Yang Zhen was really confused. It was obviously a simple math geometry problem, but he felt like he couldn't figure it out. He kept feeling like he had seen it before. The math problem knew Yang Zhen, but Yang Zhen didn't know the math problem.

"Boy, can you do it?" The mean cat circled around Yang Zhen and said with a suspicious look on his face: "The painting looks like it's real, but what is this ghostly drawn rune? Is it a rune that I have never seen before?"

"I've never seen it!" Saoji glanced at what Yang Zhen had drawn, and then combed his tail. The hair on his tail was a little messy because of Yang Zhen's pulling, and he couldn't pull it right after a long time.

Yang Zhen glared at the two guys and said, "Shut up, I'm going to figure it out soon."

Under the gaze of everyone, the group of people in Xue Qiu remained calm. After staying for a moment, they walked straight towards Yang Zhen. The foreign woman asked, "Excuse me, are you Young Master Yang Zhen?"

Yang Zhen was stunned. He looked up at the foreign woman and found that he had never seen her before. He lowered his head again and racked his brains to calculate a lot of questions, such as tan and cos. He answered without raising his head: "It's me! What's the matter? No appointment!"

The foreign woman was stunned when she heard this, and her slender and delicate eyebrows were slightly frowned, as if she was understanding what Yang Zhen said.

The people around him gasped and looked at Yang Zhen in surprise and doubt.

Seeing Yang Zhen's impatient expression, the foreign woman's dark green eyes flashed with a hint of displeasure. She snorted and the young man beside her stepped forward with a stern face. Just as she was about to start scolding, Hua Youyue slowly walked between Yang Zhen and the others and said calmly, "Are you disciples of Mochi Peak?"

The foreign woman was stunned when she heard the words, and turned to look at Hua Youyue. The auras of the two stunning women suddenly collided, and the atmosphere became a little solemn for a moment. The stern young man glanced at Hua Youyue silently, a hint of surprise flashed across his face, and he quietly retreated to the side of the foreign woman.

“This must be Hua Lingnv, the most outstanding spirit in the world.” The foreign woman smiled and nodded, saying, “We are disciples of Mochi Peak. I wonder what the relationship is between Hua Lingnv and Young Master Yang?”

"Friend!" Hua Youyue's expression was calm. Seeing Yang Zhen squatting on the ground and looking at him curiously, she explained, "Mochi Peak has been passed down for 6,000 years. It is one of the major sects in Beiyu. It is powerful and its disciples are extremely talented. They are all geniuses."

Yang Zhen said "oh", stood up, looked at the foreign woman with curiosity, and asked, "I don't seem to know you, and I'm not interested in knowing you. What do you want from me? I'm a little busy here."

The stern young man snorted, looked at Yang Zhen and said, "Yang Zhen, I advise you not to be so arrogant. In our eyes, you are just a country boy. Why would we want to get to know you?"

Very arrogant! Yang Zhen looked at these people in surprise.

"Shanyang, don't be rude!" The foreign woman scolded, and said to Yang Zhen: "Don't blame me, Young Master Yang, we just want to confirm with you whether you have taken the Tianming Spring?"

Yang Zhen suddenly realized and nodded, saying, "It's here with me. I don't know the young lady's name, but when you meet someone, you should introduce yourself first. This seems to be the most basic courtesy."

Except for Hua Youyue, everyone looked at Yang Zhen in surprise and talked in low voices.

"No wonder Yang Zhen causes chaos wherever he goes. He is still so arrogant in front of the Mochi Peak disciples. He is really insolent."

"Which brilliant genius is not so arrogant? I think the disciples of Mochi Peak are too arrogant."

"That doesn't mean he would offend someone right away. Yang Zhen really is fearless."

"Keep your voices down. The disciples of Mochi Peak are used to being arrogant, but they have the strength. In front of them, Yang Zhen is just a country boy, just like Shanyang said."

