Everyone just felt a gust of wind suddenly coming out of Yang Zhen's body, and they knew nothing after that.

It was like a spring breeze, and everyone even felt a little comfortable, but Yuan Hao's face suddenly changed. Look at this white, just like a layer of flour, and he spit out a large mouthful of blood. Can't this person be blown by the wind? Is there anyone who can't be blown by the wind? Seeing Yang Zhen walking in front of Yuan Hao step by step, that kind of chic and calm, meticulous, and elegant posture, everyone was confused, and suddenly felt that Yang Zhen was so handsome!

This is the real strong man, calm and composed, no matter who you are, no matter whether you inherited the way of the Great Emperor or the way of the Great Sage, a single gust of wind can blow you away! At the same time, everyone was also shocked.

There was no fool among the people present. They all knew that the reason why Yuan Hao became like this was definitely not because Yang Zhen praised him. There must be some other change.

As for whether this wind is momentum or the essence of Tao, I'm afraid no one knows except Yuan Hao who is still confused.

Yang Zhen walked away slowly, but the mean cat walked away with a ruthless pace, its butt twisted so much that its tail was almost shaken off.

"Boy, that's awesome!"

“Shame on you!”

The man and the cat looked at each other and felt a sense of mutual admiration. The lonely look of the master made everyone want to fight.

The master recovered from his shock and hurriedly followed. Although Master Yuan Hao looked like he was about to die, he was an absolute strong man. Seeing this, he snorted coldly, but did not chase after him. Instead, he looked at Yuan Hao and asked, "What's going on?"

After hearing what their master said, the pale round-faced girl and the young woman both looked at Yuan Hao's face.

Yuan Hao, who was still confused, was stunned when he heard the words. He turned his head woodenly to look at his master, his face looked like he was about to cry, and he muttered to himself: "It's impossible, Master, it's impossible. Yang Zhen's Dao essence can actually directly break through the disciple's defense. The disciple's Dao essence is like being completely defenseless in front of him. This... How is this possible?"

"What?"

Everyone present was surprised to hear Yuan Hao's words.

What does it mean to have no defense? In just a short breath of time, Yuan Hao could have died several times.

Is Yang Zhen’s Taoism so powerful?

But... where did the Dao essence come from? Was that breeze just now the Dao essence?

If that was all Dao essence, then everyone present had a stronger Dao essence than Yang Zhen. Everyone present, except Yuan Hao, had the confidence to smash the Dao essence of the breeze into pieces in an instant! However, just such a breeze not only made Yuan Hao vomit blood, but also made him doubt his life?

Thinking of this, everyone, including the old woman, was startled, with horror flashing in their eyes.

As everyone knows, Dao Yun is an undifferentiated force that can only be released or put away by the sword. I have never heard of any senior or powerful being able to use Dao Yun as a force at will. At most, it can form an existence similar to enlightenment, but it is just similar.

But if everyone guessed correctly, Yang Zhen just now might have broken through this category. He condensed the essence of Tao on Yuan Hao.

Thinking of this possibility, everyone felt that they might be crazy.

This is simply impossible! How powerful is Yang Zhen's Dao essence to be able to use it so freely?

Everyone was stunned. Except for the old woman and her four apprentices, the other old men had looks of surprise and doubt on their faces, and they all became expectant!

On the other side, the mean cat looked at Yang Zhen in shock, jumped three feet high, landed on Yang Zhen's head, grabbed Yang Zhen's hair, put his head in front of Yang Zhen, and exclaimed: "What did you say? Boy, what were you talking about just now? You condensed the Dao essence into a needle?"

Yang Zhen was stunned, pulled the cheap cat off, and said: "Why are you so excited? I just thought of this possibility by chance, so I tried it. Damn, in this case, I have to thank Yuan Hao. It turns out that Dao Yun can be used in this way!"

The cheap cat was hung in front of Yang Zhen by the neck. He didn't struggle. He swallowed and muttered to himself: "This is incredible. You actually condensed the Dao Essence into a needle and stabbed that kid's head directly?"

"Yeah, that guy's Dao Yun was completely defenseless in front of me."

The mean cat suddenly burst into laughter, and started rolling around on the ground. Yang Zhen grabbed the cat by the neck, and its whole fat body was almost twisted into a knot in mid-air. Yang Zhen was so scared that he threw it out.

"What's wrong with you?"

The mean cat ignored Yang Zhen's gaze and rolled on the ground for a long time until the master caught up with him. Then he panted and looked at Yang Zhen excitedly and said, "Boy, do you know what you just did unintentionally?"

Yang Zhen was stunned, and tried the forehead of the bastard, the Bitch Cat. After finding that the ice silk was cool, he breathed a sigh of relief and asked curiously: "What did I do?"

The mean cat glanced at the suspicious laugh and said in a deep voice: "You just did something that even the great saints couldn't do. This method of controlling the essence of the Tao had a name tens of thousands of years ago. What do you think it was called?"

"What's your name?"

Yang Zhen became interested and looked at the cheap cat with burning eyes.

Before today, Yang Zhen had never even heard of the means of controlling the Dao Essence, let alone being able to do it. It turns out that this thing has existed tens of thousands of years ago?

Why is it gone now? Is it another broken inheritance?

Just when Yang Zhen was lost in thought, the mean cat suddenly took a deep breath, and said with an excited yet serious expression, "Tens of thousands of years ago, this method was called... the Imperial Technique!"

There is no wrong version in the 1619 book forum!

"What the hell?" Yang Zhen was shocked. He stared at the cheap cat for a long time before he spoke: "I am not well educated. Don't lie to me. Is this really called the Emperor's Art? Is it something that only the Emperor can use?"

"Guaranteed genuine!" The mean cat tilted his neck to express his affirmation.

"this……"

Yang Zhen and his husband looked at each other and murmured to themselves, "Am I so awesome?"

The gentleman smiled bitterly and said, "Boy, the level you are now exposed to is much higher than mine."

Yang Zhen was very proud of himself, and Jianmao seemed to be even more proud than Yang Zhen. The two of them walked towards the Jushan City without caring about their relatives.

Two days later, the news that Yang Zhen could control Dao Yun was leaked by someone, and the entire Western Region was in an uproar.

"This is really great news. Yang Zhen can actually control the Dao Essence. It is said that Yuan Hao, the genius from the East China Sea, was stabbed by a Dao Essence needle from Yang Zhen and is still doubting his life now."

"I also heard about this matter. Yuan Hao deserves it. He wanted to become famous by stepping on Yang Zhen's shoulders. Who would have thought that this would happen? He almost became a fool."

"Have you heard that the Emperor Zhong has noticed Yang Zhen and seems to be a little interested in him? I'm afraid the Hong Dao Dojo will be bustling in a few days."

"Oh my god, is there such a thing?"

"What? Yang Zhen wants to debate with the Emperor? This... this is big news."

"But I heard that Yang Zhen had no intention of participating in the debate. Hey, fellow Taoist, listen to me... I didn't say that Yang Zhen was going to challenge the Emperor. This is bad. If this news gets out, it will be disastrous!"

"What? Yang Zhen wants to challenge the Emperor? Oh my god, this news is so shocking!"

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(End of this chapter)