Everyone was completely shocked to see that Yang Zhen was actually fighting against the soul suppression of the ten-layer formation.

If Yang Zhen had just accidentally comprehended the Lingkong Xudu, accidentally cultivated the Soul Tempering Sutra, and accidentally driven the three most promising geniuses out of the formation, everyone could barely accept it.

This situation only proves that Yang Zhen's talent is really high, so high that it is frightening. Geniuses like Lian Yunjie are no match for Yang Zhen. Yang Zhen's talent is already comparable to that of a genius like Hua Youyue.

But it is hard to accept that Yang Zhen could actually confront the ten-layer formation. This is simply beyond the scope of his talent.

How great a talent does one have to be able to casually practice a Soul Tempering Sutra and actually be able to compete with a tenth-level talent.

This is not a genius, this is a monster.

Even if he was a monster, no one had ever heard of anyone being able to fight against a ten-layer formation before opening up the spiritual sea.

Thinking of this, everyone's heart skipped a beat and they looked at Yang Zhen in shock.

"No, it's impossible. Could it be that Yang Zhen has already opened up the spiritual sea?" Ku Tou Tuo murmured to himself, as if he had suffered a serious mental shock. Then he shook his head and said in a deep voice: "This is impossible. Yang Zhen did not practice soul-hardening techniques at the beginning. It is impossible for him to pretend to be in a state of being suppressed and squeezed out."

The middle-aged scholar was also puzzled and bewildered. Hearing this, he asked, "What's going on with Yang Zhen? Did he not only practice the Soul Tempering Sutra, but also take a Soul Revitalizing Pill?"

"It's impossible even if he took the Soul Revitalizing Pill, unless..." The withered monk turned his head abruptly to look at Hua Youyue, and asked in a gloomy voice: "Master Hua, was the Soul Tempering Sutra you taught Yang Zhen just now really?"

Hua Youyue glanced at Ku Tou Tuo, revealing a playful expression that seemed to be smiling but not smiling: "Guess?"

"you……"

Ku Tou Tuo's expression froze. Hua Youyue was not Yang Zhen. If Yang Zhen treated them like this, they might find a way to kill Yang Zhen after the trial or even during it. But Hua Youyue was different. Even if he had the courage, he would not dare to attack Hua Youyue in Liehuo City. He would not even dare to think about it.

Hua Youyue seemed to be in a good mood, and walked towards the bottom of the platform with a smile. When she was about to get off the platform, she suddenly turned around and said to Tan Fenglie, "City Lord Tan, the winner of this soul trial should be determined, right?"

City Lord Tan was stunned, looked at Yang Zhen with a wry smile, nodded and said, "Of course I can judge!"

Yang Zhen even challenged the tenth floor, which no one had ever reached before. This is no longer something that can be summarized by a simple record. He is naturally the leader.

Even in the soul trials in the long future, it is very likely that Yang Zhen will maintain this record, because I have never heard of anyone who has not opened up the spiritual sea being able to fight against the tenth level of soul suppression. This is almost impossible.

Hua Youyue nodded, still with a smile on her face, and walked downstairs.

No one noticed that Hua Youyue seemed to smile more in the past two days than in the past two years.

The withered monk and the middle-aged scholar seemed to be hesitant to speak, but at this moment they could not utter a word.

What do you mean? Was it wrong to judge Yang Zhen as the leader of the Soul Trial? Yang Zhen had driven all the others out, and now he was the only one left above the eighth floor still struggling with the tenth-layer formation. He stretched his arms and wiggled his buttocks, and his slutty look was more enjoyable than other men strolling around the building.

In this situation, if the two of them still questioned Tan Fenglie's decision, they would probably be scolded the next day and would not be able to stay in Liehuo City.

The two of them snorted coldly, sat down with gloomy faces, and stared at Yang Zhen's back, with murderous intent in their expressions.

If such people are kept, they will definitely become a serious threat in the future. Yun Jie, Zeng Bishu, and even Liang Qiu Shui may all have indelible mental demons, which will have a huge impact on their future growth.

Only when Yang Zhen dies can these three people come out of these shadows.

