In the back mountain of Beiqi, there were countless people crowding around, and it was dark and crowded. There were people everywhere, all craning their necks and looking at Hua Youyue.

Although Hua Youyue did not go looking for the inheritance of the Three Flowers Saint, after refining and absorbing the Three Flowers Temple, her complexion became more and more beautiful. She looked like a fairy on earth. Standing among the crowd, she seemed to have a spotlight on her. As soon as she appeared, everyone's attention was focused on her.

Han Yan'er followed Hua Youyue and frowned when she saw the people around her. She said, "What do these people want to do? Don't they need to practice?"

Yang Zhen laughed loudly and said with interest: "Do you think that everyone in the world is like you, thinking about cultivation all the time and wasting your youth? When I have time, I will take you around to see the world. You see, this world is not just about the immediate reality, but also about poetry and the fields in the distance. They are very beautiful. If they are not beautiful, I will let you kiss them. If they are beautiful, you let me kiss you. How about that?"

Fight! Han Yan'er seemed to prefer to answer Yang Zhen with the sound of drawing a sword. Staring at Yang Zhen's dumbfounded eyes, Han Yan'er suppressed her smile and said, "Draw your sword, young man!"

Yang Zhen was stunned. He didn't expect that even Han Yan'er, a girl with thick eyebrows and big eyes, had learned these Internet languages. He was immediately shocked. Just as he was about to speak, a hearty laugh was heard, which gave Yang Zhen goosebumps.

"It's ridiculous. If we can't even get rid of the mediocrity in front of us, then even if we go to the distant poems and fields, won't we still see mediocrity?"

A group of people broke through the crowd and slowly walked in front of Yang Zhen and others. The leader was a handsome guy. Yang Zhen was confused and turned to ask everyone: "Who is this idiot with a missing brain?"

"you……"

Fu Kun obviously didn't expect that Yang Zhen's previous sentence was quite meaningful, but the next sentence actually started to curse. He was immediately choked as if he had swallowed two big white buns raw. His face turned red. After a long time, he snorted coldly, shook his head and sighed, and said with some disappointment: "Yang Zhen, Fu came here with great interest, but at first sight, I didn't expect you to be such a superficial person. I am really disappointed."

Yang Zhen's confused expression became even more intense. He turned around to look at Jianmao and asked, "Is this your relative?"

This guy started to mock and sneer as soon as he came. Even a fool could see that he had bad intentions. In that case, Yang Zhen had no intention of being polite to him.

Upon hearing this, the mean cat immediately became anxious, jumped up and cursed: "Your relatives, all your relatives, how could I have such a stupid relative?"

Yang Zhen was not angry either. He said with a sigh, "I also think that you don't seem to have such stupid relatives."

Very unhappy. Yang Zhen is very unhappy now.

He was discussing with Han Yan'er whether to draw the sword or not and what posture would be more handsome when this guy rushed up with a condescending attitude and belittled Yang Zhen's words.

Yang Zhen has been pretending to be cool with this sentence for two lifetimes, and he never thought that this sentence could be interpreted in this way.

Oh my, what this guy said is actually not wrong. If you can't even solve the current situation, even if you reach faraway places, it may not be poetry and fields. Even if it is poetry and fields, it will become a compromise.

This is a top student!

Yang Zhen widened his eyes and looked at the person who came with curiosity. Suddenly his face froze. He passed the handsome guy who was only a little bit away from Yang Zhen and fell on the two old men behind him.

These two old guys are incredible. One of them looks like he has a black hole hanging on his body, and the other one is even more incredible. There are countless sword beams floating around, as if all the swords are returning to their origin, which is really creepy.

If these two old men start fighting, they are obviously the type of people who can take someone's life in a minute.

"Zhou Tian period?"

Yang Zhen raised his eyebrows, ignored Fu Kun, and asked the two old men.

Bai Shengbo looked at Yang Zhen with curiosity, nodded and said, "You are indeed different. The aura on your body is so complicated. You have cultivated such a good power, but it has messed up your cultivation. No wonder the people of the five tribes suffered a great loss at your hands. But you know, when you reach the Zhoutian stage, if you are still so willful and reckless, you will definitely regret it."

Tai Zhongquan also nodded, looking at Yang Zhen with interest, grinning and saying, "Don't worry, kid, the two of us won't bully you. But you killed people from my five clans for no reason, so you have to have an explanation, right?"

After hearing this, Yang Zhen nodded quickly, and his impression of these two old guys immediately improved a lot.

It’s just that those legendary old guys come up and take advantage of their seniority, which is really annoying and makes people feel quite immature and funny.

The two old men in front of us are different. They just came and they were able to condescend to stand behind a young boy, acting as if it had nothing to do with them. This is the demeanor that a senior master should have.

Yang Zhen asked curiously, "How do the two seniors plan to solve this problem? Why don't you give us some ideas?"

Tai Zhongquan was stunned for a moment, then suddenly burst into laughter, pointing at Yang Zhen and saying, "Boy, you are an interesting little guy. If you hadn't rashly done something that would surely lead to your death, I might be able to make friends with you."

Bai Shengbo looked at Yang Zhen with a gloomy face and snorted coldly. Just as he was about to speak, he suddenly saw Fu Kun, whose body was as thin as a sieve. He was stunned for a moment, then he suddenly reacted, snorted coldly again, and said nothing.

It is obvious that Bai Shengbo wants to return the home court to Fu Kun, otherwise Fu Kun will become depressed.

…

Fu Kun is so angry!

He was so angry that he almost died! He finally confronted Yang Zhen in a very cool way. Tens of thousands of people's eyes were almost all on him, but Yang Zhen started to curse him, and he almost doubted his life.

There is no wrong version in the 1619 book forum!

Arguing with such a scoundrel? Fu Kun now wanted to rush up and cut Yang Zhen into pieces. What's the point of arguing? Just kill him first!

However, Fu Kun knew in his heart that this time he came not just to debate with Yang Zhen, but he came with a mission for the Kuching clan.

Now tens of thousands of cultivators are watching, and he is in a debater's posture. If he rushes up and kills Yang Zhen with the support of the two seniors from the Gu Jin clan and the Gu Yuan Holy Land, then both the Gu Jin clan and the Gu Yuan Holy Land will lose face.

Don't be angry!

Don't be angry!

Don't be angry!

Remind yourself three times of important things!

Fu Kun took a deep breath and was about to speak when Yang Zhen suddenly looked at him innocently and said with some concern: "Brother, are you sick? I happen to have some quick-acting heart pills here. How about you take them first?"

God damn, just eat it. Damn it, even if you are pretending, you have to pretend to be real, okay?

Fu Kun felt that if he had not been holding back, he would have spat out a mouthful of blood on Yang Zhen's face.

Is this Yang Zhen... a devil?

He did it on purpose. No one is born so mean. He must have done it on purpose to disturb his spiritual heart.

It must be like this!

This damn bastard! Fu Kun felt that if he hadn't seen through Yang Zhen's thoughts, his mentality would have collapsed! 　Thanks to "Wu" for rewarding 100,000 book coins and becoming the first leader of this book. Thank you, big boss. Big boss, your work is going smoothly, your money is flowing in, and you count money every day until your hands cramp.

(End of this chapter)