Hearing Meng Tinghao's words, Feng Jingtu was stunned, and said with a wry smile: "Don't worry, senior, it's not that I trust Yang Zhen so blindly. It's just that my grandfather, who hasn't spoken for two years, communicated with Yang Zhen at the first opportunity, and he communicated with him in secret through voice transmission. I..."

"What?" Meng Tinghao's eyes suddenly widened, staring at Feng Jingtu and said, "The sound transmission is secret, and old man Feng actually took the initiative to communicate with Yang Zhen?"

As they spoke, Meng Tinghao and the purple-robed old man looked at each other and saw the surprise in each other's eyes.

The two men hadn't seen Old Man Feng for a long time. In fact, they had come to Feng's house to visit Old Man Feng some time ago. The matter of the black sand was arranged by them, but in the end they found that the black sand could no longer make up for the loss of Old Man Feng's vitality.

During this process, Old Man Feng did not communicate with the two. One reason was that the three of them were already familiar with each other. The most important thing was that it was very time-consuming to transmit sound and secret information. Once he spoke, Old Man Feng would fall into a deep sleep, and it was unknown whether he would wake up.

Now that they heard that Old Man Feng actually communicated with Yang Zhen first, how could they not be surprised?

Especially Meng Tinghao, who looked at Feng Jingtu with a look of doubt, then turned around and looked at Xiaozhu in confusion, muttering to himself: "This...he, what did old man Feng figure out?"

Feng Jingtu shook his head and said, "I don't know about this, but if there was no hope, Grandpa would not have taken such a risk."

Meng Tinghao opened his mouth but couldn't say anything.

What Feng Jingtu said was right. If he were to replace Old Man Feng, when there was no hope, he would also retain his spirit and would not easily communicate with others through telepathy.

Besides, this is not a matter of transmitting the message into a secret, it's just a matter of saying one less word.

Meng Tinghao looked at Xiaozhu in bewilderment. After a long while, he opened his mouth and was about to speak. Suddenly, his whole body shook, and both eyes shone. He stared at Xiaozhu with a burning gaze and exclaimed, "There is a change."

The purple-robed old man also had a serious expression, his eyes fixed on the small building.

Buzz! A low humming sound was heard, and the mysterious aura appeared again, but this time, it came with such force that the eyes of the two peak Mahayana masters jumped.

"Nonsense, can old man Feng withstand such a terrifying energy fluctuation?"

Meng Tinghao's face changed drastically. He was about to rush forward, but for some reason he suddenly stopped and snorted coldly: "I hope Yang Zhen won't do anything reckless. Old man Feng's body can't stand any more torture."

The purple-robed old man stared intently at the energy fluctuations erupting from the small building, muttering to himself: "Old Meng, it seems that your bamboo can be prepared."

"What are you preparing bamboo for?" Meng Tinghao was stunned by the purple-robed old man's inexplicable words. He then reacted, rolled his eyes, and snorted, "That requires Yang to bring old man Feng's life back from the Nine Nether Purgatory."

As soon as Meng Tinghao finished speaking, the area surrounding the entire small building suddenly became filled with mist, and waves of terrifying aura began to surge, causing the two men to look solemn.

The misty clouds around began to condense, like a sea of ​​clouds blown by the wind, swirling around the small building and converging above it.

Just when Meng Tinghao, the purple-robed old man, Feng Jingtu and others were looking confused, a loud bang suddenly came from the small building, and the condensed air wave suddenly roared wildly.

Waves of boiling energy flew up and down, surging and colliding with each other in mid-air in the small building.

"Oh no, Yang Zhen has gone crazy. With such a terrifying collision of Yin and Yang energies, he may destroy the entire building... Huh?"

Meng Tinghao's eyes almost popped out. He looked at the Yin-Yang diagram formed by the collision of the Yin and Yang energies in mid-air with an expression of disbelief, and his whole body shook violently.

"This... can the yin and yang energies be like this?"

Especially the eyes of the Yin-Yang fish, the interaction between yin and yang is simply magical.

"This is truly a work of genius, the only one I have ever seen in my life." The purple-robed old man muttered to himself, "The two forces of yin and yang can actually coexist in such a strange way."

Meng Tinghao screamed and slapped his belly. "Damn it, this is not just coexistence. This, this, this... It's so mysterious. I can't even explain it. Why can't I explain it? I can clearly feel that something is wrong. There must be something wrong. Why can't I put it into words?"

Looking at Meng Tinghao who was doubting his life, the purple-robed old man slapped Meng Tinghao on the shoulder and said, "Collect your spirit. This is not a realm we can comprehend."

"What?"

Meng Tinghao was awakened by a slap in the face. Hearing this, he immediately became angry and pointed at his nose and said, "You said that my realm is not even comparable to that of Yang kid?"

“Although it’s very discouraging…” The purple-robed old man had no expression on his face. He glanced at Meng Tinghao and continued, “But this is the fact. If I’m not mistaken, Yang Zhen has probably already entered the Heavenly Man Realm.”

"Impossible, he's only a few years old!" Meng Tinghao looked incredulous, swallowed the words that were about to come out of his mouth, and said hesitantly: "Could it be old man Feng?"

"What do you think?"

Meng Tinghao: “…”

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A group of people looked at the conversation between the two Mahayana peak masters in bewilderment. They were all shocked by Yang Zhen's realm. Heavenly Man Realm, Yang Zhen had actually broken through to the Heavenly Man Realm? The Heavenly Man Realm that nine out of ten Tribulation Crossing Stage masters couldn't break through to? This... Yang Zhen was indeed a monster.

At this moment, Yang Zhen's words suddenly came from the small building. Everyone who heard it was shocked and hurriedly kept their minds focused.

"Life is in harmony with yin and yang, in tune with the four seasons, away from the mundane, accumulating spiritual energy, wandering between heaven and earth, seeing and hearing beyond the eight directions. This is the art of physiology and numerology. How much you can comprehend depends on your own luck. Pay attention to the changes in the yin and yang diagram..."

Hearing Yang Zhen's words, Meng Tinghao and the purple-robed old man felt a chill all over their bodies. Almost at the same time, they looked up at the mysterious Yin-Yang diagram in the air and slowly became fascinated.

"People below the Mahayana stage should not look at the Yin-Yang diagram... As long as the body is not worn out and the spirit is not scattered, everyone can reach hundreds of Yin-Yang. Their laws are like heaven and earth, and they are like the sun and the moon. They can distinguish the stars, follow the Yin-Yang, and distinguish the four seasons. They will merge heaven and earth with the Tao, and purify their bodies..."

"Huh?"

"Huh?"

Meng Tinghao and the purple-robed old man exclaimed in surprise at the same time and looked at each other with ecstasy in their eyes.

Yang Zhen's words had already told them the effects of the Yin and Yang Qi and the method of reversing the Yin and Yang diagram. This was... preaching! Boom! A loud earth-shattering noise was heard, and the entire small building instantly exploded into countless powders, scaring everyone.

Amid the surging wind, a powerful voice laughed loudly in the misty air and said, "Young friend Yang, could you lend me some clothes?"

"How difficult is that!" Yang Zhen's words came slowly: "A piece of purple crystal."

Everyone: “…”

(End of this chapter)