Chapter 437 How About It? Can You Wear the Shirt?

Yang Zhen wants to hang everything!

The cheap cat came out to refute the rumors, Yang Zhen didn't want to hang Megatron and sweep everything, Yang Zhen simply looked down on Megatron, once Sun Chuantian came out, Megatron couldn't fly at all!

This news seemed to have wings, centered on the next teahouse on Mochi Peak, and radiated wildly in all directions of Beiyu, flying all over the sky at the fastest speed.

It didn't take long for Yang Zhen to be rated as the most arrogant person in Beiyu for tens of thousands of years by everyone, not one of them.

It is said that after Liang Lie heard the news, he burst out laughing, broke three cups, kicked two stools, overturned a table, and knocked over the healing medicine he had found on the table, which was priceless. The sacred treasure of healing was scattered all over the floor, and the distressed Liang Lie almost lay down on the ground and licked it with his tongue.

In a fit of anger, the injury got worse, and his face was ashen for a whole day.

Lin Shengzi was not very angry, but his eyes were dull. After sitting for a long time, he finally just sighed and said slowly: "This Yang Zhen is really arrogant. I am not as good as this Shengzi, but he is dead... "

An uproar, a huge uproar!

Lin Shengzi publicly wanted Yang Zhen's life for the first time. This man, known as Lin Crazy, was obviously stimulated by Yang Zhen.

More and more people began to gather towards Beiyu, and there were still two days before the aircraft competition, You Yan said again: "If you support Yang Zhen, you will definitely protect Yang Zhen, defend Yang Zhen, and break the Dazong gate The tradition of winning the first place has made Yang Zhen overcome all obstacles and become a hero!"

As soon as these words came out, it caused a huge commotion again. Now the size of the "Yang Zhen Dao Guard Team" is almost the largest force in the entire aircraft competition.

All of a sudden, the situation changed, and everyone was waiting for Yang Zhen to appear, and they were even more curious about what kind of aircraft Yang Zhen would fly to participate in this almost fatal aircraft competition.

Beiyu, in an extremely ordinary sect, on the top of a mountain, stood a woman in a white skirt with fluttering skirts.

This woman's figure is curvy, her skin is creamy, her delicate facial features reveal a trace of a clear expression, her nearly perfect jade face seems to be outlined by a stroke of genius, and each long eyelash seems to be able to speak.

Qiong's nose is as clear as jade, and the small mouth of Tantan is full of stubbornness. They are pressed together lightly, vermilion as red and pink as red.

This is a beautiful young woman, as clear and beautiful as an ink painting between heaven and earth, elegant yet beautiful.

Saintess of the Ancient Spirit Tribe, Qianling!

The Qianling Saintess didn't know what she was thinking at this time, a faint smile suddenly floated across her face, the breeze blew across her face, and wherever her eyes looked, a piece of vitality became brighter.

"Saint, the person you asked me to inquire about... has spoken!"

Behind the Holy Maiden of Thousand Spirits, a young disciple who protects the Dao respectfully said.

"What are you saying?" The Holy Maiden of Thousand Spirits turned her head slowly, opened her mouth lightly, her voice was like the sound of nature, and there were almost no shortcomings, which was the greatest characteristic of the Holy Maiden of Thousand Spirits.

The female Taoist disciple paused, and said hesitantly: "Then Yang Zhen seems to be a little arrogant, he... even threatened to hang and beat all the contestants. You must know that this time the flying machine is different from the past. Clan and Mystic Clan..."

"Qianyue!" The Holy Maiden of Qianling shook her head, took a deep look at Qianyue, and said, "At any time, don't just look at the world and things from the surface. Before you see the essence, it is wrong to make any judgments. !"

The female guardian disciple known as Qianyue froze, lowered her eyes and said, "Yes, saint!"

At this point, Qianyue hesitated to speak, and Qianling Shengnv smiled, as if she had insight into everything, and asked, "You want to ask me why I pay so much attention to Yang Zhen?"

Qianyue nodded hurriedly when she heard the words.

Yang Zhen is just a young man with some luck in the great world, how can he get the attention of the saintess of the ancient clan, no matter how talented he is.

