Chapter 65 Suddenly I Want to Sing
Hearing Yang Zhen's words, the corners of Hua Youyue's mouth on the cloud platform curled into a beautiful arc, looking at Yang Zhen with great interest.
Ku Toutuo and the middle-aged Yashi couldn't do it anymore, their expressions were as uncomfortable as if they had eaten a dead fly, but the dead fly melted in the mouth and couldn't even spit it out.
The eyes of the rest were dull, and the corners of their eyes twitched. Looking at Yun Jie and Zeng Bishu, they couldn't help but show pity.
It's so pitiful, although the two of them are geniuses who don't appear in a hundred years, they still need a growth process. In fact, the two of them can enter the eighth floor, which has already shocked everyone.
But looking at it now, although the two of them were able to enter the eighth floor, they could only sit cross-legged on the eighth floor, desperately maintaining their state of mind, resisting the wave after wave of violent spirit suppression, and now they are breaking out in cold sweat.
Look at Yang Zhen again, this bastard is on the eighth floor as if he is in his own house, no, it is as comfortable as being on his own bed, and he keeps stretching his arms and legs, doing a few difficult gymnastics Action, don't be too hot on the eyes.
Yun Jie's face turned blue and red, and the corners of his eyes twitched wildly, so he simply closed his eyes, folded his palms together and chanted scriptures non-stop.
It was miserable for Zeng Bishu, he couldn't recite sutras, his eyes were red staring at Yang Zhen, wishing he could pounce on him and die with Yang Zhen.
But he didn't dare, if he moved now, his previous efforts would definitely be wasted, his realm would be unstable and his consciousness would be suppressed, maybe he would spit blood like Ma Jing and be thrown out by the formation, that would be a big embarrassment.
Princess Changyang and other people who have a fairly good relationship with Yang Zhen all looked at Yang Zhen dumbfounded, with such expressions in their eyes.
With Yang Zhen's lowly personality, how could he tolerate so many people taunting him for so long?
Sure enough, retribution is not good!
"Yang Zhen, keep a line in life, so we can meet each other in the future, you..."
Zeng Bishu couldn't bear it anymore, and said through gritted teeth, but was interrupted by Yang Zhen in the middle of speaking.
Yang Zhen was taken aback, and hurriedly waved his hands: "Stop, whoever will be with you in the future, I will never date a bad guy like you, I only love a beautiful young lady!"
Hearing this, Zeng Bishu's eyes widened in a daze, his face became redder and redder, and he couldn't hold back a mouthful of blood, which hung on the corner of his mouth.
Many women present stared at Yang Zhen dumbfounded, bursts of resentment flashed in their eyes, and their faces were all flushed red.
They weren't angry, they were frightened by the bastard Yang Zhen's words.
Speaking of being shameless, Yang Zhen is indeed the most powerful. It is simply insulting to say such words.
But why after being ashamed and angry, I feel that Yang Zhen has such a genuine temperament. Compared with those pious guys who always stare at places women shouldn't look at, Yang Zhen is so straightforward and handsome.
They are all sons and daughters of the rivers and lakes, and they are no strangers to the affairs of men and women. Even women who have never done such happy things just spit lightly. What's more, they even looked at Yang Zhen with burning eyes, the meaning of which is self-evident And metaphor.
A blush also flashed across Hua Youyue's face, she glanced at Yang Zhen dumbfounded, and slowly sat down on the seat.
Zeng Bishu vomited blood, causing a burst of exclamation, but this guy abruptly pulled back his nearly collapsed mind, and held it back!
Yang Zhen was amazed, and gave Zeng Bishu a thumbs up: "It's amazing, I can hold back like this, it really deserves to be a genius who doesn't come out in a century, I can't do it... I don't feel the pressure at all!"
I'm going to your sister!
Not to mention Zeng Bishu, even the others couldn't bear it when they heard this. I really can't let Yang Zhen speak, this mouth can kill anger.
Zeng Bishu suppressed the blood churning in his body, his face turned into a monkey's ass, and he stared at Yang Zhen with resentment.
