Lines of dirt and rocks crawled up along everyone's legs like long snakes, and in the blink of an eye they were above their knees. No matter how hard they struggled, they could not break this layer of restriction.

Especially the young monk who stabbed Yang Zhen with a sword, his face was furious and he cursed Yang Zhen the most fiercely.

Yang Zhen turned his head and looked at the young monk. With a thought, a piece of earth and stone suddenly rose up and rushed towards the young monk's thigh.

“Ouch!”

A scream of pain was heard, and the young monk's mouth was immediately cleared. He struggled desperately, trying to pull himself free from the long snake of earth and stone.

However, all this was in vain, except for a strange singing voice floating in the air.

"…The flowers are withered, the ground is covered with wounds, and your smile has become panic-stricken…"

"Bastard, you...what did you do to me!" The young monk roared in grief and anger, his eyes flashing with ferocity, his expression ferocious and filled with shame, anger and pain.

Yang Zhen was amazed and said slowly: "If I were you, I would be more obedient, because the thing on your thigh is not easy to control. What if I lose control and some thorns grow out? Oh, it's painful just thinking about it!"

Everyone who heard this shuddered and tilted their heads to look at the young monk.

"Master, this is bad, you are injured!"

"Asshole, what did you do to the young master!"

"Sir, please stop struggling!"

"What?"

The expressions of the group of people changed continuously, and they hurriedly tried to stop the young master from moving!

Yang Zhen shuddered and turned around to look. He exclaimed and said to the two women, "Why are you two still here?"

The two women were stunned. The young woman looked at the young man in great pain with a strange expression, walked up to Yang Zhen, and knelt down with a plop.

Yang Zhen was startled and stamped his feet in a hurry. Two hands made of earth and stone helped the woman up and asked in surprise: "Girl, what are you doing?"

The woman's face flashed with shame, and tears flowed down. She wanted to kneel down, but couldn't move. She said with tears in her eyes: "Young Master, you are so kind, Yang Hongye has no way to repay you. I only ask to be your slave in the next life to repay you for your kindness!"

Yang Zhen was stunned, walked up to Yang Hongye, pointed at his face and asked, "Am I not handsome?"

"..." Yang Hongye was stunned, and asked in surprise: "Sir, what does handsome mean?"

"Am I not handsome?" Yang Zhen stared at Yang Hongye and asked in a different way.

Yang Hongye's expression froze when she heard that. She turned her head and nodded, saying, "Young Master is so handsome and elegant. Hongye has never seen such a handsome man in her life!"

Yang Zhen said "oh" and turned away, muttering to himself: "That's not right, that's not what the script says. Fairy tales are really lies!"

Yang Hongye was stunned when she saw Yang Zhen turned around and left. After hearing what Yang Zhen muttered, she wanted to say something but couldn't, so she could only stand there.

The middle-aged woman walked up, took Yang Hongye's hand, and looked at Yang Zhen meaningfully.

Yang Zhen ignored the two women. Compared to them, Yang Zhen was more interested in these ferocious guys because they should have good stuff on them, and he would feel at ease and happy to pick them up.

Arriving in front of the middle-aged man, Yang Zhen glared at him fiercely and asked, "Did the man surnamed Yang eat your rice?"

“……” The middle-aged man shook his head in confusion.

Bang! Yang Zhen slapped the middle-aged man on the head, causing him to roll his eyes.

"Did someone named Yang sleep in your bed?"

The middle-aged man stared at Yang Zhen with a sinister look, gritted his teeth and shook his head.

The middle-aged man asked blankly, "You have no relationship with the Yang family?"

"Which Yang family?"

"Cambrian City, Yang Family!" the middle-aged man said gritting his teeth.

Hearing the five words "Yang Family of Cambrian City", the two women behind Yang Zhen were shocked and stared at the middle-aged man with grief and anger.

Yang Zhen looked around blankly, muttering to himself in astonishment: "Cambrian City, oh my, am I running to Beihan Country?"

