This kind of social creature is the most difficult to deal with, especially when there are large numbers. If there are really hundreds of millions of them, then the entire Tapir Abyss would probably be filled with these things.

Yang Zhen was still a little unsure, staring at the mean cat and said, "Is the information you got correct?"

The mean cat glared and said, "Of course it's right. Look, I brought the portrait of that creature."

Yang Zhen took the portrait handed over by Jianmao with a curious look on his face. When he saw it, his eyes almost popped out of his head: "Damn, are you kidding me? Isn't this a mosquito?"

"Mosquito?" The mean cat was stunned: "What is a mosquito? You mean mosquito?"

As if remembering something, the mean cat's eyes widened, and he leaned his big head towards the portrait and yelled, "Damn, it's really a mosquito!"

"No, this thing looks similar to a mosquito, but it should be a ferocious beast!" Yang Zhen said solemnly.

Although the creature in the picture looks like a mosquito, it is much larger than a mosquito and looks more ferocious, especially the needle-like mouthparts, which can stab people to death! "Oh, I remember now, could this be the legendary dead beast?"

"What dead beast?" Yang Zhen was stunned.

The mean cat had a dull expression on his face, muttering to himself, "Damn it, there are actually such creatures. Even in the Upper Eternal Era, the dead beasts were a terrifying thing. Not to mention the Tribulation Crossing Stage, even the strong men in the Mahayana Stage would surely die if they were targeted by such a thing."

Yang Zhen exclaimed, his eyes sparkling as he said, "So the people from Beiyu came up with a flying machine competition. Don't these dead beasts attack non-living species?"

The mean cat nodded and said, "This aircraft should not only have extremely fast speed and reaction, but also be able to isolate the smell of living things. In short, we can't let these dead beasts know that there are people in the aircraft."

Yang Zhen waved his hand and said, "This is a small matter. Have you two decided whether you want to participate in this aircraft competition?"

"Of course!" The mean cat glared and said, "Boy, if you can make me a flying vehicle that can fly through the sky, I will definitely take that Megatron down from the sky. Damn it, do you think I am easy to bully?"

Yang Zhen curled his lips and said, "In that case..."

"Yang Zhen!"

A crisp voice was heard, and Yang Zhen was stunned. He and Bian Mao Sao Ji looked at each other in bewilderment.

"Why is she here?" The mean cat said suspiciously, "A spiritual girl like you, is she so free?"

"Find him!" Saoji stretched out his wings and pointed at Yang Zhen and said.

Yang Zhen made a gesture to silence the two of them and said, "Wait for me here. I'll go see what Mo Xueling wants to see me about."

"Go ahead, let me look for any good materials. By the way, what kind of flying machine do you want to make?"

The mean cat asked with a greedy look on his face.

"Keep it a secret!" Yang Zhen laughed and walked out of the cave with his back hunched.

Mo Xueling stood in the mountains, her sapphire blue eyes flashing with doubt, muttering to herself: "Where did this stinky Yang Zhen go to travel with Saint Flower again?"

Yang Zhen pinched his nose and walked behind Mo Xueling, saying, "We have played in all the places we can play, but we haven't swum yet. When you have time, you can try swimming in this waterfall!"

Mo Xueling was startled and turned around quickly. When she saw Yang Zhen, she stomped her feet and said, "Why are you so elusive?"

Yang Zhen curled his lips, glanced at the figure on a big banyan tree on the top of the mountain next to him, and sighed. The real elusive person was there!

For some reason, the little Taoist chick's cultivation has improved by leaps and bounds in the past few days, and he is about to pass the tribulation, and it is even possible that he will pass it before the young girl.

It’s different with Xiao Daochi. Although her talent is among the best among geniuses, she is still a long way from real geniuses like Yang Zhen and Hua Youyue.

This speed of cultivation is almost several times faster than the little Taoist's previous speed. Is this Mo Chi Peak really so terrifying? Can anyone who comes here cultivate so fast?

If Mo Xueling hadn't come looking for Yang Zhen, Yang Zhen would have almost been unable to find the little Taoist chick's aura. As expected of someone who had already attained enlightenment, his aura was so strange that it was astonishing.

"Are you listening to me?" Mo Xueling said with her eyes wide open, a look of resentment on her face.

Yang Zhen said with a grin, "Tell me, what do you want from me? Do you want me to make a flying machine for you?"

Mo Xueling chuckled and said, "Even if you want to refine a flying machine for Mo Chifeng, Elder Mo and others will not agree. They are afraid that you will delay things."

Yang Zhen laughed: "That's good, the scenery here is so beautiful, I haven't had enough fun yet."

Mo Xueling paused, looked at Yang Zhen curiously and asked, "If I remember correctly, the Desolate Heaven Technique you practiced was probably learned from the Desolate Heaven True Mark. The Desolate Heaven True Mark is extremely important to you, so why are you so uninterested in the Flying Vehicle Competition?"

"Who said I'm not interested?"

"You secretly made a flying machine?" Mo Xueling said excitedly, "I knew you wouldn't want to join in the fun!"

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"No, really not!" Yang Zhen shook his head: "What a joke, if this slutty saint participates in this aircraft competition, I will definitely get first place. After getting first place, won't I be cannon fodder?"

Mo Xueling said hurriedly: "But..."

"No buts. Do you think I look like a fool?"

Mo Xueling pursed her lips, took a deep breath, regained her composure, looked at Yang Zhen with a half-smile and said, "After you get first place, you will be able to travel with the most beautiful woman in Beiyu, so you won't be alone."

"The most beautiful woman in Beiyu?" Yang Zhen was stunned: "Young girl? She won't take this risk, don't even think about it!"

"You!" Mo Xueling paused. "I'm talking about the Saint of the Ancient Spirit Tribe. She's as beautiful as a fairy. Ever since the Ancient Spirit Tribe came into being, the Saint of the Thousand Spirits has been known as the most beautiful woman in Beiyu. Both her cultivation and talent are amazing."

"Wow!" Yang Zhen's eyes widened: "Not interested!"

Mo Xue stomped her feet with a spirited look and said, "How on earth did you come to participate in the aircraft competition?"

As Yang Zhen walked, he said, "Unless you tell me, why did Mo Chifeng enter the Mo Bei Abyss?"

"What...you!" Mo Xueling was surprised and asked in astonishment: "How did you know?"

Yang Zhen sighed: "You don't need to ask me how I know this. You just need to know that a Desolate Heaven True Pattern is not worth so many people flocking to it. Fifteen years have passed. Now even the newly born ancient clans are involved. This is the knowledge of probability and venture capital. You don't understand it yet!"

Mo Xueling looked at Yang Zhen blankly: "What are probability and venture capital?"

"It's a comparison of risk and reward. You won't understand even if I tell you!" Yang Zhen smiled and said, "Can I tell you now?"

"Okay!" Mo Xueling said solemnly, "In fact, the Mobei Abyss is said to be the place where Emperor Tianshun stayed for several years."

"What?" Yang Zhen was stunned: "Emperor? Are you sure he is an emperor?"

(End of this chapter)