yang Zhen's life was too comfortable. Whenever he met someone, he would cheat them. He had almost forgotten all the skills and martial arts he had. His weapons, rare treasures, elixirs, etc. were wrapped up into a big bag that was bigger than Yang Zhen's body.

When there was no one around, Yang Zhen would find a remote place to practice, and he could rob and practice at the same time. Anyway, these guys wanted to exchange him for a three-star spiritual treasure, so he didn't feel any guilt for robbing them.

The Youzhou Conference is really an interesting place, much more interesting than staying in Shangyuan Sect.

To Yang Zhen's surprise, he actually snatched a one-star weapon sword. He immediately became interested in it and refined it, and his strength soared.

Yang Zhen's sudden appearance threw the entire Youzhou Conference into complete chaos. Countless people who had vowed to capture Yang Zhen and exchange him for three-star weapons from Duan Langcai began to become nervous.

…

"Have you heard that Yang Zhen not only showed up, but also specifically sought out those who wanted to capture him, taking away all their weapons, skills, magic treasures, and elixirs. He knocked out the women and tied the men to trees. He was nicknamed 'Yang Ba Pi'."

"What do you mean by knocking a woman unconscious? I heard that Yang Zhen even tied women to trees."

"Hiss! Yang Zhen is so heartless that he doesn't even let women go. He really deserves to be called Yang Baopi."

"Yes, I heard that. He did not even let women go. I don't know where Yang Zhen is now. More and more people are looking for him. It is said that after Duan Lang heard Yang Zhen ask him to clean his neck, he became furious and raised the crystal stone to 5,000. And he only wants the one alive."

"What?" A voice suddenly came from the side, asking in surprise: "It has been raised to 5,000?"

The two people who spoke earlier nodded in unison. Just as they were about to speak, their eyes suddenly widened and they looked in the direction where the voice came from.

"Who are you?"

"Yang Zhen!"

Boom! The Heavenly Demon Fist was extremely powerful, and one punch could kill a cultivator below the Foundation Establishment Stage.

Yang Zhen has no interest in their lives, and he won't give them experience upgrades. It's not good to commit too many murders.

Looking at Yang Zhen's graceful back as he left, the two people tied to the tree felt a chill on their backs and cold sweat ran down their faces.

Who would have thought that Yang Baopi would be so elusive? How could others have the courage to provoke such a guy? Somewhere in the Jiuyou Mountains, Duan Langcai's face was livid and he was often furious.

"A bunch of rubbish. You can't even catch a person in the eighth level of the Condensation Stage. Do you expect me to get more crystals?"

Next to Duan Langcai, a thin young man chuckled and said, "Brother Duan, don't be angry. With Yang Zhen, how could he be killed by you? I heard that Yu Qimu from the Black Nightmare Sect is also interested in Yang Zhen and is already looking for him."

"What?" Duan Langcai was shocked when he heard this and asked in astonishment, "Why would that lunatic be interested in Yang Zhen?"

Duan Langcai smiled sinisterly and said, "Yang Zhen, Yang Zhen, I didn't expect that you would attract the attention of that lunatic. Should I admire you or pity you?"

At this point, Duan Lang said to the thin young man beside him: "Find Yu Qimu for me. Remember not to offend that madman. Just tell me his location. This madman will even beat his own master when he gets mad. Don't let him kill Yang Zhen by accident."

"Yes, Senior Brother Duan, I'll go keep an eye on Yu Qimu right away."

Duan Lang was amazed. Although he really wanted to see how Yu Qimu would brutally torture Yang Zhen, he had more important things to do now. After he finished this, Yang Zhen would be able to easily subdue him even with one hand.

…

Zhen Ping'er stopped at a beautiful mountain, turned around and glanced at Senior Sister Fang who was trying to get information, and asked, "Senior Sister, is there any news?"

Senior Sister Fang gnashed her teeth and said, "How dare this bastard Duan Langcai issue a bounty so blatantly? It seems like he is tired of living."

Zhen Ping'er's face turned cold and she asked, "Any news about Duan Langcai?"

Senior Sister Fang's expression was not much better either. She nodded and said, "Someone saw him appear in Guijianchou before. There just so happens to be a place where the vitality is moving. Let's go over there now."

Zhen Ping'er sneered and said, "Duan Langcai, if I don't chop you off with my own hands, I'm not Zhen Ping'er!"

There is no wrong version in the 1619 book forum!

As she spoke, Zhen Ping'er chuckled, "This Yang Zhen is quite interesting. He dares to go to the conference alone under such circumstances. I have to meet him sometime."

Senior Sister Fang nodded and said, "Yang Baopi's name is well known at the conference, but I don't know if he can be called the leader of the youth."

"Just go and see, I'm very interested in him."

…

At the same time, a young man in a long black robe stood facing the wind, emitting a violent aura like a blood wave. He looked like an evil ghost crawling out of the Nine Nether Hell. Beside him lay a monk covered in blood. The strange thing was that this monk was not wearing any clothes.

The young man asked softly, "Which direction did Yang Zhen go?"

The monk on the ground trembled all over and replied hurriedly, "He went in the direction of Guijianchou. He must have heard the news of the abnormal movement of the vital energy and left upon hearing the news."

The young man nodded, sighed, squatted down in front of the monk and said with emotion: "I really don't know where you guys get the courage from. Do you think a bunch of losers can come to the Youzhou Conference?"

A trace of fear flashed in the monk's eyes, and he said in a trembling voice: "Don't... don't kill me!"

The young man smiled and stretched out his bloody hands, holding the monk's neck. A bloodthirsty light flashed in his eyes, and he said, "Remember, the man who killed you is named Yu Qimu!"

"Crack! " With a crisp sound, the monk lying on the ground died without even a scream.

"What a beautiful voice!" Yu Qimu walked to the side, picked up the clothes on the ground, wiped the blood off his hands, and walked towards the direction of Guijianchou.

Guijianchou is a place name, located on the edge of the Jiuyou Mountains, in a bushy canyon. It is said that on every full-moon night, one can hear the cries of ghosts and the howling of wolves, which are shrill and cruel, making people shudder.

If someone could stand in mid-air at this moment and look down from above Guijianchou, he would see countless cultivators coming towards this side from all directions. Among them was a figure carrying a large bag on his back. It was Yang Zhen, who had reaped a great harvest.

(End of this chapter)