But then Yang Zhen felt a little unhappy. Damn, with so many "Yang Zhens", wouldn't he have nothing to show off? Although Yang Zhen never showed off, ahem... he was really awesome, but these people were actually imitating his coquettishness, which made him a little unhappy.

"Hello, fellow Taoist, are you Yang Zhen?"

Yang Zhen grabbed a young man with a cat and asked.

The man looked at Yang Zhen with disdain, then set his eyes on Jianmao, his eyes lit up, and after looking him up and down for a long time, he slowly turned around and looked at Yang Zhen: "Are you Yang Zhen?"

Hearing this rhetorical question, Yang Zhen subconsciously nodded.

But before Yang Zhen could nod, he heard the young man sneer, "Daoyou, you must be sick. Those who bring cats are Yang Zhen, so aren't these also Yang Zhen?"

"How do you know I'm not Yang Zhen?" Yang Zhen was stunned.

The man laughed loudly and said as a matter of course: "If you were Yang Zhen, how could you ask such a stupid question as whether I was Yang Zhen?"

Yang Zhen was suddenly speechless, with a look of astonishment on his face.

Damn, this is the protagonist. With this figure, this cultivation, and this cool and awesome attitude, he is a perfect template for a protagonist. Wow, Yang Zhen even vaguely saw a halo above this young man's head. He is going to heaven!

Seeing Yang Zhen's surprised look, the young man shook his head and said, "My fellow Taoist, we are all Yang Zhen's admirers. You should be more careful and stop asking others if they are Yang Zhen. Isn't this discrediting Yang Zhen? He is so wise and powerful, how could he have such a stupid admirer like you?"

Yang Zhen couldn't find any words or reasons to refute at that moment, so he nodded and said, "But... I really am Yang Zhen!"

The young man's face darkened, and he stared at Yang Zhen intently. Suddenly, he burst into laughter, pointed at Yang Zhen and said loudly: "Everyone, this Taoist friend said he is Yang Zhen!"

"Yang Zhen?"

"Where is Yang Zhen?"

"Tsk, I am Yang Zhen. I wonder why this fellow Taoist would pretend to be me?"

"What a coincidence! I am also Yang Zhen. Why don't I let this saucy saint spar with you and let you see who is the real Yang Zhen?"

"Asshole, if you are Yang Zhen, who is that Sao Sheng?"

Another young man with a heroic appearance came in with high spirits, a chicken on his left shoulder, a cat on his right shoulder, and even a big sword on his back, which made Yang Zhen wonder what his name was.

The mean cat lazily lay on Yang Zhen's shoulder, with its head buried under his belly and giggling.

Yang Zhen looked at the 'high imitation' Yang Zhen who was walking towards him with a confused look on his face, and his heart felt as if it had been trampled by ten thousand alpacas ten thousand times.

What is going on? The high-end imitation Yang Zhen came in front of everyone, bowed and said, "Everyone, I, Yang Zhen, will not change my name or surname, and I am the most low-key person. If anyone pretends to be this slutty saint again, I don't mind smashing his head with a big broken sword. You know, even if it's a strong man in the Spiritualization Stage, this slutty saint will smash it, but..."

Everyone took a deep breath when they heard this, and then they looked at the high imitation Yang Zhen curiously, and asked, "However, this Sao Saint is going to the Desolate Heaven to sacrifice and kill the Black Puppet recently, and I need two powerful young female sisters to protect me. May I ask if there are any young female sisters willing to go with this Sao Saint?"

Yang Zhen's eyes almost popped out of his head. He sneered and said to the bitch cat on his shoulder: "Damn it, is this bastard pretending to be me to pick up girls?"

The cheap cat's chuckling sounds became louder.

"To have people believe in such tricks, how crazy must they be..."

“Ahhhhhh, Yang Zhen, I do!”

"Mr. Yang...Mr. Yang, do you think my cultivation is good enough to protect you?"

Yang Zhen didn't finish his words as he looked at the young female cultivator who rushed towards him with a confused look on his face, completely petrified.

"What is your name, senior sister?" The imitation Yang Zhen pushed aside many women and walked towards the ordinary-dressed woman.

Yang Zhen was stunned, and then his heart was startled.

Although the young woman in front of him was dressed in ordinary clothes, the aura she exuded was like ten thousand years of ice, giving people a creepy feeling.

Yang Zhen just probed slightly and then retracted it with a whoosh. Even so, the woman still fixed her eyes and instantly turned her gaze towards Yang Zhen.

"Shh, shh, shh... shh, shh..." Yang Zhen whistled and looked up at the sky at a 45-degree angle with a melancholy face.

What a keen perception! Yang Zhen could be sure that the icy woman in front of him was definitely not ordinary.

"What's your name, Senior Sister?"

The imitation version of Yang Zhen asked again, and Yang Zhen was so angry that he almost slapped him.

Damn, is this how I pick up girls? I must catch this bastard if I get a chance, teach him a lesson, and let him know what it means to be a dog licker and get nothing! It's too embarrassing for me!

There is no wrong version in the 1619 book forum!

Yang Zhen was even thinking about whether he should publish the secrets of picking up girls that were summed up by generations of people on the blue planet. Wouldn't it be a matter of minutes to get rich?

At this moment, something unexpected happened to Yang Zhen. The ice woman actually smiled.

Digging grass, the iceberg melted and it’s all water!

Even someone like Yang Zhen, who had seen too many stunning women like the young girl and the little Taoist chick, felt like he was drowning.

So beautiful!

This block of ice and the Thousand Spirit Saint who looks like an ink painting are both extremely distinctive and stunning women, both of them are incredibly beautiful.

While enjoying this rare opportunity of 'Yang Zhen picking up girls', Yang Zhen took out a gourd and took a sip of the fine wine, feeling very comfortable.

"My name is Ji Yourong!" The ice woman smiled, the sky and the earth warmed up, and her ethereal voice instantly sublimated people's souls.

Puff! 　 Ji Yourong turned around calmly and glanced at Yang Zhen, a hint of coldness flashing across her icy eyes.

Yang Zhen felt like cursing when he saw this.

This ice cube was very interested in the fake Yang Zhen, but was irritated by the real Yang Zhen. However, Yang Zhen was still a little unhappy, so he wanted to go up and tear down the fake bastard.

But then Yang Zhen suddenly held back. Going to the Desolate Heaven Festival was such a dangerous undertaking, it would be better to have someone take the lead.

The Yang Zhen imitation suddenly changed his expression, and asked hesitantly: "Ji, are you from the Tianxue Holy Land?"

After hearing this, everyone's faces changed drastically, and many people even subconsciously moved away for a distance.

Ji Yourong shook his head and said slowly, "It's just a coincidence. Besides, not everyone in Tianxue Holy Land has the last name Ji, just like not everyone with the last name Ji is from Tianxue Holy Land."

Hearing this, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

(End of this chapter)