Chapter 320 Going to Master Su's Boudoir?

woke up!

Yang Zhen woke up!

Seeing Yang Zhen open his eyes, everyone was surprised, even Su everyone subconsciously held Tianrou's hand, with a look of disbelief.

"Impossible, Yang Zhen woke up in less than a quarter of an hour, did he give up comprehending Yuntai?"

"Give up?" Tian Rou turned pale and shook her head: "No, Brother Yang Zhen is not someone who gives up so easily."

Seeing the firmness in Tianrou's eyes, everyone Su was stunned, and turned their heads to look in surprise.

Gan Bailin laughed loudly, and slapped his hands on the chopping board with a bang. Suddenly, a monstrous air burst out of the inscription, condensing in mid-air, and the forest map of Tiger Roaring Mountain became even more violent, and the air wave rushed towards Yang Zhen.

"It's only now that I think of resisting, it's too late!" Gan Bailin sneered, staring at Yang Zhen's eyes: "Let's not say that you only have the cultivation base of the empty period, even if you use your true energy to fight against the inscription of talent, you can't hold it. If you can resist it, you will lose!"

Gan Bailin yelled loudly, and his voice was sonorous: "Competition of talent, if you use something other than the inscription of talent, you will lose!"

Hearing this, everyone was shocked!

Gan Bailin has already finished painting, but Yang Zhen didn't even take a brush. At this time, anyone can only use his real energy to carry it hard, and there is no time to paint again!

And just like Gan Bailin said, once Yang Zhen used his true energy, Yang Zhen would have already lost in this competition!

Everyone looked at Yang Zhen in amazement. Everyone Su and Tianrou held their hands tighter and tighter. Although they didn't care much about the competition between Yang Zhen and Gan Bailin, at this moment, the competition between the two had obviously reached the end. Critical moment!

No one is optimistic about Yang Zhen!

In this case, Yang Zhen is almost certain to lose!

However, at this moment, Yang Zhen suddenly stood up, his clothes were fierce, and his momentum was majestic.

Seeing Yang Zhen's explosive momentum, everyone exclaimed and jumped.

"Who said..." There was a smile on the corner of Yang Zhen's mouth, watching the tiger howling in the mid-air, the terrifying tiger came alive, vicious and ferocious, and then said: "Who said that you must use real energy to fight against it?"

"What?" Gan Bailin was shocked and his expression became gloomy.

The next moment, Gan Bailin's face changed wildly, and he hissed: "No, this is impossible!"

Yang Zhen laughed, and as he waved his hand casually, a monstrous dark golden inscription burst out, and it became overwhelming in the blink of an eye. The dark golden inscription that covered the sky and the sun just paused in mid-air, and suddenly gathered in the mid-air in front of Yang Zhen come.

A figure dressed as a warrior gradually condensed, vivid and lifelike, just like a real person, only taller.

"The inscription of dark golden talent!" Everyone Su exclaimed, with an extremely rare loss of composure, with surprise and disbelief in his expression.

"What!" Everyone was taken aback, subconsciously took two steps back.

"Condensed into... people?"

"Impossible, how could the talent inscription condense into a primate human, this... this must not be the talent inscription!"

Tianrou's eyes suddenly burst into ecstasy, and she held Master Su's hand and said, "The talent of the stars, this is the talent of the stars, isn't it sister?"

Everyone Su looked blank, nodded subconsciously, and muttered to himself: "The talents of the stars, it took less than a quarter of an hour, and Yang Zhen actually comprehended the cloud platform, communicated with the sky, the earth and the stars, and mastered the talents of the stars. This... ...What kind of talent and good fortune is this?"

Amidst everyone's uncertain expressions, the bare-chested figure with the inscription in mid-air suddenly stared wide-eyed, shouted loudly, and swung his right hand, a long stick suddenly condensed out, and rushed towards the eye-catching white man who was rushing towards the mid-air. The tiger rushed away madly.

And the eye-catching white-fronted tiger, after seeing the middle-aged man condensed from the inscription of talent, unexpectedly showed a horrified expression, turned around and wanted to run!

"No!" Gan Bailin staggered back, looking in disbelief at the middle-aged man condensed from the dark golden talent inscription in midair, with a grim look on his face, he roared: "Impossible, how can someone paint out of thin air, you... What is your method?"

Yang Zhen glanced at the middle-aged man in the air, with a nostalgic look on his face, and muttered to himself: "Go, Wu Erlang!"

