Now, Yang Zhen couldn't even cover his mouth, let alone slap his hands. Yang Zhen could even feel the invisible sound waves sweeping across the entire street after the bitch cat shouted.

"Damn it, you bastard, Bitch Cat, didn't you agree to be low-key? Do you know what being low-key means? Huh?"

Yang Zhen was furious. He chased the cat up and down, and finally caught it and rubbed it on the ground.

"Fuck, let go, you rubbed off all my hair, and you just casually created a spiritual-level martial art. I feel sorry for you if you don't go out and do something with such talent!"

"Bullshit, what does my understanding of spiritual power have to do with causing trouble?" Yang Zhen slapped the mean cat on the head, and the mean cat turned around and bit him. The two of them wrestled with each other, punching and kicking each other, leaving everyone confused.

"Created...created a spiritual-level technique?"

"Or was it just created randomly?"

"Fuck! Do these two bitches have any shame? They even dared to brag about creating such a ridiculous martial art, and spiritual martial arts at that. Why don't you just say you created a saint-level martial art?"

Wang Meiling looked at Yang Zhen and Jianmao who were fighting with each other with a helpless look. They simply didn't take anyone seriously. This kind of self-willed character can easily drive people crazy and angry.

Especially Lu Baichi, he was really stunned by the sudden shout from the bitch cat, and he hasn't reacted yet.

Who would have thought that I just wanted to visit a senior, but I would be scolded by a cheap cat that walked on two legs as soon as I went out.

But the man and the cat didn't take him seriously. The reason they scolded him was actually because... because Yang Zhen created a spiritual-level martial art. He wanted to cause trouble? Damn it, what does creating a spiritual-level martial art have to do with causing trouble? Even if he wanted to cause trouble, why did he find me to cause trouble?

Bah! Let's talk about this later. The mean cat actually said that Yang Zhen created a spiritual-level martial arts. Don't they know what spiritual-level martial arts are? Even if he is a disciple of Huashan Fudi, he has to apply to the sect in advance if he wants to practice spiritual-level martial arts. He can only get it after his contribution to the sect reaches the standard and it is approved.

Yang Zhen, a country boy, actually said that he had created a spiritual-level martial art?

This is really a boast! At this time, Yang Zhen slapped the cheap cat and made him fall down. He pointed at the cheap cat and said, "Whether I do something or not depends entirely on my mood. If I want to do something, I will do it, and I will do it to whoever I want. If I don't want to do it, I won't do it. I won't do it even if someone asks me to do it, and I won't do it even if they pay me!"

The mean cat cried out, climbed up, and started scratching Yang Zhen with its two front legs. Its sharp claws scratched Yang Zhen's clothes into strips.

"Damn it, I'm doing this for your sake. What do you, a country bumpkin, know? When I was causing trouble, even the Great Sage had to watch with his tail between his legs and yell 666. Now you're shy when I ask you to cause trouble. Do you know how important it is for you to cause trouble now?"

"Oh my, would you shout 666 at that time?" Yang Zhen looked disdainful.

"That's pretty much what I mean!" The mean cat refused to give in.

…

"Shut up, everyone!"

Suddenly, a furious roar was heard, startling Yang Zhen and Jian Mao. They turned their heads and said in unison, "Shut up!"

The next moment, the mean cat's eyes lit up, and he looked at Lu Baichi, who had a livid face, and asked excitedly, "Are you the idiot?"

"Asshole!"

Lu Baichi's face was so dark that water could be squeezed out of it. With a bang, an endless wave of air erupted, and a tremendous momentum rose up, becoming overwhelming in the blink of an eye.

"What?"

"This... is this the power that a Nascent Soul cultivator can unleash?"

"No... Impossible. Why do I feel my soul trembling when I am in the Nascent Soul stage? What kind of power is this?"

“As expected of Lu Baichi, he is indeed powerful. Is this the foundation of the heir of Huashan Fudi? It is really sad that Yang Zhen offended such a monster!”

…

In mid-air, bursts of violent power gathered and formed into the shape of a large bird behind Lu Baichi. It was lifelike and magnificent. As it looked up to the sky and roared, terrifying pressure swept in all directions and rushed towards Yang Zhen with a bang.

"Okay! Yang Zhen, I wanted you to live a few more days, but I didn't expect you to be so presumptuous!"

Lu Baichi walked towards Yang Zhen step by step. His terrifying aura was like a huge mountain pressing down on him, and he pressed towards Yang Zhen madly.

"You created a spiritual-level martial art?" Lu Baichi sneered and said, "Even Senior Brother Wan, who has the strongest talent in Huashan Fudi, doesn't dare to say that he can create spiritual-level martial arts. Didn't you create one? Come on, I'm here, use your spiritual-level martial arts to compete with me."

Yang Zhen was stunned, looking at Lu Baichi in doubt and surprise.

Although this guy is also in the Nascent Soul stage, his aura is not weaker than his, and is even stronger than the average Lianxu stage expert. Moreover, the phantom condensed behind him is more real than his dragon elephant! Wow, this is an incredible guy, no wonder he dares to be so arrogant, it turns out that he has a solid foundation.

Yang Zhen glared at the mean cat and said to Lu Baichi with an embarrassed look: "Actually, you misunderstood. I really want to keep a low profile this time. I don't want to fight with you, and..."

"And what?" Lu Baichi looked down at Yang Zhen with a gloomy face and asked with a sneer.

Yang Zhen sighed, took out the hammer he got from the master chef, and gently stroked the patterns on it, which made everyone's eyes twitch.

There is no wrong version in the 1619 book forum!

After a long while, Yang Zhen said to Lu Baichi: "Besides... I charge for this hammer. The small hammer is forty, and the big hammer is eighty!"

What? After hearing Yang Zhen's words, everyone was stunned and looked at Yang Zhen with strange expressions, looking confused.

Fighting... and still want money?

Why don’t you go to heaven?

And the charges were so detailed, 40 for a small hammer and 80 for a big hammer? Everyone was confused, and Lu Baichi's face suddenly turned red, pointing at Yang Zhen and said, "You bastard, how dare you play tricks on me?"

"Why would I tease you?" Yang Zhen curled his lips and said, "In our village, we all do this. A small hammer costs 40 yuan, a large hammer costs 80 yuan, and we are honest in small business. Moreover, we count the goods in person and we don't allow credit!"

Lu Baichi laughed loudly, pointed his sword at Yang Zhen, shook his head and said, "Yang Zhen, you disappoint me. Eighty, right? Take out your biggest hammer. I can still afford this amount of crystals, but... are you still alive to take it?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Lu Baichi leaped up, and a dazzling light suddenly burst out from his body. A terrifying air wave rolled out, and the whole person seemed to have turned into a sun, illuminating the world. Everyone subconsciously closed their eyes.

"What kind of martial art is this?"

"It's too scary. Not to mention the battle, just standing here gives me a creepy feeling!"

"Is this Lu Baichi's true strength? This is too terrifying!"

…

Everyone was startled and squinted their eyes at Lu Baichi who was like the sun in the sky.

A terrifying cry pierced through the heaven and earth, and the big bird behind Lu Baichi shone even brighter.

Wang Meiling was shocked and exclaimed in astonishment: "Lu Baichi, he actually broke through again?"

At this moment, a strange voice came:

"You are electricity, you are light, you are the only sun, huh, bah, eight... ten!"

(End of this chapter)