After hearing Yang Zhen's words, both Wan Jian and everyone outside the Guantian Mirror were stunned.

Where does Yang Zhen get so much confidence that he can even chat with Wan Jian under such circumstances?

Doesn’t Yang Zhen know that even if he is not afraid of Wan Jian’s terrifying strength, if Wan Jian shouts at this moment, he will be surrounded?

Once surrounded by more than two people, Yang Zhen would definitely die, and this farce would be over.

Even Master Jian and the Palace Master of the Saint Yao Palace looked at each other blankly, then turned to look at the Three Saint Ladies and asked in unison, "Is this what you meant by not putting your own death aside?"

If this is not considered as disregarding life and death, then all the cultivators in the world cherish life to the extreme.

Is Yang Zhen playing with fire, or does he really have some powerful support that allows him to be fearless in this situation?

…

Everyone looked at the strange scene in front of them in confusion, forgetting even to speak. They were all expecting Yang Zhen to burst out with strength that would astonish everyone, or simply be stabbed to death by Wan Jian's sword.

The feeling of their hearts beating wildly was driving everyone crazy.

In fact, no one knew that Yang Zhen also felt like he was in pain, but couldn't tell anyone.

Damn, only by knowing yourself and your enemy can you win every battle. What our ancestors said is absolutely right.

Yang Zhen has been trying his best to gather information during this period, but he still hasn't found out the personalities of the Three Saint Ladies. Also, Yang Zhen doesn't know what kind of person the elusive Palace Master of the Yaosheng Palace is.

Yang Zhen entered Eagle Falls in a daze. He really wanted to leave a good impression on the people of Yao Chi Holy Land, so that he could obtain the inherited method of activating the Seven Yin and Seven Yang Lands from Yao Chi Holy Land.

But how can we leave a good impression?

Yang Zhen didn’t know. Precisely because he didn’t know, he decided to show off his strength a little and pretend to be a little bit cool. After all, there is no one in this world who doesn’t like strong people!

Seeing Wan Jian coming towards him with murderous intent, Yang Zhen was not afraid at all. Instead, he became more mysterious. He glanced at Wan Jian and saw that he was a little confused. He then continued:

"Wan Jian is one of the strongest among the younger generation of cultivators in the Western Region. He is a ninth-level God Transformation cultivator. His cultivation technique is the Blood Seal Heavenly Sword. This Blood Seal Heavenly Sword is quite extraordinary. Therefore, even among the ninth-level God Transformation cultivators, he is still the strongest among the strong. He is ruthless and will do anything to achieve his goals, but he is a chivalrous man. During his trip to Southern Xinjiang, he personally killed six ninth-level God Transformation scums who were causing trouble for the people. Am I right?"

"Do you know me?" The smile on Wan Jian's face gradually disappeared, revealing a solemn look.

Everyone beside the celestial mirror was also stunned. No one expected that Yang Zhen was so familiar with Wan Jian.

There was a glimmer of wonder in the eyes of the Third Saint Ladies. She looked at the leisurely Yang Zhen with curiosity and gave the Palace Master and Old Sword a smug look. Her beauty was mixed with a little playfulness. Who would have thought that the mysterious and noble Third Saint Ladies would have such a side to them.

"It seems that Yang Zhen has put in some effort!" The Palace Master nodded and said doubtfully, "It's just that these news can be found out with a little inquiry. What can Yang Zhen do if he knows these?"

Just as Master Jian was about to nod, Yang Zhen's voice came again.

Seeing that Wan Jian had no fear on his face, Yang Zhen waved his hand and said, "Relax, I know you are delaying the news, and I am also waiting for someone, so what, sit down and talk?"

"Hmph!" Wan Jian snorted coldly, with a flash of disdain in his eyes.

Yang Zhen casually fiddled with the branches beside him and muttered to himself, "When I was seventeen years old, with the cultivation base of the Tribulation Crossing Stage, I fought against two Mahayana Stage masters, killed one of them and severely injured the other. You became famous in the Western Regions. Everyone knows that you broke through the Heavenly Realm in this battle and became the youngest Heavenly Realm master in the Western Regions in ten thousand years. But few people know that this battle left you with a great hidden injury. Whenever the moon is waning, you feel severe pain in your left ribs. Even at normal times, if someone attacks your left side at the risk of his life..."

Wan Jian's expression suddenly changed, and the air around him became cold. He stared at Yang Zhen intently and said in a deep voice, "Who are you?"

Yang Zhen grinned and said, "You don't need to care who I am. I just want you to know that in front of this Sao Saint, you are like a salted fish, you are completely arranged!"

This was what Yang Zhen guessed, because his injury had to be treated with scorpion tail grass.

"You... who are you?"

"What a pity! Judging from the way you walked, you not only failed to find the scorpion tail grass, but you were also stung by the big scorpion. Oh my, how pitiful! Although you suppressed the poison by force, it has now entered your five internal organs. If you can't find the Tianhua Fruit, you won't live for more than three years!"

Boom! An old man stood up next to the astronomical mirror. He was so excited that the chair under his buttocks shattered into powder.

The faces of the people who were originally listening to Yang Zhen's serious nonsense changed, and they looked at each other and opened their mouths: "Say... am I right?"

The man who stood up was none other than Wan Jian's uncle, his own uncle! The old woman looked at the old man with a look of doubt, stretched her neck and asked, "Elder Geng, is Yang Zhen... right?"

Swish! Countless people's ears pricked up instantly, and they looked at Elder Geng who stood up with gossipy expressions.

Elder Geng's face flashed with a complicated expression. He nodded with difficulty and said, "Yang Zhen, this boy, cannot die!"

Having said that, Elder Geng slowly sat down in front of everyone's stunned gazes.

But my god, is your chair still there? Don’t you have any regrets? Seeing that Elder Geng was about to sit on the ground, the old woman waved her hand blankly, and a chair appeared under Elder Geng’s butt, catching him just right.

There is no wrong version in the 1619 book forum!

This... even the old woman was stunned. How chaotic must Elder Geng's mind be to panic like this? But if Yang Zhen was right, everyone felt that they understood, after all, Wan Jian was going to die? At this time, Yang Zhen's words came again, and everyone held their breath, even some drowsy old men with drooped heads, stared.

Yang Zhen was not talking nonsense in a serious manner. Obviously, what he said was right, but how did he know it? Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, Yang Zhen suddenly grinned and said to Wan Jian, who had a frivolous expression, "Sit down first, and then I will analyze your case for you."

Plop! Wan Jian sat down on the ground, which made everyone under the sky-viewing mirror drop their jaws.

"You say!" Wan Jian's voice came, dry and hoarse, with a solemn expression on his face.

"Look, let's both sit down and have a good chat. That's comfortable. By the way, how old are you?"

…

Seeing that Yang Zhen and Wan Jian actually started chatting with each other, everyone was stunned. They looked at each other in confusion, and they all had an indescribable feeling.

This Yang Zhen... is he poisonous?

At this moment, Yang Zhen suddenly said cheerfully: "Actually, if you can't find the Tianhua Fruit, you don't have to die!"

Swoosh! Wan Jian stood up!

Swoosh! Elder Geng stood up again!

Yang Zhen looked at Wan Jian who looked nervous, waved his hand and said, "Sit down first, sit down!"

As he spoke, Yang Zhen looked up into the air, looking aggrieved.

Damn it, this slutty saint is trying so hard to show off, I wonder if the people in the Yao Chi Holy Land have seen it?

I feel so sad and depressed.

(End of this chapter)