The Holy Maiden of Thousand Spirits cast her eyes into the distance, and said slowly: "The reason why I pay attention to him is because after hearing about him, I suddenly remembered a legend."

"A legend?" Qian Yue asked curiously, "What legend?"

"A character who can rebel against the heavens in the midst of the great calamity of the heavens and the earth!"

"It's him!" Qianyue exclaimed, her expression suddenly turned pale, and she hurriedly looked up, her face even more ugly.

Boom——!

Suddenly, a berserk dark cloud gathered in the air, and the thunder rolled up and down, like a mad dragon shining through the world.

The celestial phenomenon didn't last for too long, it disappeared in the blink of an eye, but Qianyue's face did not recover for a long time.

The Qianling Saintess looked up and muttered to herself: "In this world, is he the only one who can stand upright?"

"Saint!" Qianyue whispered, "Too many words will lead to failure!"

The Qianling Saintess smiled and walked away from the top of the mountain with lotus steps, and a faint voice came: "I know!"

...

The aircraft competition has attracted much attention, and this day will come soon.

Countless people are surrounded by a huge canyon in the depths of an endless mountain. There are monks everywhere, from the Nascent Soul stage to the Tribulation Stage, and there are even a few monks with stronger auras, all of them are calm. , sit in place.

The huge endless canyon is the venue for the aircraft competition. Except for the overwhelming dead insects, it covers almost all the terrain of the abyss.

Everyone was staring at the huge canyon with excited expressions on their faces.

Every year, the aircraft competition attracts much attention, and now there are many ancient and mysterious races participating, and almost everyone has an excited look on their faces.

At this moment, there was a buzzing sound, followed by a long cry that pierced gold and cracked rocks. A huge strange bird was born out of thin air, and flew into the midair of the canyon at an extremely violent speed.

boom--!

The fifteen-foot-tall bird exploded with aura, flying sand and rocks, and was extremely fierce, especially its eyes were fierce, its sharp wings were shining brightly, and its sharp claws made everyone's hair stand on end.

"It's Megatron!"

In the crowd, someone yelled, which immediately caused a frenzy.

Everyone was shocked, enveloped by the terrifying aura in mid-air, and looked at Megatron in horror.

"As expected of Megatron, with such an aura, almost no one dares to approach them!"

"This...with Megatron here, who dares to go up into the sky!"

"That's not necessarily true. Although other aircraft are not so powerful, it is estimated that many forces have secretly prepared methods against Megatron."

"So what, Megatron, an aircraft that surpasses the refining level, is he afraid of being targeted?"

Amidst the discussion among the crowd, many aircrafts took off one after another. Among them, Lightning Shuttle and Mofeng two aircrafts were quite satisfactory, but they were also dazzling. They were suspended in mid-air, quietly watching the terrifying Megatron in mid-air.

boom--!

Another earth-shattering sound came, and a small flying swan lifted into the sky. Although it was only three feet in size, it gave off an extremely violent and sinister aura.

"This... what is this?"

"Breath, the breath on this aircraft, my God, is it all dead sunflower vines?"

"This is impossible. Where can we find so many dead sunflower vines? If they are all dead sunflower vines, the value may be immeasurable."

"Whose aircraft is this?"

"It's the Holy Son of the Ke Clan Lin!"

"No wonder, no wonder the breath of dead sunflower vines is all over his body. It turns out that he is the Ke clan with the deepest knowledge in weapon refining. Shengzi Lin wants to participate in the competition in person?"

"This brother doesn't know yet, Lin Shengzi once said that Yang Zhen must die!"

"By the way, where is Yang Zhen?"

Everyone is looking for Yang Zhen, and now many aircraft have shown up, but Yang Zhen has not been seen for a long time.

"Is this guy scared? Don't dare to come?"

At this moment, an exciting music sounded, and everyone immediately looked in the direction of the music.

Yang Zhen came side by side with the cheap cat and Sao Ji, wearing suits and leather shoes, wearing big sunglasses, walking extremely arrogantly, swaying their necks and swinging their arms, making everyone's eyes twitch wildly.

"How about it, is the shirt designed by Ben Sao Sheng hanging?"

"Hang, it's amazing, this deity likes it!"