Before long, Yang Zhen was regarded by everyone as the most arrogant person in Beiyu in tens of thousands of years, without a doubt.

It is said that Liang Lie laughed so hard after hearing the news that he broke three cups, kicked two stools, overturned a table, and even spilled the healing medicine he had found with great difficulty on the table. The priceless healing treasures were scattered all over the floor, and Liang Lie, feeling distressed, almost lay on the floor and licked them with his tongue.

In a fit of anger, his injuries became even more serious and his face was blue for the whole day.

Saint Lin was not very angry, but his eyes were dull. He sat there for half a day, and finally he just sighed and said slowly: "This Yang Zhen is really arrogant enough. This Saint is not as good as him, but he is dead..."

Uproar, huge uproar!

Lin Shengzi publicly threatened to kill Yang Zhen for the first time. This man, known as Crazy Lin, was obviously provoked by Yang Zhen.

More and more people began to gather towards Beiyu. There were still two days before the aircraft competition. You Yan once again made a statement: "Strongly support Yang Zhen, and we must protect Yang Zhen. We must defend Yang Zhen and break the tradition of the big sects winning first place. Let Yang Zhen overcome all obstacles and become a hero!"

As soon as these words were spoken, they caused another huge sensation. Now, the scale of the 'Yang Zhen Protection Team' is almost the largest force in the entire aircraft competition.

For a moment, the situation changed suddenly. Everyone was waiting for Yang Zhen to appear. They were even more curious about what kind of aircraft Yang Zhen would fly to participate in this aircraft competition where there was almost no doubt of death.

In Beiyu, an extremely ordinary sect, on the top of a mountain, stood a woman in a white dress with fluttering sleeves.

The woman had a slender figure, skin as white as cream, and delicate facial features that revealed a beautiful expression. Her nearly perfect face seemed to be sketched out by a magician, and each of her long eyelashes seemed to be able to speak.

Her nose was as crystal clear as jade, her lips were as soft as ivory and as pink as cinnabar, with a hint of stubbornness in them.

This is a gorgeous young woman, as beautiful as an ink painting between heaven and earth, elegant and beautiful.

The Holy Maiden of the Ancient Spirit Clan, Qian Ling!

No one knew what the Saint Maiden Qianling was thinking at this moment. A faint smile suddenly appeared on her face, and a breeze brushed her face. Wherever her eyes looked, a vibrant vitality became bright.

"Saint, the person you asked me to inquire about... has spoken out!"

Behind the Saintess Qianling, a young female disciple who was protecting the sect spoke respectfully.

"What did you say?" Saint Qianling slowly turned her head and opened her lips. Her voice was like the sound of nature, with almost no flaws, which was the biggest characteristic of Saint Qianling.

The female disciple who protected the Dao paused and said hesitantly, "Yang Zhen seems a bit arrogant. He... even threatened to beat all the contestants. You should know that this flying machine competition is different from the past. Many ancient tribes and secret tribes..."

“Qian Yue!” Saint Qian Ling shook her head, looked at Qian Yue deeply, and said: “At any time, don’t just look at the surface of the world. Before you see through the essence, any judgment you make is wrong!”

The female disciple who protected the Dao, Qianyue, froze for a moment, lowered her eyes and said, "Yes, Saint!"

At this point, Qian Yue hesitated to speak. Saint Qian Ling smiled, as if she knew everything, and asked, "Are you asking me why I am so concerned about Yang Zhen?"

Upon hearing this, Qianyue nodded hurriedly.

Yang Zhen was just a young man with some luck and fortune in this great world. How could he get the attention of the Saint of the Ancient Clan, even if he had the highest talent?

The Saintess of Qianling cast her gaze into the distance and slowly said, "The reason why I pay attention to him is that after hearing about him, I suddenly remembered a legend."

"A legend?" Qianyue asked curiously, "What legend?"

"A person who can defy heaven in the midst of a great catastrophe!"

