In the teahouse, everyone looked at Fang Zhongjian in bewilderment, and then they suddenly realized that the sword he was talking about was probably the Wuque Sword.

But now the Wuque Sword has a part missing, and has been melted into the Daque Sword by Yang Zhen.

This... Seeing Fang Zhongjian's furious look, everyone present felt a little bit of pity in their hearts. What sin had he committed? Why did he have to offend Yang Dianfeng when he could have offended anyone else?

But who can be blamed for this? It's all the disciples of the holy land who were too arrogant. Without even asking a single question, they just rushed up with swords to kill Yang Zhen. If Yang Zhen's strength was not stronger than Fang Zhongjian, Yang Zhen would probably have been beheaded by now, and he would no longer exist in the world.

Tie Fuzi in the crowd shook his head, looked at Fang Zhongjian and sighed. At this moment, the resentment in his heart towards Fang Zhongjian disappeared without a trace. He was also a poor man.

Lu Tianwei looked embarrassed. He walked up to Fang Zhongjian, who still had his hands raised, and whispered something in his ear.

Fang Zhongjian's face turned gaudy. He pushed Lu Tianwei away, stared at the big missing sword in Yang Zhen's hand and said, "No, it's impossible. How could this be possible? There is the mark of Senior Brother Li's soul on it. It is a holy weapon. How could it just disappear like that?"

"Brother Fang, please be patient. He..." Lu Tianwei smiled bitterly and said, "He, in fact, his name is not Yang Dianfeng, but Yang Zhen."

"Be patient? How can I be patient? That was Senior Brother Li's beloved sword, and now he has melted it. How can I explain this to Senior Brother Li?" Fang Zhongjian shouted angrily, pointing at Yang Zhen and said, "I don't care if his name is Yang Dianfeng or Yang Zhen, he will die today... What do you think his name is?"

"Yang Zhen!"

Boom! The people in the entire teahouse were in an uproar. They had been discussing Yang Zhen, but they didn't expect that Yang Zhen was really in front of them, and... and Yang Zhen was the Yang Dianfeng in front of them.

Tie Fuzi's eyes almost popped out. After hearing that Yang Dianfeng was actually Yang Zhen, Tie Fuzi did not question Yang Zhen at the first time. Instead, he suddenly turned around and looked at Luo Luo. Unexpectedly, he did not see how surprised or excited Luo Luo looked.

Seeing this, Tie Fuzi heaved a sigh of relief. It turned out that Luoluo was not as blindly worshipful as he had imagined. This kind of reaction was still within his tolerance. But after a moment, Tie Fuzi's face turned ugly again. He stared at Luoluo and said, "You knew he was Yang Zhen a long time ago, right?"

Luo Luo looked bewildered: "No, I just found out about it."

Humph! How could Tiefuzi not tell whether Luoluo was lying? He suddenly turned around and looked at Yang Zhen, but was stunned.

Yang Zhen carried the upgraded version of the Holy Weapon Great Sword on his shoulder, turned around and looked at Fang Zhongjian and Lu Tianwei, and said, "How about it? You two, do you want to go one by one, or together?"

Hearing Yang Zhen's words, everyone widened their eyes in surprise.

If everyone was not mistaken, Yang Zhen's aura was only at the Crossing Tribulation Stage, but now he actually wanted to fight two Mahayana Stage masters alone? This... Could it be that Yang Zhen was touching the holy weapon in his hand and became a little overconfident?

Everyone looked at Yang Zhen in doubt, but what surprised everyone was that Lu Tianwei actually smiled bitterly and said to Yang Zhen: "Yang Zhen, there is actually no deep hatred between you and me. It's just that we have different ideas. At most, you and I have different paths and cannot make plans together. But now you have destroyed the Wuque Sword, which is Li Cangxu's favorite sword. He will definitely not forgive you."

Yang Zhen looked at Lu Tianwei with some surprise, nodded and said, "You don't need to remind me of this. Even if I don't destroy his perfect sword, he won't let me go. You should know that when I was still in the Mobei Abyss, this Li Cangxu threatened to destroy my reputation. I haven't even met him once. Who did I offend?"