How the hell is this possible?

It was thousands of miles from the Spiritual Road to the North Frost Country. How could Yang Zhen have traveled so far after running around underground? Fortunately, he didn't run directly to the magma layer, otherwise, smoke would have burst out with a hissing sound, and there would be nothing left, not even a bone residue.

Thinking of this, Yang Zhen suddenly felt scared and secretly decided to use the Ksitigarbha technique less often to run around underground in the future, mainly because this thing was too inaccurate.

Seeing the look of doubt on Yang Zhen's face, the middle-aged man seemed to think that Yang Zhen was afraid of Cambrian City. A trace of gloom flashed across his face, and he said in a low voice: "I am from the Fang family of Cambrian City. Boy, since you have heard of Cambrian City, you should know that my Fang family's influence in Cambrian City is..."

Yang Zhen looked at the man like an idiot. He really didn't know how this guy saw that he had heard of Cambrian City.

There is no wrong version in the 1619 book forum!

“Mmm…”

Yang Zhen waved his hand casually, and the middle-aged man suddenly turned into a terracotta warrior. He was speechless and turned to look at the two women and asked, "What's going on? Do you two families have a grudge?"

The two girls burst into tears upon hearing this. The middle-aged woman looked angry and gritted her teeth as she said, "For some reason, the Fang family has established a relationship with the Beiyu Spiritual Academy. It's the birthday of the old Palace Master of the Spiritual Academy, and they want to prepare some great gifts. Originally, this would be a blessing for Cambrian City. If the Fang family and the Spiritual Academy get close, the entire Beihan Country will be favored. However..."

At this point, the middle-aged woman choked up and remained silent. The delicate young woman said in a deep voice: "It's just that the Fang family didn't know how they knew that the old Palace Master of the Spiritual Academy loved all kinds of calligraphy. The more talented the calligraphy, the more likely it would be favored by the old Palace Master..."

Yang Zhen suddenly realized, nodded, and asked with a strange look on his face: "It's a coincidence that your Yang family happens to have such a calligraphy treasure?"

The two women were shocked when they heard this and nodded bitterly.

Why bother with grudges in the martial arts world?

Yang Zhen Yang Zhen shook his head and sighed, then clapped his hands, and the dirt and rocks on the middle-aged man's face broke apart.

Without waiting for the middle-aged cultivator to speak, Yang Zhen turned around and asked, "When will the old Palace Master of the Spiritual Academy celebrate his birthday?"

“…”

The middle-aged man stared at Yang Zhen with a gloomy look. Suddenly, he felt a round object pressing against his buttocks. His face suddenly changed and he said in horror: "Half a month later!"

"When are you leaving?" Yang Zhen asked with great interest.

A trace of doubt flashed across the middle-aged man's face, and he said in a cold voice: "We will set off the day after tomorrow."

Hearing this, Yang Hongye and the other girl breathed a sigh of relief. There were still two days left, and they thought the Fang family would not be too aggressive in killing them.

Yang Zhen was delighted when he heard this. He waved his hand to remove the restraints on everyone, put his arm around the middle-aged man's shoulders and said, "Oh, we really are acquainted after a fight. We hit it off right away. We have a lot in common. Bah, we have similar personalities. Come on, take me to your home!"

"Go... go to my house?" The middle-aged man stared at Yang Zhen with a vigilant look and asked, "What are you going to do at my house?"

"Of course I want to eat your rice..." Yang Zhen said without hesitation, and then hurriedly said, "Sorry, it was a slip of the tongue. Actually, I want to go to Beiyu Island. It just so happens that I'm going the same way as you guys, so I'd like to take a ride with you!"

The middle-aged man was stunned, and asked with a strange look of doubt: "Are you sure you want to go?"

Yang Hongye's expression changed drastically, and she said hurriedly: "Sir, you can't do that. The Fang family's ancestor is a powerful person in the Divine Wandering Realm!"

(End of this chapter)