"It's him!" Qianyue exclaimed, her face suddenly turned pale, she looked up hurriedly, her expression became even uglier.

Boom! A violent dark cloud suddenly gathered in the air, and thunder rolled and tumbled, like a mad dragon shining in the world.

The celestial phenomenon did not last too long and disappeared in the blink of an eye, but Qianyue's complexion was slow to recover.

The Saintess of Qianling looked up and murmured to herself, "Is he the only one who can stand tall and proud in this world?"

"Saintess!" Qian Yue whispered, "Too much talk leads to mistakes!"

The Saintess of Qianling smiled, walked slowly away from the top of the mountain, and said faintly, "I know!"

…

Countless people were in the depths of an endless mountain range, surrounding an enormous canyon. Everywhere was filled with cultivators, from the Nascent Soul stage to the Tribulation Crossing stage. There were even a few cultivators with even more powerful auras. They were all calm and composed, sitting in place.

The huge and boundless canyon is the venue for the aircraft competition. Except for the absence of the overwhelming dead beasts, it almost includes all the terrain of the abyss.

Everyone was staring at the huge canyon with excited looks on their faces.

Every year's aircraft competition attracts a lot of attention. Now, many ancient and secret tribes are participating, and almost everyone has an excited look on their face.

At this moment, a buzzing sound was heard, followed by a long cry that pierced through gold and split rocks. An extremely huge monster bird appeared out of thin air and flew into the air mid-canyon at an extremely violent speed.

Boom! The 15-foot-long bird burst out with full momentum, causing sand and rocks to fly and its cry was extremely fierce. Especially its eyes were fierce, its sharp wings were shining, and its claws made everyone shudder.

"It's Megatron!"

Someone in the crowd shouted, which immediately caused a frenzy.

Everyone was shocked, enveloped by the terrifying aura in the air, and looked at Megatron with horror.

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"As expected of Megatron, with this kind of momentum, almost no one dares to approach them!"

"This... With Megatron here, who dares to take off!"

"That's not necessarily true. Although other aircraft are not so powerful, it is estimated that many forces have secretly prepared methods to target Megatron."

"So what? How could Megatron, who has a flying machine that surpasses the level of a weapon refiner, be afraid of being targeted?"

As everyone was talking, many aircraft took off one after another. Among them, the Lightning Shuttle and Mo Feng aircraft, although ordinary, were also dazzling. They hovered in the air, quietly looking at the terrifying Megatron in the air.

Boom! Another earth-shattering sound was heard, and a small flying swan rose into the air. Although it was only three meters in size, it emitted an extremely violent and sinister aura.

“What…what is this?”

"The smell, the smell of this aircraft, my god, is it all dead sunflower vines?"

"This is impossible. Where can we find so many dead sunflower vines? If these are all dead sunflower vines, their value would be inestimable."

"Whose aircraft is this?"

"It's the Holy Son Lin of the Ke Clan!"

"No wonder, no wonder he has the aura of dead sunflower vine all over his body. He is actually from the Ke clan, which has the deepest attainments in the art of refining weapons. Is Saint Lin going to participate in the competition in person?"

"Brother, you may not know this yet, but Saint Lin once said that Yang Zhen must die!"

"By the way, where's Yang Zhen?"

Everyone is looking for Yang Zhen. Many aircraft have appeared, but Yang Zhen is still nowhere to be seen.

"Is this guy scared? He doesn't dare to come?"

At this moment, an exciting piece of music sounded, and everyone immediately looked in the direction where the music came from.

Yang Zhen, Jianmao and Saoji came side by side, dressed in suits and big sunglasses. They walked with great arrogance, sticking out their necks and swinging their arms, making everyone's eyes twitch.

"How about this battle robe designed by this Saint? Is it cool?"

"Awesome, awesome! I love it!"

I fell asleep again while coding last night.

(End of this chapter)