The six-star formation exploded with a loud bang, and clouds of mist rose up, enveloping everyone and making them lose their way.

The pale-faced scholar turned and ran, dodging Yang Zhen's fist while shouting, "Yang Zhen, you shameless man, it's a waste of resources to let you use the six-star array here, are you...are you a devil?"

The Thunder Sword flashed in Yang Zhen's hand, roaring like a thunder dragon, with lightning snakes everywhere, and with a bang, the pale-faced scholar was knocked down from mid-air.

"I picked up the six-star array disk with my own ability. I can use it wherever I want. It's none of your business. A dozen of you came to hunt me down. Are you trying to be more shameless than me?"

"You!" The pale-faced scholar's face turned pale. He was so angry that he spurted out a mouthful of blood and suddenly pressed his hands to the ground.

Boom! With a loud bang that shook the earth, the ground beneath Yang Zhen's feet suddenly exploded, and the air waves rolled, with sand and gravel all over the sky, which was extremely terrifying.

"If you want to kill me, then you can die too!"

A trace of hysteria flashed across the pale-faced scholar's face. He took a deep breath and stared at the place where the earth waves were flying.

“Go to hell!”

The pale-faced scholar made a "pooh" sound and staggered to his feet.

Yang Zhen's voice suddenly sounded from behind him, saying: "There is no grudge or hatred between us. Why would I kill you? I never intended to kill you."

Dang! A dull sound came from behind his head. The pale-faced scholar turned his head and felt that the back of his head was about to be shattered. Looking at the huge stone in Yang Zhen's hand, he said with an unbelievable anger: "You...shameless!"

Plop! The pale-faced scholar was lying on the ground, dead or not. He would have to wait for a while before waking up.

The other dozen or so Jindan stage warriors wailed and rushed in all directions. When they reached the edge of the formation, they were struck by thunder and became burnt on the outside and tender on the inside. Some of them even couldn't tell friend from foe and got beaten black and blue by their own people.

"Yang Zhen, get out here! You are so shameless for using formations to attack others. If you have the guts, come out and fight me fairly!"

Someone in the formation was roaring continuously, and what responded to him was a thunder dragon as thick as a bowl. With a loud bang, it foamed at the mouth and lay on the ground questioning its life.

More than a dozen Jindan stage cultivators were defeated one by one by Yang Zhen, and were all tied together and thrown into the center of the formation.

After the pale-faced scholar woke up, he shivered all over. When he opened his eyes, he saw a huge hairy belly in front of him. He screamed and stepped back, knocking over a group of people.

"Yang... Yang Zhen, you bastard, devil, what do you want to do?" The pale-faced scholar was really scared, and goose bumps appeared all over his body. More than a dozen people were tied up by Yang Zhen.

Yang Zhen was squatting not far away, fiddling with a bottle of medicinal powder that didn't look very serious.

"Oh, you're awake now. Don't you think it's a bit of a waste for me to waste a six-star array in such a remote place?"

Everyone's mouth twitched and they stared at Yang Zhen.

Damn, it's more than a waste, it's an extreme waste. After selling a six-star array disk, it is enough to exchange for five years or even longer of cultivation resources. Who would be willing to be a desperate person? Not only did Yang Zhen use the six-star array disk in such a remote place, he also spent countless precious resources to carve so many unstable small array disks and hang them on his body. This is simply...

This is simply insane.

A group of people were about to cry. If they had known that Yang Zhen was so terrifying, they would never have come to rob Yang Zhen even if they were beaten to death.

Now, not only was he caught by Yang Zhen, but his clothes were also stripped off and left hanging in the cold wilderness. How could this be called a tragedy?

Everyone stared at Yang Zhen fiercely without saying anything. Yang Zhen stood up suddenly and stared at everyone with a fierce look: "You don't want to say anything, right? I wonder what interesting things will happen if I sprinkle this bottle of powder on your heads?"

