Old Man Meng seemed very proud, and said triumphantly: "That's right, the young people that I, Meng Tinghao, value, how can their character and talent be bad? What's wrong with having an eccentric personality, or being a little mean, who hasn't been young before?"

Feng Jingtu smiled bitterly as he watched the two old men praising Yang Zhen. Yang Zhen's personality was not that unusual at all, he was simply mean to the core. Guo Jing was a tough guy, although he was greedy and narrow-minded, he was still a figure in Shanhe City. He was actually scared to the point of peeing his pants by Yang Zhen. Even if his cultivation was not destroyed in the future, he would not be able to face people.

No matter who you offend, don't offend Yang Zhen. This is what Feng Jingtu heard these days.

Although Yang Zhen had a bad reputation, he was not ruthless towards his enemies. He was just mean, often making them doubt their lives. However, from the news collected in the past few days, Feng Jingtu gradually realized a problem. Although Yang Zhen's actions seemed selfish and incredibly mean, he was the only one Feng Jingtu had ever seen in his life in terms of righteousness and open-mindedness.

This is a bit terrifying. Based on this summary, Yang Zhen is either a villain or a person of great wisdom. This level of dealing with people and things is what really surprised Feng Jingtu.

So when others were confused by the two peak Mahayana masters praising Yang Zhen, Feng Jingtu was able to understand the thoughts of the two predecessors. Only people with a high level of realm could understand how free and easy Yang Zhen was to be able to accomplish all these.

Yang Zhen is almost insane, but not many people truly understand him. This is a kind of great freedom.

Yang Zhen, who was still in the small building, didn't know that the two old men in the Mahayana period and Feng Jingtu had such a high opinion of him. But even if he knew, he would at most be confused and say to the three people individually: "You think too much!"

When Feng Jingtu's mind was wandering, two powerful Mahayana masters, Meng Tinghao and the purple-robed old man, suddenly trembled all over. They looked at each other, exclaimed in surprise, and suddenly jumped out of the conference room and rushed towards the small building.

The sudden action frightened everyone in the conference hall, especially Feng Jingtu, who thought something had happened at the cottage. His face suddenly changed, and he hurriedly called out and rushed towards the cottage.

When he was halfway there, Feng Jingtu was shocked all over and finally understood why the two peak Mahayana masters suddenly left the conference room.

In mid-air, an undetectable strange aura lingered around the small building, spreading further and further towards the surroundings. Feng Jingtu was certain that this aura came from the direction of the small building, and that this aura had never existed before.

Something must have happened at the small building. Whether it was a good thing or a bad thing, it was obvious from the expressions of the two Mahayana peak masters! Feng Jingtu's face was solemn, and then he came to the small building, but was stopped by Meng Tinghao.

Meng Tinghao, who always had a hot temper, looked solemn at this moment. He stared at the direction of the small building and said, "It's strange. Even I have never encountered this aura. It doesn't look like true essence, nor does it look like literary energy, nor does it look like the energy fluctuations emitted by the formation. What kind of power is this?"

The purple-robed old man's expression suddenly changed, and he said in horror: "Could it be... the power of the void?"

"What?" Meng Tinghao was shocked. He looked at the purple-robed old man in disbelief, shook his head and said:

"No, I once had the honor of feeling a breath of void power. Although it was strange, it was not as long-lasting as the breath I feel now. It was sharp and similar to the fragments of space. Obviously, the rumor that Yang Zhen has mastered the power of the void is a bit exaggerated. How much power does Yang Zhen have? Doesn't he know that biting off more than he can chew?"

Hearing Meng Tinghao's words, the old man in purple robe looked at him strangely. It can be seen that Meng Tinghao really had a love for Yang Zhen.

The purple-robed old man took a deep breath and said with some regret: "Old Feng is the first one among us to reach the Mahayana stage. Now we have all reached the peak of the Mahayana stage, but he... I don't know if Yang Zhen really has a way to cure Old Feng's injury."

"Even if he can be treated, it would be extremely rare for Old Man Feng to be able to keep his life. As for his cultivation..." Meng Tinghao was amazed, and after a long while he spoke to Feng Jingtu, "Boy, don't have too high expectations. Cultivation is something that will slowly recover as long as you are alive. Don't worry, with a few of us old guys here, the Feng family will be fine."

Feng Jingtu smiled bitterly and said, "Senior, you are worrying too much. Under such circumstances, how can I have any unreasonable thoughts? As long as Yang Zhen can save Grandpa's life, I and the entire Feng family will be grateful. I dare not even think of asking Yang Zhen to save Grandpa's strength."

At this point, Meng Tinghao's expression changed, he exclaimed, and said, "Why did you stop? I'll go in and take a look."

The strange and indescribable aura really disappeared. Feng Jingtu's face turned ugly when he heard it. Since it stopped, it meant that the situation must be very grim. However, after hearing that Meng Tinghao wanted to go in to take a look, Feng Jingtu hurriedly stopped Meng Tinghao and shook his head and said, "Senior, Yang Zhen said that no one should disturb him during this period of time. I dare not relax at all. You see..."

Meng Tinghao glared and was about to scold Feng Jingtu, but then he snorted and said, "Forget it. I want to see how far Yang Zhen can go. Can he heal an old man whose legs are all in the coffin and whose body is so broken and broken, and make him jump around like a baby?"

Hearing this, Meng Tinghao's expression froze and he smiled bitterly. People who knew the old man Meng Tinghao's character were better off, but those who didn't would have to fight with him after hearing what he said.

The old man in purple robe also had a look of being at a loss whether to laugh or cry, and looked at Xiaozhu with a complicated expression.

In the bamboo house, Yang Zhen opened his eyes in surprise, looking at the old man of the Feng family who was still lying on the bed in confusion, muttering to himself: "Damn it, what happened just now?"

"You...had an epiphany."

Old man Feng's voice came, and there was a strange tone in the voice. Yang Zhen could hear that the old man's voice had a confused tone, which obviously frightened him.

Yang Zhen said rather embarrassedly: "Oh, sorry, I was so absorbed in thinking about something just now that I accidentally had an epiphany. I'll start over. Don't worry, I'm getting some clues. It won't take too long this time."

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Old Man Feng: “…”

The so-called heavenly realm is the unity of man and nature!

Yang Zhen's ability to gain sudden enlightenment under various conditions, in addition to his extraordinary talent, is also closely related to his thoughts and realm. After nine years of compulsory education, is his divergent thinking that can be applied to other situations a joke?

Yang Zhen took a deep breath and slowly placed his hand on Old Man Feng's body. Even though Old Man Feng had lived a lifetime and his body was so broken, he was so scared that he trembled all over and almost collapsed.

"Dig the grass, fellow, don't get excited."

Yang Zhen was also frightened. He finally dared to touch it, but the old man got so excited that he shook himself apart.

That's a bit bullshit.

But Yang Zhen didn't care about these. The realization he just had was so amazing that he still hasn't come back to his senses.

(End of this chapter)