Yang Zhen was startled. This was the first time he encountered such a special way of appearance. He looked at the person in surprise and was stunned for a moment.

"Guo Jing?"

After seeing who was coming, Yang Zhen's face became even more surprised, and he couldn't help but look up into the air.

"Fellow Daoist Yang, please show mercy!"

A handsome middle-aged man suddenly appeared, as if he was afraid that Yang Zhen might misunderstand him. He slowly landed in front of Yang Zhen, without even glancing at Master Feng, and said with a smile:

"This is all a misunderstanding. We have already investigated the matter of the Shanhe Ruins. My little sister's matter has nothing to do with you. This bastard is the one who caused all this."

Yang Zhen was stunned. Looking at the almost dead Guo Jing, he asked in surprise, "Do I have a grudge against you?"

Guo Jing grinned, a hint of contempt flashed in his eyes, he snorted coldly, and said nothing.

It was obvious that Guo Jing had made up his mind to die.

Yang Zhen didn't expect Guo Jing to say anything. He was amazed and said, "He is still a man of integrity."

Guo Jing looked at Yang Zhen coldly and sneered, "Although Junior Sister Feng's death had nothing to do with you, you are still to blame. Let me ask you, Junior Sister Feng went deep into the Shanhe Ruins with you. Now that you have come out, where is Junior Sister Feng?"

Yang Zhen squatted down in front of Guo Jing, looked at him and said with a smile: "If you ask, I have to answer, then wouldn't it be embarrassing for me?"

Guo Jing laughed loudly, and even spat out two mouthfuls of blood. He said, "You are speechless, right? The Shanhe Ruins are now deserted. The terrifying energy that erupted from it and the powerful black sand storm made it impossible for the entire Feng family to get close. Most of the cultivators have died in it, but you came out by yourself. Poor Junior Sister Feng's body is still warm, and you still say it has nothing to do with you?"

Yang Zhen shook his head and said, "I never said it has nothing to do with me."

Guo Jing was stunned, a sinister look flashed in his eyes, he looked at the middle-aged man with sarcasm, and kept silent, obviously waiting for the middle-aged man to make his own decision.

The middle-aged man looked at Yang Zhen with a gloomy expression and said, "Fellow Daoist Yang, my name is Feng Jingtu, the eldest son of the Feng family. I wonder if my younger sister..."

After hearing Feng Jingtu's words, everyone present became nervous and stared at Yang Zhen's words.

What Guo Jing said was true. It was true that Feng Lingqiao and Yang Zhen went deep into the Shanhe ruins together. Now that Yang Zhen is back, Feng Lingqiao's life or death is unknown. Obviously, if you want to know whether Feng Lingqiao is alive or dead, Yang Zhen knows the situation best.

Although everyone had already vaguely guessed the answer, at this time, even the half-dead Master Feng tilted his head and pricked up his ears, obviously caring about Feng Lingqiao's life or death.

Guo Jing looked at Yang Zhen with a gloating expression. At this moment, no matter what Yang Zhen said, he would be to blame, and he might even vent his anger on the Feng family of Shanhe City.

The Feng family is now in a troubled time. If they hear the news of Feng Lingqiao's death, it will be a big blow to the Feng family.

A group of people stared at Yang Zhen nervously. Even the injured and dispirited Longcheng guards looked at Yang Zhen with fear, fearing that Yang Zhen would confirm the news.

Yang Zhen ignored the gazes from all around him, squatted in front of Guo Jing, looked at Guo Jing's gloomy face with interest, and said with a smile: "Speaking of this, I still have a few questions to ask you."

Hearing Yang Zhen's words, everyone present was stunned, including Feng Jingtu and Master Feng, all of them stared at Yang Zhen with strange expressions.

Guo Jing looked at Yang Zhen with a joking expression, as if he would not be able to answer anything Yang Zhen asked.

Yang Zhen shook his head and said, "Don't rush to express your opinion. After I ask you the question, you can decide whether to answer or not."

Yang Zhen was amazed. You don't want to talk, right? You don't want to answer questions, right? On the blue planet, Yang Zhen, who used to love watching some spy novels and movies, gradually became active.

Damn it, if you don’t say anything, I have plenty of ways to make you speak.

Amid the confused gazes of the crowd, Yang Zhen spoke as if mumbling to himself, "When I met you and Feng Lingqiao, my name was not Yang Zhen at all. Do you still remember what my name was at that time?"

Guo Jing was shocked when he heard that, and looked at me, Yang Zhen, with a look of horror.

Seeing the expression on Guo Jing's face, everyone's heart was moved. Judging from Guo Jing's expression, what Yang Zhen said was absolutely correct. The Yang Zhen at that time should not be called Yang Zhen.

Next, Yang Zhen did not expect to get an answer from Guo Jing at all, and continued: "After you left with your people out of fear of death, I was still called Yang Zhaxin. Since everything in Shanhe City was caused by you, how did you get the name of this Sao Saint?"

Feng Jingtu shuddered when he heard that, and stared at Guo Jing gloomily.

Yang Zhen continued, “Even most of the people who finally came out of the Shanhe Ruins didn’t know my name, let alone my real name!”

At this point, Yang Zhen sneered and said, "Most people who came out of the Shanhe Ruins don't know whether Feng Lingqiao is alive or dead, but you insist that Miss Feng was killed by me. Can't you count with your fingers and let the heavens hear you?"

"You bastard!"

There is no wrong version in the 1619 book forum!

Feng Jingtu's face turned pale and he was full of rage. He was about to slap Guo Jing on the head. With the horrible fluctuations of his true energy, this slap could very likely kill Guo Jing directly.

Yang Zhen hurriedly pulled Feng Jingtu and said with a half-smile: "This is just the beginning, don't worry, more exciting things are still to come."

As he said that, Yang Zhen turned to Guo Jing and said, "Oh my, you are so awesome! Not only did you know my name by counting with your fingers, but you also figured out the truth that Miss Feng was killed by me. What kind of heaven-defying martial arts did you practice?"

This is simply impossible for ordinary people. Even the old master and the dying elders are only trying to avoid danger and seek good fortune. How can they calculate so many things out of thin air? "Tell me, who told you to do this?" Yang Zhen looked at Guo Jing with interest and raised two fingers: "You made two mistakes. First, you shouldn't know that I am Yang Zhen. Second... I won't tell you."

Yang Zhen didn't plan to tell the fact that Feng Lingqiao was not dead now. He had to get to the bottom of things. Guo Jing was not smart enough to do that. As for the person behind the scenes, Yang Zhen couldn't think of anyone other than Fang Zhongjian.

Yang Zhen smiled as he looked at Feng Jingtu, whose face was gloomy and uncertain, and then looked at Guo Jing, who had a look of doubt and horror. Damn it, he originally wanted to go to the Tianxue Holy Land alone, but now it seems he needs more help.

Fang Zhongjian played a great move, so good that Yang Zhen wanted to applaud him.

"So... who is that person behind you?"

In order to completely drag the Feng family into the water, Yang Zhen planned to let Guo Jing tell everything on his own initiative.

Sometimes, something like lighting a fire is a science.

Sure enough, after hearing Yang Zhen’s words, Feng Jingtu and Guo Jing’s faces all changed.

To defeat a man’s plan, it is best to attack his heart. The ancients were truly right.

Damn it, even though I’m used to speaking with my fists, how can I not have such a good thing as a brain?

(End of this chapter)