…

The disciples of Mochi Peak all looked at Yang Zhen with unfriendly eyes. Only the foreign woman chuckled and nodded, saying, "I, Mo Xueling, have no ill will towards Young Master Yang. I just want to ask, when Young Master Yang received the Heavenly Fate Spring, did he obtain the Genjin True Pattern?"

"Mo Xueling?" Hua Youyue's expression changed, and she looked at the foreign woman meaningfully, and said, "Are you the descendant of Mo Chi Peak, Mo Lingnu?"

The smile on Mo Lingnu's face became even wider, with a small dimple at the corner of her mouth, making her look heroic yet charming, like a snow lotus on the steep cliff of Tianshan Mountain. For a moment, it made people feel like spring breeze, and not overbearing.

There were many people present when the Destiny Spring was collected, so it was impossible to hide such a thing, so Yang Zhen simply said honestly: "Miss Mo misunderstood, I collected the Destiny Spring only because the water was sweeter and I wanted to take it back to drink for a while, it has nothing to do with the tattoo."

At this point, Yang Zhen asked curiously in front of a group of stunned and confused people, "What is that pure gold pattern you mentioned?"

A breeze blew by, and the snake path became so quiet that even the sound of breathing could be heard. After a long time, the sound of inhaling and exhaling was heard. Especially those who had seen Yang Zhen collect the Gen Jin Zhenwen with their own eyes were all amazed by Yang Zhen.

When it comes to the ability to speak freely, no one has ever met anyone more casual than Yang Zhen. When thinking of the ability to speak freely, everyone thinks of the various legends about Yang Zhen. This bastard is good at both literature and sports, and he has been arrogant all the way. No matter whether it is his talent inscriptions or the way of body building, it is shocking.

I don't know when the bitch cat and the bitch got together. The bitch leaned close to the bitch's ear and said, "See? This is called lying with open eyes. Can you imagine that the Genjin True Mark is on this bitch's body?"

Saoji's eyes suddenly widened, and he opened his mouth. After a long while, he finally uttered two words: "Awesome!"

The mean cat laughed strangely, and the two guys whispered to each other. Soon, they were arm in arm.

"you……"

Behind Shanyang, the skinny young man Areda looked angry and stood up to speak, but was interrupted by Mo Xueling:

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"So, we misunderstood!"

Mo Xueling looked at Yang Zhen meaningfully and chuckled, as if it didn't matter to her whether Yang Zhen got the Genjin True Mark or not. She murmured to herself, "This is a pity. It seems that the news of the Desolate Heaven True Mark can only be told to others."

What? Hearing Mo Xueling's words, everyone present was shocked and looked at Mo Xueling with doubt.

The mean cat let out a strange cry, ran to Yang Zhen and said, "Little girl, are you talking about the Desolate Heaven True Mark?"

"That's right!" Mo Xueling looked at the mean cat with a strange expression, as if she had never seen a cat walking on two legs and was a little curious.

The mean cat raised one leg and kicked Yang Zhen, whispering, "Boy, think about it again, is the Genjin True Mark really not on you?"

Seeing the actions of the mean cat, most people's mouths began to twitch.

Damn, these two bastards are still as shameless as ever.

Sure enough, Yang Zhen showed a look of sudden enlightenment, slapped his head and said: "Look at my memory. When I collected the Heavenly Fate Spring, it seemed that there really was such a small rune. I didn't want it to come, but it insisted on drilling into my body. If you hadn't mentioned it, I would have forgotten about it. By the way, what's the matter with the Desolate Heaven True Mark?"

Everyone: “…”

Everyone looked like Yang Zhen, looking at him with disdain.

The stern young man Shanyang and Areda looked at each other, one's eyes twitched, the other's mouth twitched, and they both stared at Yang Zhen with anger.

Mo Xueling pursed her lips, as if trying to hold back a smile. The dimples on her lips became deeper. She looked away from Yang Zhen's face and said to herself, "I seem to have forgotten."

(End of this chapter)