The male monk looked at Yang Zhen circling around him in a daze, with a look of disbelief on his face. Especially after hearing what Yang Zhen said, he spat out a mouthful of blood with a "wow".
The sight of it gushing out like a spring frightened everyone.
Under such circumstances, how could the cultivator keep his mind stable? He was thrown out by the formation and fell to the ground with a plop, unconscious.
"Oh, brother, please fly slower, this Pingsha Luoyan style with its back facing the sky is a bit unsightly!"
Yang Zhen let out a strange cry, and every word he said was heart-piercing, but with a caring tone, which made everyone shudder. Even the cultivator who was not sure whether he was angry to death or fainted from anger fell to the ground and shivered, and blood spurted out of his mouth again.
Although the soul trial is not life-threatening, the terrifying soul suppression can still hurt people. Now that cultivator's soul was unstable and he was injured by the soul suppression, he was then carried away by the paramedics with a strange look on his face.
Yang Zhen shook his head and sighed: "Such a good person, but he failed because of his unstable state of mind. It's really a pity."
Everyone who heard this twitched their lips. If you hadn't been mocking him, would he have been upset? Yang Zhen was too shameless. He actually made him so angry that he vomited blood. This completely changed everyone's understanding of the word shameless. Compared with Yang Zhen, all the shameless people in the past looked like honest people.
After Yang Zhen shut up, the entire trial site fell into deathly silence.
No one expected that Yang Zhen and Hua Youyue, who could not even enter the first floor, asked for a method to refine the soul, and practiced it casually, and almost killed themselves. Now they can move freely on the fourth and fifth floors, and it seems that they are in a state of ease.
This... let alone seeing it with one's own eyes, even if it were spread out, I'm afraid no one would dare to believe it.
When did it become so easy to practice the art of refining the soul? Is it so simple to refine the soul? Can you refine it just by tossing yourself around and shivering like you're dying?
How could those monks who had worked so hard for several years survive? The withered monk and the middle-aged scholar widened their eyes, as if they had seen the most incredible scene in the world. They looked at each other, both of them looking at each other with a look of "Who am I and where am I?"
Hua Youyue was so surprised that she stood up. She looked at Yang Zhen with twinkling eyes, as if she had just met Yang Zhen. Her eyes were full of shock and horror.
The more familiar she became with the Soul Tempering Sutra, the more she found it difficult to practice.
The exercises were created by great masters in the past, and most of them are imprinted with their understanding of the Tao. Therefore, not all exercises are suitable for everyone. Only those who are in line with the Tao can practice them successfully.
The closer the Tao intentions of the person who created the technique and the person who practices the technique are, the faster the person who practices the technique will practice.
Few people know that the Soul Tempering Sutra is a kind of martial arts created by Hua Youyue's master. In his words, this martial art is simply difficult for ordinary people to practice, and only by understanding the Taoism behind it can one get started or even master it.
Hua Youyue has been studying the Soul Tempering Sutra. The more she studies, the more she feels that the Soul Tempering Sutra is profound and extensive. It secretly conforms to the great way and has many directions. The more she understands, the higher level she can cultivate to.
With Hua Youyue's extraordinary talent, she could probably think of all these directions, but there was always a feeling that it was incomplete, as if this technique could be further extended.
Yang Zhen actually managed to cultivate such a strange technique? According to Yang Zhen's current state, he must have cultivated to at least the sixth level to be able to move freely between the fifth and fourth levels.
You have to know that there is a huge difference between staying on the fifth floor and coming and going freely on the fourth and fifth floors. The difference in soul suppression between the two floors is enough to make a person collapse instantly. At least the cultivator who just vomited blood could never do it.
Thinking of this, Hua Youyue's eyes flickered, and her breathing became rapid as she looked at Yang Zhen. This was a situation Hua Youyue had never encountered before.
This strange feeling made Hua Youyue feel a little helpless. It was also a feeling she had never experienced before, as she was always confident. No one could have imagined that Hua Youyue, who had always been calm and composed, would one day become helpless because of a man younger than her.
