Yang Zhen looked at the seven strong men who had descended from the sky. He didn't recognize any of them, but Yang Zhen loved making friends. He grinned and said, "Hello!"

The seven Zhoutian-level masters were all quite old, and they obviously did not think that Yang Zhen was greeting them in a friendly way. One of the old men in red glanced at the seriously injured Wan Quan, snorted coldly and asked, "Master Wan, why are you in such a mess?"

Wan Quan's face flashed with a trace of embarrassment, and he pointed at Yang Zhen and said, "Elder Ma, this kid in front of us should not be underestimated. Everyone, kill him for me."

The red-clothed old man called Elder Ma had a look of disdain on his face. He looked at Yang Zhen and said, "He's just a kid in the Zhoutian period, a disciple of a holy land who got out of nowhere. There's no need to mobilize so many troops. Sect Leader Wan, if you can't give us a satisfactory explanation today, you should know the consequences."

It was obvious that everyone who came this time, including Elder Ma in red, did not take Yang Zhen seriously.

A Zhoutian-level disciple of the 'holy land' could kill the leader of a small sect like Wanquan in just a few minutes, but facing a Zhoutian-level disciple, even an older generation Zhoutian-level disciple would not be able to deal with him.

Wan Quan actually asked seven Zhoutian period experts to come, which seemed absurd to the extreme in the eyes of everyone. If there was no perfect explanation, even if Yang Zhen did not kill Wan Quan, Wan Quan would not be able to see the moon tonight alive.

Seeing the aura of the seven Zhoutian period masters, everyone around them felt as if they were a cicada in fear. They watched the development of the situation in astonishment and did not even dare to breathe.

Seven Zhoutian period strong men. Although no one knows where they came from, just these seven people are enough to walk across the Youzhou Continent several times.

Who dares to offend such an existence?

Gou Shengtian's face was pale, but Yang Zhen was really surprised. The old man's hand holding the sword began to tremble, and his veins were exposed. It was obvious that he was ready to fight to the death. He came to Yang Zhen and protected Yang Zhen by his side.

What a nice old man, why does he have to pretend to be strict and not allow strangers to enter? Yang Chen and Li Ruxue stood motionless behind Gou Shengtian, holding long swords, with sharp eyes, especially Yang Chen, whose eyes were full of excitement.

How can you get excited at a time like this?

You are worthy of being the one that this saint has chosen!

Yang Zhen grinned at Yang Chen, almost making the child cry with excitement.

Everyone around was holding their breath, with looks of astonishment on their faces. The whole, no, the whole half of Baiyun Mountain was silent. There was only the gentle sound of the wind, which made people feel like they were bathed in the spring breeze and had a chill on their backs.

At this time, Wan Quan suddenly pointed at Yang Zhen and said, "Elder Ma, Yang Zhen is not a disciple of any holy land. He is just a disciple of Shangyuan Sect. He actually possesses the power of momentum, and he is already a Zhoutian period expert at such a young age. Obviously, he has gained a lot of opportunities during this period. I even suspect that he may have the inheritance of a great saint."

The Great Sage's inheritance? After hearing that Yang Zhen was just a disciple of Shangyuan Sect, the seven Zhoutian period masters present all changed their expressions and looked at Yang Zhen in surprise.

Yang Zhen's face still looked calm and composed, as he maintained the posture of greeting the seven Zhoutian period powerhouses.

Elder Ma in red came up to Yang Zhen, frowned and said, "Boy, are you really a disciple of Shangyuan Sect?"

Hearing the red-clothed elder Ma asking this question, Yang Zhen understood that people like Elder Ma knew about Shangyuan Sect.

It is true that the Shijian Sect and the Shangyuan Sect have always been at odds with each other. Since the Shijian Sect joined them, they naturally had heard of the Shangyuan Sect.

Yang Zhen nodded and asked curiously, "Which holy land are you from?"

The red-robed elder laughed loudly and said, "Boy, you don't need to know which holy land we came from. How about this, you tell us the inheritance on your body and the method of understanding the power of the power, and we can forgive you for your disrespect to us. How do you do that?"

Hearing this, Gou Shengtian next to him hesitated to speak. Although it was a pity, as long as Yang Zhen gave the things to these people, he could at least save their lives.

Yang Zhen nodded and said, "Okay, that's a good idea."

A look of surprise flashed across the face of Red-clothed Elder Ma. He obviously didn't expect Yang Zhen to be so easy to talk to. But he soon realized that there were seven Zhoutian-level warriors on his side, while Yang Zhen from Shangyuan Sect was the only one who could barely fight against them.

He who knows the times will live longer, this truth is true everywhere.

However, before the smile on the face of the red-clothed elder Ma bloomed, Yang Zhen stretched out his hand and continued, "Take out everything you have now, and I can forgive you and give you a way out. After all, it's not easy to just get out of the ground."

Hearing this, everyone around gasped and looked at Yang Zhen in shock and confusion.

The smile on the face of the red-clothed elder Ma gradually faded. His old face was pulled like a horse's face. He stared at Yang Zhen, his eyes flashing with anger and shame. He said word by word: "Boy, are you kidding me?"

Yang Zhen nodded and said, "You're right, old bastard!"

Wow! Everyone was stunned by Yang Zhen's words.

As a Zhoutian-stage cultivator, Yang Zhen actually scolded Elder Ma in red, who was also a Zhoutian-stage warrior, in front of six Zhoutian-stage warriors?