Just like Hua Youyue’s creepy master, it is said that in the past few years, anywhere in Youzhou Continent, as long as that person’s name was casually mentioned, there would be people vomiting blood and getting injured due to the outbreak of inner demons.

This led to a strange phenomenon: when two young geniuses had a conflict, they would say the name of their predecessor to each other before fighting. This might cause the other party to collapse mentally, vomit blood and fall to the ground, so there would be no need to fight.

Naturally, everyone is terrified of such a person. Now there is another Yang Zhen, a bastard who is even more despicable and makes people so angry that their teeth ache.

What made the two even more depressed was, how come these two guys were related to Changyue Tower? ...

Yang Zhen didn't know that he had caused shock and even horror among the crowd. Many people had already begun to doubt him, believing that he had opened up the spiritual sea, so he could withstand the ten-layer formation until now.

Yang Zhen's heart moved. This news must not be spread out. If it were to be spread out, it might attract the attention of some old guys. If they insisted on accepting him as their last disciple and passing on the martial arts, that would be a bit troublesome.

"No!" Yang Zhen muttered in his heart, and without wasting a second, he immediately answered: "Why do you ask?"

Hua Youyue showed a trace of disbelief on her face, and said with a smile: "The soul suppression of the Tongtianchu is very special. The tenth level is almost several times that of the ninth level, so... cultivators who have not opened up the spiritual sea usually..."

"Ouch!" Yang Zhen suddenly let out a strange cry, scaring Hua Youyue.

"What’s wrong with you?"

"Why is my head hurting so much? It's about to explode. Oh my, I'm almost dead. The tenth level of soul suppression is really terrifying."

Having said this, Yang Zhen screamed again, and suddenly swung his arms, turned his body several times, and stumbled towards the ninth floor.

Hua Youyue stared at Yang Zhen blankly, with a bewildered look on her face.

Yang Zhen screamed so loudly that everyone in Guangmingding heard it and their mouths twitched.

Seeing Yang Zhen being 'in a miserable state' being squeezed out of the tenth floor and falling towards the ninth floor, and about to hit the ground, he suddenly changed direction in mid-air and fell towards Hua Youyue. Everyone almost couldn't help rolling their eyes.

There is no wrong version in the 1619 book forum!

Could you act a little more exaggerated? Even a ghost could tell that you did it on purpose. Your exaggerated acting skills would be fine, but you didn't even want to lie on the ground, and actually changed direction in mid-air and fell towards Hua Youyue?

Shameless, too shameless, shameless beyond measure! When Hua Youyue heard Yang Zhen's strange cry, she was already shocked and thought that he was injured. When she realized that Yang Zhen was just faking a fall and was completely pretending, she no longer had time to avoid Yang Zhen and could only stretch out her hands to hold Yang Zhen up.

duang!

Yang Zhen landed on Hua Youyue as he wished, raised his head and said weakly: "I... I'm injured!"

After saying that, Yang Zhen let out a scream, then fell onto Hua Youyue's shoulder again, completely passing out.

"Yang... Yang Zhen?"

Hua Youyue stood blankly in the nine-layer formation. As the dignified owner of Changyue Tower, Hua Youyue, who made all the young talents in the Three Kingdoms feel inferior to her, actually showed a trace of helplessness that only a little girl could have.

Feeling the strong masculine scent from Yang Zhen, Hua Youyue took a deep breath: "Fang Yue!"

Lan Fangyue suddenly woke up, quickly withdrew her confused gaze from Yang Zhen, and hurried over here.

Hua Youyue carried Yang Zhen to the sixth floor and said to Lan Fangyue, "Help Young Master Yang to rest!"

Hearing this, Lan Fangyue did not dare to neglect and nodded quickly, his face was stunned again.

Yang Zhen's hands had already been on Hua Youyue's neck without him noticing, and his whole body was hanging on Hua Youyue, unable to be pried off.

Hua Youyue: “…”

Lan Fangyue: “…”

"Forget it, let me do it!"

Hua Youyue said helplessly.

At this moment, a strong fluctuation of vital energy suddenly came from the air. Hua Youyue and others were startled and looked up, frowning immediately.

In the distance, a group of people were coming on swords. Judging from their powerful aura, they were at least Jindan stage masters, and there were quite a few of them.

(End of this chapter)