Chapter 1382 Arrange a Room for Mr. Yang in the West Palace

A body-refining cultivator in the Holy Realm?

Yang Zhen was taken aback for a moment, his eyes suddenly lit up.

For such a long time, it was the first time that Yang Zhen heard that a body-refining cultivator was able to cultivate to the realm of the Holy One.

Seeing the expression on Yang Zhen's face, everyone was taken aback.

Mr. Guo hesitated for a moment, then asked, "Little friend Yang also knows how to train body?"

Yang Zhen nodded and said, "Know a thing or two."

The young man next to Mr. Guo showed hunger on his face, and said in a strange way: "Yeah, Yang Tianxiu was able to fight Chen Xiaotian for three days and three nights, so he must be very powerful in body training, maybe he can really help us snatch the chance to be on the top of Xiyuan Mountain. "

Yang Zhen took a look at this eccentric guy, narrowed his eyes, and said, "What's the name of this fellow Taoist?"

"I am not a talented person, so my surname is Guang, and my name is Guangchengzi."

"Oh, orange, I didn't ask you if it's expensive. No matter how expensive it is, it's just an orange. What kind of dance do you dance?"

Yang Zhen pouted, looking at Guangchengzi like a fool.

"you……"

Guang Chengzi's face was livid, and a wave of violent air exploded from his body. Suddenly, his breath exploded like a sea, covering the entire hall in the blink of an eye.

"Yang Tianxiu, it seems that you are very confident in your own strength. Otherwise, let's compare. Although I, Guangchengzi, dare not say that I can fight Chen Xiaotian for three days and three nights, I want to crush a holy monk like you to death." , is still easy.”

Seeing this scene, no one spoke.

Mr. Guo frowned, but he didn't stop Guang Chengzi, apparently he also wanted to find out about Yang Zhen.

A trace of displeasure appeared on Lin Ruochu's face, but he did not speak.

At the level of everyone's strength, it is no longer easy to see a person clearly.

Although Yang Zhen is a monk in the holy realm, no one can tell how strong he is in frontal combat without fighting.

Seeing the astonished expression on Yang Zhen's face, Guang Chengzi walked towards Yang Zhen step by step, with a half-smile expression on his face, and asked, "How?"

Yang Zhen shook his head and said, "It's okay, I'm here to eat, not to fight, so what..."

Speaking of this, Yang Zhen turned his head to look at Lin Ruochu, and asked, "Miss sister, do you have any food here? How about I give it to you?"

Lin Ruochu glared at Yang Zhen and said, "Now is not the time to eat."

"oh!"

Yang Zhen nodded and said: "Then let's talk about it later, since I'm fine, I'll go back and rest first."

Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, but they didn't expect Yang Zhen to leave without looking back.

No, back.

When he was about to go out, Yang Zhen stopped suddenly, turned to look at Lin Ruochu and asked, "Where do I live?"

Lin Ruochu clapped his hands, and immediately two young women came out.

"Saint!"

The two women greeted Lin Ruochu and stood aside respectfully waiting for orders.

Lin Ruochu glanced at Yang Zhen and said, "Arrange a room for Mr. Yang in the West Palace."

"yes!"

"What?" Guang Chengzi suddenly exclaimed, pointed at Yang Zhen and said, "Ruochu, you...you want to arrange Yang Tianxiu in the West Palace?"

Ouch!

Yang Zhen's eyes lit up, it seems that this West Palace is very remarkable, looking at Guang Chengzi's face, he is almost turning into a pig's liver.

Lin Ruochu glanced at Guangchengzi and asked, "Is there any problem?"

"Of course!" Guang Chengzi hurriedly said: "The West Palace is where you live. This kid's origin is unknown, and he's talking rumors. What if he has evil intentions and plots against you..."

"Do you think I'm afraid?"

Lin Ruochu glanced at Yang Zhen indifferently, turned around and walked out, and said, "Just do as I say!"

Done!

The saint has said so, who dares to object?

Guang Chengzi looked at Yang Zhen with a gloomy and uncertain expression, making Yang Zhen want to stick his tongue out at this shriveled brat.