Moreover, the curse was so clear and crisp, without any hesitation. It was obvious that this was not the first time Yang Zhen had done this.

Boom! As expected, the red-clothed elder Ma flew into a rage, and a red wave of fire suddenly burned on his body. The flames were raging, and his momentum suddenly increased to the extreme: "Boy, I want to see where you get such confidence. How dare you bump into me like this? Go ahead, take this kid down, I will make him taste the bitterness of the world."

Boom boom boom! The seven Zhou Tian period masters suddenly burst out with waves of energy, scaring everyone so much that they screamed and retreated desperately.

Who could have thought that a Zhoutian-level warrior would play by his own rules, and that seven of them would fight against Yang Zhen alone, and that they would capture Yang Zhen alive? Elder Ma in red had a sarcastic look on his face, and he obviously sneered at things like the morality of the martial arts world.

Why bother dealing with problems one-on-one when they can be solved quickly?

"You old shameless people, are you bullying the few with your numbers? Believe it or not, I'm going to call for help."

Yang Zhen stepped back with lingering fear, the expression of shock on his face clearly visible.

Obviously, Elder Ma in red and the others liked this feeling very much. They laughed at Yang Zhen and said teasingly, "Boy, just scream. Even if you scream until your throat hurts, is there anyone in the entire Youzhou Continent who can save your life in this situation?"

Yang Zhen's eyes almost popped out, and he suspected that the old man was driving, but he had no evidence.

Gou Shengtian on the side was almost getting anxious, and was about to rush forward with a sword in his hand to fight, but suddenly he was stunned and saw Yang Zhen's half-smile. For some reason, he suddenly felt relieved.

It is this kind of smile. Once Yang Zhen shows this kind of smile, someone will be in trouble.

Gou Shengtian looked at Elder Ma in red with a strange expression, his face changed drastically, and he approached Yang Zhen and said, "Boy, I remember that a holy land suddenly appeared in Youzhou Continent recently. It seems to be the Daquan Holy Land. It is very powerful. There are more than a dozen Zhoutian-level masters under its sect, and their style of doing things is very cruel. You...you should leave Shangyuan Sect."

Daquan Holy Land?

When Yang Zhen heard this name, he was stunned. He had never heard of it before.

Seeing that Elder Ma in red and the others were about to rush over, he had a half-smile on his face and shouted, "Wait a minute!"

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Elder Ma in red and the others did not seem to be in a hurry. Perhaps they enjoyed the feeling of being in control of the overall situation. They looked down at Yang Zhen and said, "Boy, a man of insight is a wise man. Now that you have figured it out, hand over your inheritance quickly. If we are happy, we may be able to spare your life and give you a hope of revenge."

Yang Zhen nodded. This was a standard villain, really standard.

Seeing these people, Yang Zhen even felt a little reluctant to kill them all.

Such an interesting soul is a little hard to find.

Yang Zhen looked at Elder Ma in red with a weak expression and said, "I don't care about inheritance or not. Are you sure you want seven of you to bully a junior like me today?"

Elder Ma in red frowned, stared at Yang Zhen and said, "Boy, my patience is limited. You only have one chance!"

Yang Zhen took a deep breath and said, "That is to say, you really want seven old men to bully a junior like me."

"Asshole!"

Among the seven people, an old man with a bad temper pointed his sword and shouted angrily: "Boy, you talk too much."

Yang Zhen laughed loudly and said, "Damn it, this slutty saint rarely talks anymore. Wait a minute, don't leave. See if I can talk to you for three days and three nights without sleeping."

"you……"

The grumpy old man showed an angry look on his face, and rushed towards Yang Zhen fiercely, with waves of energy rolling from his body, which made everyone tremble with fear.

However, Yang Zhen's face no longer had any fear. Instead, he looked up at the clouds in the sky, grinned, and said, "You guys, are you addicted to watching the show? So many old guys are bullying me, why don't we bully them too?"

What…what? Hearing Yang Zhen's words, the grumpy old man suddenly stopped in mid-air. Apparently he was used to being cautious. He pointed his sword at the clouds in the air and shouted in a deep voice, "Who is it?"

Is there someone in the clouds? Seeing this, everyone subconsciously raised their heads to look up into the sky.

In the air, the misty air waves rolled and surged like waves in the vast ocean, making it impossible to see the situation above clearly.

As soon as the grumpy old man finished speaking, a sarcastic voice came: "Boy, are you going to reveal your cards to these few inferior guys?"

When they heard the sound coming from the clouds, everyone present was shocked.

What kind of cultivation level could allow him to hide in the air for so long without being discovered?

It would be fine if no one noticed it, but none of the seven Zhoutian period experts noticed it?

Everyone looked towards the grumpy old man. His face changed and he flew back to Elder Ma in red and the others with a whoosh, staring at the clouds in the sky with a vigilant look on his face.

A group of people walked out slowly, especially Jianmao and Saoji, who were able to walk in the air without recognizing any relatives, which made Yang Zhen envious.

This is the correct way to appear.

When everyone was in doubt, the red-robed elder and others changed their expressions and exclaimed, "Astronomical Period!"

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh…

The seven Zhoutian-level warriors all ran away in the blink of an eye, leaving only the barely alive Wan Quan, staring blankly at the seven Zhoutian-level warriors who were about to disappear, with a look of confusion on his face.

(End of this chapter)