Chapter 1082: 3 Mountain Debates! What's the Background?

The sound of the earth shaking and the mountains shaking lasted for nearly a cup of tea before it gradually calmed down. At this time, the entire teahouse was empty, and those who stayed here were all monks above the eighth heaven in the astronomical period, and more It is the practice of a half-step sage.

Whether it is a monk in the Tianxiang stage or a half-step sage, they are all silent at this moment, and they dare not breathe out.

The face of the waiter in the teahouse also became extremely cautious, and his movements were slow. No matter what he was busy with, he immediately stopped and stood aside respectfully waiting.

People are coming, and many people are coming.

Yang Zhen and Han Yan'er looked at each other, quietly stuffed the curious cat into their clothes, and picked up the teacup to sip the tea.

From so far away, Yang Zhen could feel a horrible aura rushing toward his face, and judging from the reactions of the people in the teahouse, these people should be coming for the teahouse.

Until the first person steps up the first flight of stairs, everyone's heart seems to have missed half a beat.

Yang Zhen kept his eyes on his nose, his nose and his heart, and slowly drank his tea, but from the corner of his eye, he was thinking about looking at the stairs.

A young woman came up, with a pretty face, if not for the scarf on her face, she might not be worse than Han Yan'er's face at all.

There were three long swords floating behind the woman, each of which exuded the aura of holy soldiers, and Yang Zhen was dumbfounded when he saw it.

Such a handsome dress, so handsome, how did this woman let the three holy swords float behind her back, like a peacock spreading its tail?

The first long sword is blood red, the second long sword is cold, and the third long sword is like fire.

The woman's face was frosty. After boarding the teahouse, she glanced around, set her eyes on an empty seat by the window, and walked over.

Behind the young woman, followed by two old men, both of whom were in the holy realm. They looked senile and kept their eyes fixed on each other, like two puppets, but their aura made one's hair stand on end.

Yang Zhen didn't notice the two old men immediately, just like a young woman followed by two long swords. From this, it can be seen how terrifying these two holy men are.

"Haven't they come yet?" The young woman frowned, looking at the sunset outside the window and asked.

As soon as the woman opened her mouth, Chu Liuhua couldn't help but tremble, with a fascinated look on her face.

Yang Zhen looked in surprise, most of the men around had such expressions on their faces, and hurriedly followed suit, looking at the young woman obsessively, almost drooling at the corners of their mouths.

The young woman seemed to have noticed the movement around her, and turned to look at Yang Zhen, but she just glanced at it and stopped paying attention.

This glance almost made Yang Zhen suffocate, such sharp eyes.

Yang Zhen really doesn't like this kind of woman, she is cold as if the whole world has bad intentions for her, and she rejects her thousands of miles away.

Isn't such a person afraid of being alone forever?

It's just that she is unfamiliar with the place, and the woman didn't take the initiative to provoke Yang Zhen, and Yang Zhen didn't bother to argue with her, so he drank tea slowly and waited for the development of the matter.

The two holy men behind the young woman stood behind the woman like two wooden stakes, and one of the old women said: "Dongxuan is thirty-six, Xiqi is fifty-two, people are here, but it's a little ridiculous , as if waiting for someone."

The old woman said inexplicable words, which made a group of people confused.

Yang Zhenxin was moved, Dongxuan thirty-six, Xiqi fifty-two, these are two directions, and these two directions do have the aura of a strong man in the holy realm.

What is the origin of these people?

"Three Mountains Holy Land will discuss martial arts in the teahouse every half a month. When they talk, they don't like people making noises next to them. So from now on, you can just listen to the sermon and remember not to make noises."

A voice came into Yang Zhen's ears, and Han Yan'er next to her was also taken aback, apparently also heard the voice.

Yang Zhen looked at Chu Liuhua next to him. Chu Liuhua was deaf and stared at the ceiling, as if the ceiling was his wife.

Although he didn't know what the Holy Land of Three Mountains was, Yang Zhen finally understood that the people in front of him seemed to have some kind of special hobby. They always liked to debate and discuss martial arts in crowded places. Some people with low cultivation had no chance to listen. , but for a person with a good cultivation base, it is a rare fortune.

Chu Liuhua seemed to be addicted to sound transmission. After seeing that Yang Zhen didn't respond, he continued: "On weekdays, some powerful people in the holy realm come to argue, but this time the saint of Qingquan came, brother, you are so angry! There is really no luck."

A look of curiosity flashed across Yang Zhen's face, and just as he was about to send a voice to ask, a gaze pierced like a sharp knife, which made Chu Liuhua's face burst into cold sweat instantly.

It was the old man behind Qingquan Saintess who looked over. He just glanced at him, but he felt suppressed by Tianwei. With Yang Zhen's current state, he felt suffocated, not to mention Chu Liuhua.

The old man seemed to feel that Yang Zhen hadn't been greatly affected, so he couldn't help but take another look, and it was just one more look.

Chu Liuhua didn't dare to speak any more, his eyes looked at the beam above his head with deep affection.

Yang Zhen took a deep breath, and began to wait quietly, arguing that it wouldn't hurt to listen more to this kind of thing.

At this moment, a hearty laugh came: "I didn't expect that it was the Qingquan saintess who came this time. It seems that the Sanhua saintess appeared in Qianyuanling, and the impact on the spring mountain holy land is not trivial."

No matter from which direction, this hearty voice is like a spring breeze, even if you only hear his voice but don't see him, Yang Zhen can tell that the person who came this time must be a young and handsome guy.

Sure enough, like a blue bird, a figure flashed from the window of the tea house and landed beside the Qingquan Saintess.

This is a young man with a slender figure and a handsome appearance. In terms of handsomeness, he almost catches up with Yang Zhen.

Of course, Yang Zhen has never liked to talk about his appearance in Yushu Linfeng, he is a person who pays attention to connotation.

This handsome guy looks so handsome that he can fascinate thousands of girls, he is only a little worse than Yang Zhen who can fascinate millions of girls, but in terms of connotation, Yang Zhen thinks he is far behind, at least Yang Zhen will not Instead of going up the stairs, I had to jump out of the window.

There was a look of surprise on the face of Qingquan Saintess, with a vague smile in her eyes, she looked at the young man and said: "Even if Qingchen Shengzi from the Chenshan Holy Land has retreated, how can Qingquan come out?" If nothing happened?"

Qingquan Saintess, as her name suggests, speaks like Qingquan dingdong, but there is a hint of chill in late autumn, which makes people feel refreshed, but also a little cold.

The two looked at each other and smiled, while looking out the window.

Holy Son Qingchen chuckled, and said, "Seniors, since you're here, why don't you show up and see?"

When everyone's hearts were shocked, a cold snort came: "The Great Sage Wuhua came to Qianyuan Mountain, and he is very likely to become a distinguished guest of the Yaoguang Holy Land. You two, why don't we take a break from this debate today and go to pay a visit to Wuhua?" How about Hua Dasheng?"

Yang Zhen was taken aback for a moment, and subconsciously said: "Senior, do you know where the Great Sage Wuhua is?"

Hearing Yang Zhen's question, the teahouse became completely silent almost instantly.

Chu Liuhua's face suddenly turned pale, and he hurriedly hid to the side.

Qingchen Shengzi turned around slowly, with a playful look on his face, while Qingquan Shengnv let out a light sigh, and turned her eyes to Yang Zhen curiously.

Yang Zhen: "..."

Damn it, Ben Sao Sheng just asked a question, so it shouldn't be a reaction that stabbed the sky, right?

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