Yun Jie chanted louder and faster, tremblingly took out a string of prayer beads from his bosom, which surprised Yang Zhen: "Do lamas also use monk's prayer beads?"
Snapped!
The rope of the rosary was broken, and the beads fell on the stone slab, making a crisp sound.
Yang Zhen let out an oh, and said, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean it, alas, I really want to sing a song now."
"Shut up!" The two said in unison, even Liang Qiushui, who was still behind them, trembled all over, looking at Yang Zhen in despair.
Talking is unbearable, and singing?
Yang Zhen didn't seem to see everyone's eyes, stood up and turned around, leaving a lonely and desolate back for everyone.
"A master is lonely, one is cool... No, one is ten rings for everyone!"
Yang Zhen carried his left hand behind his back, and put his right hand into a fist and coughed lightly. Ignoring everyone's heavy breathing, he opened his mouth and sang: "Ah, ah, nine rings, you have one ring more than eight rings..."
On the cloud platform, Hua Youyue's whole body tensed up, and she glanced at Yang Zhen with a wry smile.
"Presumptuous, too presumptuous!"
"Shut up, arrogant kid, it's... so fucking ugly!"
Ku Toutuo and the middle-aged Yashi stood up abruptly, their veins throbbing.
"What kind of broken song is this?"
"Pfft, I can't do it anymore, this song is poisonous, what nine rings and ten rings!"
"What?" Someone exclaimed: "Look, Yang Zhen actually entered the Ninth Ring, no, the Ninth Floor!"
"I really went in, what kind of exercise did Yang Zhen practice? When did Changyue Tower have such a terrifying soul-quenching exercise?"
"Nine...nine floors?"
Yun Jie and Zeng Bishu opened their eyes in amazement, and they saw Yang Zhen bouncing around in the ninth floor, as if they were trying to see if they could adapt.
But have you ever tried this?
Who didn't walk in carefully, and then carefully stabilized their minds.
Yang Zhen was lucky, he not only jumped back and forth to test, but also retreated to the eighth floor, jumped in with his legs together, and looked like he didn't think the pressure was small.
After some disappointment, Yang Zhen turned his head and said to Yun Jie and Zeng Bishu, "Don't worry about it, you won't be able to learn it. The basic operation of this kind of soul trial is not something ordinary people like you can learn."
puff!
puff!
Two mouthfuls of blood spilled into the air, Yun Jie and Zeng Bishu spat out at the same time.
Is it so uncomfortable to be treated as an ordinary disciple?
Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!
Whoosh, two sounds piercing through the air, Yun Jie and Zeng Bishu flew out at the same time, not because they didn't want to see Yang Zhen anymore, but because their mood was broken and the formation was thrown out.
Yang Zhen stretched his neck to look at the two of them, and said loudly: "Hold on, brothers, don't faint, you haven't seen me enter the tenth floor yet!"
puff!
puff!
Two mouthfuls of blood spewed out again, this time the two spewed out in mid-air, it was more beautiful.
"Yang Zhen, I am at odds with you!"
"Yang Zhen, if I don't kill you in this life, I swear I won't become a Buddha!"
"Lamas also become Buddhas?" Yang Zhen tirelessly studied daily knowledge.
Plop!
What answered him was a dull landing, and the two landed at the same time, only one sound was made.
Yang Zhen curled his lips, and his eyes fell on Liang Qiushui.
Liang Qiushui trembled all over, and said with a look of shock, "You...what do you want to do?"
The concubine Xue next to her looked at Yang Zhen pitifully, and said with a blushing face, "Yang Zhen, you... can you let Senior Sister Liang go?"
"Junior Sister, shut up!" Liang Qiushui's expression turned cold, and he scolded Shi Feixue.
Yang Zhen squatted down in front of Shi Feixue, looked at this shy little girl with a round face, and said, "Does this wicked woman always bully you?"
Concubine Shixue wanted to speak but stopped.
Yang Zhen looked at Shi Feixue and said, "Be honest, or I'll throw her out."
"..."
Shi Feixue secretly looked at Liang Qiushui, bit her lip and whispered, "Yes!"
"You!" Liang Qiu shivered angrily.