Damn it, if Ben Sao Sheng hadn't pretended to be sealed in his dantian, he would have put you down a long time ago, you little boy.

Bah, bah, bah, I'm going to beat you to the ground, you little asshole.

For the next two days, Yang Zhen had nothing to do except eat and sleep, like a pig, if he hadn't appeared in front of Lin Ruochu every day, everyone would have forgotten him.

In the evening of the second day, Yang Zhen finally figured out what was going on with the competition.

It turns out that the Western Regions Alliance, which is said to be impenetrable, is not monolithic.

If there are too many people, there will be too many things to do. Not to mention people eating horses, Xishan is so big that it is difficult to arrange the division of labor among the responsible areas.

This big competition is to compete for the guard area on the top of Xiyuan Mountain.

After all, the top of Xiyuan Mountain is the most likely place where the wild treasure will appear, and it is the object of countless people scrambling for it.

Lin Ruochu's side has already reached the level of competing for the top of Xiyuan Mountain, but the other side is strong and strong. There are more than ten monks in the realm of the Holy Lord alone, and there is even a body-refining monk who has reached the terrifying level of the Holy Lord. .

It is difficult for a body-refining cultivator to be understood without training.

Of course, this bastard Yang Zhen is an exception, his body forging method is much simpler than others' qi training method.

The body-refining monk Yang Zhen also belonged to the family 500,000 years ago, and his surname was Yang, and his name was Yang Tiehe. He was a strong young man like a man on a horse.

Yang Zhen and Yang Tiehe had met each other from a distance, even if he was in front of Yang Tiehe's iron pillar, he might have to look up.

Such a terrifying strong man is almost invincible among the monks in the holy state.

At the same level, Qi training monks can't beat body training monks, let alone the powerful realm of Saint Venerable Realm.

The terrifying power erupted from the realm of the Holy Venerable, using the violent martial arts between heaven and earth, fell on the body-refining cultivator in the realm of the Holy Venerable. Although it can't be said to be the same as scratching an itch, it can't cause too much pressure.

It can be said that under the rampage, Yang Tiehe could ignore the danger of injury and directly hammer the monks who are also in the realm of the saint into meatloaf.

scary right?

There is no harm without comparison.

In this comparison, Yang Zhen realized that he was so awesome, no wonder the monks who hammered the realm of the Holy Lord seemed to be playing.

As a result, Yang Zhen became slightly interested in Yang Tiezhu, bah, Yang Tiehe.

What an amazing guy, ruthless man!

That night, the bonfire was raging, and Yang Zhen and others, led by Lin Ruochu, came to the top of Xiyuan Mountain.

Yang Zhenzhen and Jianmao were roasting the leg of lamb when they heard an exclamation, followed by Guangchengzi's voice.

"No, I don't agree!"

Yang Zhen and Jianmao looked at each other, and looked at Guangchengzi curiously.

An anxious look appeared on Guang Chengzi's face, and he said: "Then Yang Tiehe is simply a lunatic, he doesn't know how to be compassionate and cherish jade at all, what if you are injured by him in repeated battles?"

Lin Ruochu looked indifferent, standing by the bonfire, his face alternated between light and dark, and said in a calm voice: "Then what do you think?"

"I……"

Guang Chengzi gritted his teeth and said, "Leave this Yang Tiehe to me."

"you?"

Lin Ruochu looked at Guang Chengzi and asked, "You...you can't!"

Guangchengzi smiled wryly, and said: "Of course I know that I can't make it, but there is no other way. Only I can fight against this Yang Tiehe, the sage here. Even if we win two games in a row, it doesn’t matter if we lose this one.”

"Oh, Tian Ji is racing horses." Yang Zhen looked over there with interest.

The cheap cat showed a curious look on his face, and asked, "Boy, can this frog still race horses? Is there any allusion?"

boom--!

An earth-shattering sound came, startling everyone.

Yang Zhen almost threw out the leg of lamb in his hand, looked in the direction of the source of the sound, and was taken aback.

A huge beast with a height of ten meters was thrown to the ground by an iron man with a height of two meters.

Yang Zhen looked at the leg of lamb in his hand, and then at the huge leg of the beast, he was suddenly bored.