This is not love, but Hua Youyue saw a possibility in Yang Zhen, a possibility that could help her fulfill her lifelong wish.
Lan Fangyue, Princess Changyang, Lu Xueqing, Yun Jie, Zeng Bishu and others were all shocked and looked at Yang Zhen in horror.
Liang Qiu Shui was stunned, with an expression of disbelief in her eyes. Not far behind her, Shi Feixue secretly glanced at Liang Qiu Shui, clenched her fists, and her round face was full of excitement. Seeing that Liang Qiu Shui didn't notice her, she secretly looked at Yang Zhen.
Zeng Bishu's expression turned cold, staring at Yang Zhen and said, "Yang Zhen, you've gone too far. Ma Jing just said a few words to you, but you made him vomit blood and faint. How is this different from those evil people?"
Yun Jie put his hands together and said, "Yang Zhen, God is merciful and kind, I advise you not to go astray!"
"Yang Zhen, even if you are a genius who practices martial arts, you can't be so shameless. With a character like you who never gives up, how can you improve and stabilize your state of mind in the future?"
"Even if you can enter the fifth and sixth floors, you can't enter the seventh and eighth floors. I advise you not to offend too many people, don't make mistakes!"
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All the accusations came from the seventh floor and above. None of the people on the fifth floor dared to speak. Even the people on the sixth floor were a little scared.
With Yang Zhen's current spiritual power, he could jump back and forth between the fourth and fifth floors without any problem. Who knows if he would suddenly jump to the sixth floor? "Am I going too far?" Yang Zhen pointed at himself and asked in confusion, "Is that true?"
Just as everyone was about to speak, Yang Zhen suddenly stomped his feet, and the earth shook with a bang. Everyone was startled and looked at Yang Zhen in horror.
Yang Zhen laughed loudly, looking at the people above the seventh floor with disdain: "I look down on you people, each of you is so sanctimonious and your ability to flatter others is better than the other. Everyone can wear a hat, and I can also wear a hat for others, do you want to?"
Everyone was furious and was about to speak when they were interrupted by Yang Zhen.
"You guys say I'm bullying, right?" Yang Zhen looked around and said, "I am bullying today. Those bastards who have been babbling just now, please stand up now, or don't blame me for being rude!"
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Zeng Bishu, Yun Jie and the others all changed their expressions at the same time. No one had expected Yang Zhen to be so shameless. Who could use moral rules to restrain a person who didn't even care about his dignity? Thinking of this, everyone finally jumped with fear and realized who they had offended.
Yang Zhen looked down upon Yun Jie and Zeng Bishu, two guys who looked like dogs in disguise. With a half-smile on his face, he walked towards them step by step.
Seeing Yang Zhen’s speed, everyone gasped.
"Yang Zhen, you are crazy, stop now!" Princess Changyang exclaimed with a hint of horror on her face.
Even Zeng Bishu and Yun Jie did not dare to walk so fast. It took a long time to adapt to the horrific changes in soul suppression between levels. If Yang Zhen walked like this, he would be seriously injured or even hurt his consciousness, leaving him with a lifelong regret.
Yang Zhen glanced at Princess Changyang and laughed. He walked faster and walked to Yun Jie and Zeng Bishu, squatting between them in their horrified gazes.
"Don't be nervous. Why are you so nervous?" Yang Zhen patted their shoulders.
The corners of their eyes twitched wildly, and for the first time they revealed expressions of horror and shock.
Don't be nervous? You said it nicely, but at this moment, how can I not be nervous?
Who would have thought that you could get here so easily? If it didn't really happen, I wouldn't believe it even if you killed me.
Seeing that the two did not believe him, Yang Zhen shook his head and continued, "I am actually very kind and I don't want to do anything too excessive. Don't worry, I came here just to ask you a question."
"What?" the two asked in unison, puzzled.
Yang Zhen blinked at the two of them and said, "I just want to ask, are you two angry?"
"You!" The two men's faces turned pale, their breathing became rapid, and then their faces turned red due to anger.
“Oh my!” Yang Zhen stood up and said, “Be careful, don’t get excited, or you will be thrown out by the formation too.”
(End of this chapter)