Everyone was stunned. They didn't expect there was such a thing. Didn't Yang Zhen threaten to challenge Li Cangxu? How come it suddenly became that Yang Zhen and Li Cangxu had never met. In this case, could it be that Li Cangxu wanted to make things difficult for Yang Zhen?

Everyone looked at Yang Zhen suspiciously, and it seemed that Yang Zhen was too disdainful to lie in this regard.

Lu Tianwei sighed and said, "The Holy Land has been dormant for too long and has just entered the world, so its attitude is indeed a little inappropriate, but..."

"Lu Tianwei!" Fang Zhongjian suddenly shouted angrily, staring at Lu Tianwei and said, "Lu Tianwei, you disappoint me so much. I didn't expect that you, a disciple of the Tianxue Holy Land, would be so humble to such a person who seeks fame and reputation. From now on, I, Fang Zhongjian, don't know a friend like you."

Fang Zhongjian laughed in anger, stared at Yang Zhen for a moment, and then said: "You think that you can fight against the Mahayana with your Tribulation Stage cultivation just because you have some luck in the Mobei Abyss. Today, I will tell you that you are wrong."

Yang Zhen smiled, looked at Fang Zhongjian and said, "So Yang deserves to stand here and be stabbed by you with a sword?"

"You!" Fang Zhongjian's expression froze, and he snorted coldly, "Don't mess around!"

Yang Zhen laughed loudly, slammed the sword to the ground with a bang, and said with a curled lip: "Fuck you, I really admire your mouth, avoiding the important and talking about the trivial can make you talk a lot, come on, let this slutty saint see if you can show off your cultivation!"

"You are looking for death!" Fang Zhongjian roared, shook his arms, and a violent wave of air suddenly burst out from his body, sweeping across the entire teahouse in an instant.

Roar! A thunderous roar was heard. Behind Fang Zhongjian, a black bull with scarlet eyes and two horns roared to the sky. The surrounding air waves rolled, blowing all the tables and chairs in the teahouse flying backwards, scaring everyone.

Everyone looked at Fang Zhongjian in doubt and amazement. Fang Zhongjian was indeed a powerful man in the Mahayana period. His aura was so terrifying, and the phantom condensed behind him gave people a creepy feeling.

Tie Fuzi suddenly snorted coldly and said to Yang Zhen: "Yang... my friend, be careful, this phantom is a blood-eyed longhorn beetle, it is very violent!"

When Luo Luo heard that Tie Fuzi knew Yang Zhen's identity and still called Yang Zhen "Yang Xiaoyou", she immediately smiled sweetly.

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Yang Zhen looked back at Tie Fuzi with a strange look on his face, but Tie Fuzi snorted again and turned his head away, obviously not wanting to meet Yang Zhen's eyes.

"At this time, you are still distracted. I don't know how you are still alive!"

Fang Zhongjian snorted coldly, and as he waved his hands, a violent wave of air like a surging wave, carrying a terrifying momentum, rushed towards Yang Zhen.

In mid-air, the blood-eyed longhorn beetle roared to the sky, and with a loud bang, it burst out with endless speed and charged towards Yang Zhen with its horns.

Everyone's eyes widened, and they quickly released their true essence to protect themselves. Whether it was the might of the blood-eyed longhorn beetle or Fang Zhongjian's methods, they all made people feel creepy. How could the methods of the disciples from Tianquan Holy Land be bad? Lu Tianwei opened his mouth, sighed, and said nothing.

In full view of everyone, Yang Zhen slammed the Daque sword into the ground, snapped his fingers, and a small flame suddenly appeared on his fingers.

Fang Zhongjian laughed loudly and said with disdain: "Yang Zhen, are you planning to fight me with this little flame?"

Yang Zhen was stunned, took out a homemade cigarette from his pocket, lit it and took a puff, squinted his eyes and said to the other party, "You think too much!"

"What?" Fang Zhongjian was stunned.

Boom! A loud noise shook the whole teahouse. The roof exploded with a bang. A black shadow with endless thunder fell from the sky and rushed towards the blood-eyed longhorn beetle with a roar.

Evil shadow black glutton!

(End of this chapter)