The withered monk and the middle-aged scholar were in such a bad state. Their faces looked as if they had eaten a dead fly, but the dead fly melted in their mouths and they couldn't even spit it out.

The others had dull eyes and twitching eyes as they looked at Yun Jie and Zeng Bishu, unable to help but reveal expressions of pity.

It's so pitiful. Even though the two are rare geniuses who appear only once in a hundred years, geniuses also need a growth process. In fact, the fact that they could enter the eighth level has already shocked everyone.

But now look, although the two can enter the eighth floor, they can only sit cross-legged on the eighth floor, desperately maintaining their state of mind and resisting the wave after wave of violent soul suppression. Now they are sweating coldly.

Look at Yang Zhen again. This bastard is on the eighth floor just like he is at home. No, he is as comfortable as lying in his own bed. He keeps stretching his arms and legs and doing some difficult gymnastics moves. He is so ostentatious.

Yun Jie's face turned blue and red, and his eyes twitched wildly. He simply closed his eyes, clasped his hands together, and chanted scriptures continuously.

Zeng Bishu was in a miserable situation. He couldn't recite the scriptures. He stared at Yang Zhen with red eyes, wishing he could pounce on him and die together with Yang Zhen.

But he didn't dare to. If he moved now, all his previous efforts would be wasted. His realm was unstable and his consciousness was suppressed. He might spit out blood and be thrown out by the formation like Ma Jing, which would be a huge loss of face.

Princess Changyang and other people who had a good relationship with Yang Zhen all looked at Yang Zhen in astonishment, with an expression of "as expected" in their eyes.

With Yang Zhen's mean character, how could he tolerate so many people ridiculing him for so long? Sure enough, retribution came! "Yang Zhen, leave some room for others so that we can meet again in the future, you..."

Zeng Bishu couldn't help it any longer and spoke with gritted teeth, but was interrupted by Yang Zhen halfway through.

Yang Zhen was startled and waved his hands hastily: "Stop it, who will follow you in the future? From now on, you and I should go our separate ways. I don't want to see you again!"

Hearing this, Zeng Bishu's eyes widened in a daze, his face became redder and redder, and he couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood, which hung at the corner of his mouth.

Many cultivators present looked at Yang Zhen in astonishment, with strange looks flashing in their eyes. Their faces all turned red, and they wanted to laugh but didn't dare to.

They were not angry, but were frightened by Yang Zhen's asshole words.

When it comes to arguing with people, Yang Zhen is indeed the best. He can just say such words without hesitation, and it is impossible to guard against him.

A smile also flashed across Hua Youyue's face. She looked at Yang Zhen with a helpless look and slowly sat down in her seat.

Zeng Bishu's vomiting of blood caused a burst of exclamations, but this guy pulled back his almost collapsed mind and actually held it in! Yang Zhen was amazed and gave Zeng Bishu a thumbs up: "Incredible, incredible, you can hold it in like this, you are indeed a once-in-a-century genius, I can't do it... I don't feel any pressure at all!"

Everyone was stunned, with ridiculous looks on their faces.

Not to mention Zeng Bishu, even the others almost couldn't hold back when they heard this. They really couldn't let Yang Zhen speak, because this mouth could make people angry to death.

Zeng Bishu tried hard to suppress the churning of blood in his body. His face turned into a monkey's butt. He stared at Yang Zhen with a look of resentment.

Yun Jie chanted louder and faster, and tremblingly took out a string of Buddhist beads from his arms, which surprised Yang Zhen: "Do lamas also use monks' prayer beads?"

Snap! The string of the rosary broke, and the beads fell onto the stone slab, making a series of crisp sounds.

Yang Zhen let out an oooh and said, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to do that. Oh, I really want to sing a song now."

"Shut up!" The two said in unison. Even Liang Qiu Shui, who was behind them, shuddered all over and looked at Yang Zhen in despair.

Talking is unbearable, and singing? Yang Zhen seemed not to notice the gazes of the crowd. He stood up and turned away, leaving a lonely and desolate back to the crowd.

"Masters are lonely, a song of coolness... no, a song of ten rings for everyone!"

Yang Zhen put his left hand behind his back, clenched his right fist, placed it to his mouth and coughed lightly. Ignoring the increasingly heavy breathing of the crowd, he opened his mouth and sang: "Ahhhhhh, Nine Rings, you have one more ring than Eight Rings..."

On the cloud platform, Hua Youyue's whole body tensed up and she looked at Yang Zhen with a wry smile.

"How outrageous! Too outrageous!"

"Shut up, you arrogant kid. What kind of song is this? It's too... too ugly!"

"What a crap song."

"Pfft, I can't take it anymore, this song is poisonous, what nine rings and ten rings!"

"What?" Someone exclaimed, "Look, Yang Zhen has actually entered the ninth ring, no, the ninth floor!"

"He really went in. What kind of skills did Yang Zhen practice? When did Changyue Tower have such a terrifying soul-tempering skill?"

"Nine...nine floors?"

Yun Jie and Zeng Bishu opened their eyes in horror and saw Yang Zhen jumping around on the ninth floor, as if trying to see if he could adapt.

But have you ever tried this? Everyone walks in carefully and then calms down carefully.

Yang Zhen was better. Not only did he jump around to test it out, he also retreated to the eighth floor, put his legs together and jumped in again, looking as if he didn't think the pressure was enough.

After feeling somewhat disappointed, Yang Zhen turned around and said to Yun Jie and Zeng Bishu, "Don't watch it anymore. You can't learn it. The basic operations of this soul trial are not something that ordinary people like you can learn."

Puff! Puff! Two mouthfuls of blood splattered into the air, and Yun Jie and Zeng Bishu spat them out at the same time.

There is no wrong version in the 1619 book forum!

Is it so uncomfortable to be treated as an ordinary disciple? Ahhh, I am so unwilling!

Whoosh, whoosh, two sounds of breaking through the air were heard, and Yun Jie and Zeng Bishu flew out at the same time. It was not that they did not want to see Yang Zhen again, but their state of mind was broken, so they threw the formation away.

Yang Zhen stretched his neck to look at the two men and said loudly: "Hold on, brothers, don't faint. You haven't even seen me enter the tenth floor yet!"

Puff! Puff! Two more mouthfuls of blood spurted out, this time in mid-air, which was much more beautiful.

"Yang Zhen, you and I cannot coexist!"

"Yang Zhen, I will never become a Buddha unless I kill you in this lifetime!"

"Can lamas also become Buddhas?" Yang Zhen studied daily knowledge tirelessly.

Plop! His answer was a dull thud. The two of them landed at the same time, making only one sound.

Yang Zhen curled his lips and his eyes fell on Liang Qiu Shui.

Liang Qiushui trembled all over, and said with a look of horror: "You...what do you want to do?"

Shi Feixue, who was standing next to him, looked at Yang Zhen pitifully and said with a red face, "Yang Zhen, can you please...let Senior Sister Liang go?"

"Junior sister, shut up!" Liang Qiu Shui's expression turned cold and he scolded Shi Feixue.

Yang Zhen came to Shi Feixue and squatted down, looking at the shy little girl with a round face, and said, "Does this evil woman always bully you?"

Shi Feixue wanted to say something but stopped herself.

Yang Zhen looked at Shi Feixue and said, "Tell the truth, or I'll throw her out."

“…”

Shi Feixue secretly glanced at Liang Qiushui, bit her lip and whispered, "Yes!"

"You!" Liang Qiu Shui trembled with anger.

(End of this chapter)