Roar--!

With a roar, Wu Erlang jumped up, riding on the eye-catching white-fronted tiger, and punched wildly, his movements were violent and chic, a lot of flamboyance!

Yang Zhen laughed loudly, and said: "So it is, so it is, this is the real talent inscription, the stars and the world, connecting the world!"

As he spoke, Yang Zhen glanced at Gan Bailin, with a half-smile expression on his face, and as he waved his hand casually, a big man with black hair and a black beard suddenly condensed in mid-air, his eyes widened and he roared angrily , deafening, also leaped forward, and rushed towards the eye-catching white-fronted tiger in mid-air.

Yang Zhen raised his eyebrows, and said to Gan Bailin: "Damn it, my brother Kui is here, this one is even more fierce, and he singled out a nest of tigers, come here, come here, you can draw a few more, or it won't be enough to fight! "

boom--!

Wu Erlang punched the white-fronted tiger with hanging eyes on the ass, the white-fronted tiger with hanging eyes howled, turned its head and mouthed, but was grabbed by the head by brother Kui, the big black man, rounded it and threw it towards Wu Erlang.

boom--!

Another two punches landed on the tiger with a white forehead, and the tiger with a white forehead suddenly let out a howl, and scattered in mid-air.

Yang Zhen was taken aback, turned his head to look at Gan Bailin, and said anxiously: "Oh shit, I'm sorry, the two buddies are too fierce, and they were killed by you accidentally, or...you can draw two more, Just two will do!"

A group of people around were dumbfounded. After hearing Yang Zhen's words, the corners of their mouths twitched.

Damn, can you be any more cheap?

Gan Bailin finally drew a white-fronted fierce tiger with eye-catching eyes, and he was exhausted to become a grandson. He was trampled to death by your two big men, but you are still not satisfied, and you want Gan Bailin to draw two more?

puff!

Gan Bailin spat out a mouthful of old blood, some of them were irritated by the shattered talent inscription, and most of them were irritated by Yang Zhen's cheap look.

"Yang Zhen, don't bully people too much!"

Yang Zhen curled his lips, with a bored expression on his face, turned around and walked down the platform, and said boringly: "Damn, didn't you dance very much just now, I thought you were ready to be ravaged, so it turns out that weak!"

So... so weak?

Gan Bailin was shaken all over, his face turned red, his expression turned ferocious, he let out a roar, as if he was insane, a ball of terrifying true energy burst out from his body, and rushed towards Yang Zhen amidst the roar.

"Young Master Yang, be careful!" Everyone Su exclaimed and hurriedly reminded Yang Zhen.

Yang Zhen blinked his eyes at Master Su, without turning his head, and while waving his hand casually, the eyes of the two big men who stood there in a daze suddenly burst into light, and rushed towards Gan Bailin.

"No, you... what are you going to do... ah!"

There were horrible screams, and the two big men swung their fists the size of sandbags, hitting Gan Bailin like a violent storm!

A moment later, Gan Bailin was lying on the ground like a dead dog, howling continuously, and couldn't even raise his head to stare at Yang Zhen.

Yang Zhenyao waved his hand at Gan Bailin, and said, "Brother, next time you pretend to be aggressive, look for someone. It's been so long, and you haven't noticed that this Sao Sheng actually doesn't take you seriously at all." , but you yelled from the sidelines on your own, aren't you tired?"

puff!

Gan Bailin spat out another mouthful of blood, tilted his head in a dull expression, his eyes were loose, and muttered to himself: "Impossible, impossible, I am the man of destiny, hahaha, I, Gan Bailin, am Gan Bailin!"

"No, Mr. Gan is crazy!"

"No, I'm not crazy. I, Gan Bailin, am the Son of Destiny. How could I be crazy? You... You troublemakers, don't you really want the emperor to go crazy?"

Everyone shook their heads, with regret on their faces, but no one showed a look of pity.

Master Su Yingying came to Yang Zhen, lowered his eyebrows in shame, then looked up at Yang Zhen and asked, "Young Master Yang, can you come and talk?"

What?

Hearing this, everyone was stunned, especially those male monks who were full of blood. Qiqi turned their eyes to Yang Zhen. If eyes could kill, Yang Zhen would have died hundreds of times by now!

give up?

Master Su actually invited Yang Zhen to her boudoir alone?