If the crazy medicine man really suddenly jumped out of the blood-red swamp, Yang Zhen would definitely counterattack him with a huge sword, which would be so damn scary.

Everyone walked towards the blood-red swamp, walking very carefully along the way. Although this place was relatively spacious, it was also full of dangers. Even a guy from ancient times could easily jump out of a bronze tree. Who knew if something else would come out of the soil?

Because Yang Zhen remembered the way back very clearly, Yang Zhen led the way very smoothly this time. Although they could not use their true energy, everyone walked very slowly, but they still walked to the edge of the blood-red swamp.

In the endless swamp, blood-red miasma would emerge from time to time, gurgling and looking extremely weird. The swamp was not entirely water, but where there was water it was blood-red, which looked creepy.

At this moment, Yang Zhen's expression suddenly changed and he blinked at Mo Xueling beside him.

Mo Xueling was stunned, showing a shy look, and turned her head away to ignore Yang Zhen. Yang Zhen looked confused, and turned to look at the mean cat and blinked his eyes as well.

"Damn, is your eye cramp?" The mean cat looked at Yang Zhen with curiosity.

Yang Zhen was furious and kicked the mean cat away, then blinked at Hua Youyue again.

Hua Youyue's expression froze, and she nodded slightly, gradually putting some distance between herself and Yang Zhen.

Yang Zhen felt comfortable immediately. He and the young girl seemed to have a tacit understanding. The most exaggerated thing was Mo Xueling, who actually blushed. What the hell was going on?

"Fuck, you dare to kick me? Come here if you dare. I will slap you so hard that you won't even be able to recognize you as a little girl." The bitch cat rushed towards Yang Zhen angrily.

Yang Zhen glared at him and said, "You are rebelling. I will beat you to death, believe it or not!"

Boom! Yang Zhen swung the sword in his hand towards the mean cat with great force, scaring the mean cat so much that it screamed and turned around to run away. However, the sword suddenly turned halfway and slapped the air next to it with a bang.

Dang! There was a sound of golden swords clashing, and a shadow fell backwards, making a huh-huh sound.

The mean cat was stunned and looked at the shadow in surprise: "What the hell is that?"

Yang Zhen put the Daque sword on his shoulder and said, "If you hide yourself for no reason, you are either a pervert or a peeping Tom. How can you be a good person?"

A deep laugh was heard: "As expected of Yang Zhen, your spiritual power is very sharp."

There was a wave in the air, and more than twenty dark shadows appeared around the crowd, all of them had extremely gloomy expressions, especially the man who was speaking, his face was pale, and he actually had a pair of pointed ears!

Yang Zhen's eyes suddenly widened, and he pointed at the pale man in black, and said to the mean cat with a confused look on his face: "Damn, a goblin?"

"What's a goblin?" The mean cat curled his lips: "This is obviously a rabbit!"

The white-faced, pointy-eared man in black twitched his mouth and looked at Yang Zhen coldly.

Mo Xueling exclaimed, drew his sword, pointed at the man in black and asked, "Shanggen Secret Clan?"

Hearing Mo Xueling's exclamation, Yang Zhen and Jianmao were stunned, looked at each other, and suddenly burst into laughter.

When the leader of the Shanggeng Secret Clan heard that a delicate little girl had revealed their origins, he put on an arrogant attitude, but was stunned by the laughter of the two bastards Yang Zhen and Jianmao. He stared at Yang Zhen with anger and shouted, "Yang Zhen, what are you laughing at?"

Yang Zhen waved his hands and said breathlessly: "I'm sorry, I just remembered the expression of Palace Master Liu and couldn't help it for a moment. Damn, what are you laughing at, you bitch?"

The mean cat was stunned: "You laughed, shouldn't I cooperate with you?"

Yang Zhen thought for a moment and said seriously: "That's right!"

No wonder when talking about the Shanggeng Secret Clan, Palace Master Liu looked so strange, and said that Yang Zhen would know it at a glance after seeing them. It turned out that these guys looked like white-skinned goblins, but they had the bad temper of elves.

Yang Zhen also thought of treating them as elves, but although their ears were pointed, their appearance was really not flattering. It was good enough that he didn't treat them as slimes. Slimes were at least elegant and forgiving. They were pale and ugly! It was said that the Shangheng Secret Clan had a very strange personality and didn't like anyone. During the Shangheng period, they fought with everyone and almost killed themselves. Unexpectedly, after the catastrophe of heaven and earth, they survived tenaciously.

Yang Zhen curled his lips. This group of people came stealthily and stealthily. They had no good intentions at all. How could they come to make friends with him or become sworn brothers with him?

It was Yang Zhen's usual style to start fighting as soon as he disagreed with something. Without waiting for the leader to finish speaking, he rushed forward with the Daque sword in his hand, making a loud rumbling sound and shaking the earth. The faces of a group of Shanggeng secret tribe members changed drastically.

"kill!"

The leader snorted coldly and his body suddenly disappeared.

Yang Zhen was stunned, turned around and said to Hua Youyue and the others: "Be careful, little girl, don't get too far away from me, these guys are as cunning as loaches!"

These Shanggeng secret tribes are indeed an existence that even Palace Master Liu is very wary of. They can become invisible without using their true energy. They are truly terrifying.

Hua Youyue and others' faces changed, and Mo Xueling also reacted at this time. Yang Zhen blinked at her just now, not to tease her, but to tell her that there was someone nearby!

"You should take care of yourself first!"

A sinister voice came from beside Yang Zhen, and as the breath fluctuated, a strange cold light rushed towards Yang Zhen.

"I can't use my true energy. This is the world of my Shanggengmi Clan. You human cultivators are too weak..."

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"What did you say?"

Yang Zhen turned around and slapped the leader with the big sword on his shoulder. The leader was thrown out with a bang and rolled a long way on the ground. He shivered for a moment before getting up.

"No, there's something strange about your weapon!"

The leader was confused and looked at the big broken sword in Yang Zhen's hand with horror and a look of vigilance on his face.

Yang Zhen's eyes sparkled, and he murmured to himself, "Oh my god, this is screwed! This sword has a passive skill called stiffness!"

Seeing the leader's gradually changing expression, Yang Zhen laughed loudly, dragging the big sword and running towards the leader: "Come on, big brother, let me try again!"

"Don't even think about it!"

"Don't be so stingy, I'll just rub against you, not go in!"

"You still want to stab me with the sword?" The leader's face changed drastically and he wanted to disappear quickly.

Mo Xueling, Hua Youyue and the others looked pale as they were fighting against another group of the Shanggeng secret tribe that appeared and disappeared mysteriously. Soon their faces turned horrified.

The Shanggeng Secret Clan is indeed an extremely difficult creature to deal with. Their movements are strange, their angles are tricky, and their figures are elusive.

It would be difficult to be their opponent if you cannot use your true energy.

Mo Xueling and Hua Youyue looked at each other and looked towards Yang Zhen at the same time, just in time to see Yang Zhen dragging the Daque sword and struggling to catch up with the leader of the Genmi tribe.

Mo Xueling: “…”

Hua Youyue: “…”

The mean cat screamed at the side: "Ahhh, this wicked guy is awesome!"

(End of this chapter)