Hearing this, everyone subconsciously shrank back, looking at Yang Zhen in horror with pale faces.

"Is it a waste?" Yang Zhen shook the small bottle in his hand.

"No waste, no waste!" everyone answered hurriedly, staring at the bottle in Yang Zhen's hand, fearing that Yang Zhen would throw it at them if he got angry.

"Huh?" Yang Zhen was stunned: "You're not telling the truth, right?"

"What a waste!" everyone quickly changed their words.

Yang Zhen took the bottle back, squatted in front of the pale-faced scholar, and said with great sorrow: "Since it is a waste, I have to get something back from you, right? Do you have anything valuable?"

Don't you know if there are any valuable things? You have already turned over the clothes, how can there be any good things? The pale-faced scholar had the urge to roll his eyes, but he didn't dare. In front of this group of men, if Yang Zhen gave him that medicine powder, his image in this life would be ruined. It would be worse than death.

Yang Zhen patted the pale-faced scholar's face and said, "Don't be so nervous, your face is as red as a rainbow. How about this, if you tell me what martial arts you have, I can let you go. How about that?"

The pale-faced scholar frowned, obviously resisting this proposal.

"Isn't this a good idea?" Yang Zhen muttered to himself.

The pale-faced scholar was almost in tears with gratitude, martial arts skills are inherited from his master, how can they be easily passed on to others?

"It doesn't seem to be a good idea. If the martial arts techniques are leaked, your sect will probably punish you. This idea of ​​mine must be very difficult for you!"

The white-faced scholar and others nodded hurriedly. It was a blessing in disguise that Yang Zhen did not reveal his martial arts skills. No one had expected that Yang Zhen had such an understanding side.

Yang Zhen looked at the nodding people and said, "I hate to force people to do things. How about this? I won't make things difficult for you. Let's make it a voluntary principle. Whoever wants to speak can speak. As for the last two who don't want to speak voluntarily, just take my powder."

Everyone: “…”

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"I'll give you ten counts to think about it!" Yang Zhen stretched out his fingers: "One, two, ten, time's up!"

Damn it! The pale-faced scholar's face changed, and he said hurriedly: "I, I, I, I will tell you..."

"Pale-faced scholar, you have no moral principles!"

"I also said..."

"I said, choose me, choose me. I have the method of alchemy. It is a notebook of the experience of the alchemy master. I have memorized it all in my mind."

"I have a heavenly martial arts skill, choose me, choose me..."

A group of people rushed to speak, fearing that if they spoke too slowly, Yang Zhen would feed them medicine, because everyone knew that Yang Zhen was capable of doing such a shameless thing.

…

Half an hour later, Yang Zhenxin left the place with great satisfaction.

"Yang Zhen, you don't keep your word, let us go... mmm..." The pale-faced scholar was halfway through yelling when a group of people behind him covered his mouth. They looked at Yang Zhen who was walking away with horror on their faces.

Yang Zhen paused and said, "If you hadn't told me, I would have almost forgotten it!"

As he spoke, Yang Zhen threw a small bottle casually, and it drew a beautiful arc under the horrified gazes of more than a dozen Jindan stage cultivators and landed above their heads.

A dozen people looked up with shock on their faces, their mouths wide open and expressions of horror.

Pah! The bottle broke, and a cloud of pink powder sprayed all over everyone.

Not long after, a strange sound was heard from the six-star formation.

"Yang Zhen! You devil!"

On a hilltop not far from the valley, two slovenly old men stared at the whole process in amazement. One of the bald old men said angrily, "How ridiculous! This guy is too shameless, too shameless!"

An old man with curly hair nearby said, "You are old, you have seen a lot. It is very common for you to fail to seize the treasure and end up being robbed instead. I think this little guy is a bit interesting."

The bald old man glanced at the curly-haired old man and said, "Besides making pills, what else do you find interesting?"

The curly-haired old man exclaimed, "Hurry, hurry, hurry, follow him, this little guy has something good on him."

(End of this chapter)