Chapter 748 Dare to Say Anything!

One hundred?

Hearing Yang Zhen's words, everyone present had the urge to turn around and leave.

There is no chat like this, so how can people continue to pick up?

God, your sister's one hundred ways, why don't you say it is one thousand ways?

Let alone Yue Yazi and the others, even Yunla and the others were taken aback. Yunla, who was full of joy and waiting for Yang Zhen to slap his face, almost staggered and lay on the ground, looking at Yang with a bewildered expression. real.

This bastard is too daring to say it, right?

Mo Moyan, Wu Tao, and Jin Heng looked at each other with wry smiles on their faces. They could accept Yang Zhen's character of opening his mouth, but there must be a limit. Baidao, don't talk about Yueyazi and others, even his own people don't believe it.

Only the cheap cat still looks like a high-spirited cat, standing on Yang Zhen's shoulder with his hands behind his back, squinting his eyes and looking at the mid-air with a deep face, although the little tune humming in his mouth is weird, no one has heard of it , but it has an extremely infectious feeling, and it's a bit nice to hear.

What song is this?

Let Yang Zhen and Jian Mao, two guys who are obviously just talking nonsense, seem to have a feeling of being overwhelmed.

But this...

"How invincible is... how lonely..."

Listening to this word, people have the urge to strangle Yang Zhen to death. The bastard, the cheap cat, is just putting on airs. The bastard Yang Zhen really thinks that he has cultivated a hundred talents. Even more exaggerated than crescent moon.

Yue Yazi finally came to his senses, looked at Yang Zhen dumbfounded, and asked in surprise, "One, one hundred?"

"Yeah, time was limited at that time, and Ben Sao Sheng felt a little hurt, so he stopped forcibly. If I knew it, I would have exercised more and then practiced. Maybe I could cultivate two hundred ways."

What Yang Zhen said was serious, and this is not nonsense. Even with the terror of the prison body suppressed by dragons and elephants, Yang Zhen could not bear the severe pain in the end. It is a huge pain that can make people doubt life. The body seemed to be chopped up with a knife and salt was sprinkled on it.

Yue Yazi's complexion became gaudy, this is angry, he stared at Yang Zhen and went berserk: "Yang Zhen, there is no such thing as you, can you be reliable in speaking, beep his mother, one hundred words, two words Baidao, do you think anyone will believe it?"

Hurry up!

Seeing that Yueyazi was finally in a hurry, Yunla felt a lot more at ease, clasped his hands together and sang a few Buddha's mantras, but didn't dare to talk to him.

If Yang Zhen "tells the truth" and he has cultivated twenty Tianhua, Yunla might be able to run on Yueyazi to vent his anger, but Yang Zhen opens his mouth with a hundred words, monks can't lie, alms master Yang!

What a pity, Yunla's complexion is also gaudy, I really want to laugh and walk forward, to show this girl Yueyazi a look!

Crescent Moon stomped her feet angrily, and the group of monks behind her were even more confused, but with the lessons learned from that young monk, no one dared to talk about Yang Zhen in vain. Who knows who will be slapped again.

At this time, Yang Zhen sighed suddenly, and said to the cheap cat with infinite melancholy: "Look at this day!"

"Really blue!"

"Look here!"

"Really sand!"

"Look at what Ben Sao Sheng said!"

"Why doesn't anyone believe it?"

One person, one cat, you say something to me, the cooperation is seamless, and with the melancholy looks on the faces of the two, everyone's heart softens miraculously, and they feel that the two look so lonely and pitiful!

Do you want to trust Yang Zhen a little bit?

As soon as this idea came out, everyone trembled.

Beep his mother, believe in a ghost for a while, whoever believes that who is a fool!

How can anyone cultivate a small method to a hundred ways?

Are these two getaways poisonous?

Crescent Moon gritted her teeth angrily, but with so many people around Yang Zhen, and Yunla and Momo, she didn't even dare to move. Immediately, her eyes rolled and she giggled and said:

"Yang Daoyou is really funny, one hundred ways is one hundred ways, whatever you say is what you say, it's getting late, and I have to go back to my life, don't worry, my family will bring back the news that you have cultivated a hundred ways of Tianhua From the Holy Land of Yaochi."

Hearing Yue Yazi's words, everyone around was stunned. As expected of Yue Yazi, she could bear it under such circumstances, and she became so sweet and smiling, which made people look pleasing to the eye.

Especially the men present, when they heard Yueyazi's crisp voice claiming to be a slave, their hearts were broken.

Even Yang Zhen, a guy who has even heard of maids, shudders when he hears the word Nujia.

This... Master and servant, I really can't afford to provoke you.

Yang Zhen nodded and said, "Then I would like to thank Miss Sister."

Yue Yazi seemed to like the title Miss Sister, which she didn't hear at all on weekdays. He blinked and asked with a charming face, "Then can I leave?"

Hearing this, Mo Moyan snorted coldly, and just about to speak, Yang Zhen grinned, nodded and said, "Of course...you can't go!"

The smile on Yue Yazi's face suddenly froze, staring at Yang Zhen and said: "Yang Zhen, there is no deep hatred between you and me, not even a conflict, do you want to keep me?"

"You should call yourself a slave, it's more pleasing to the eye!" Yang Zhen waved his hand, blinked at Yue Yazi, and said, "You haven't answered Ben Sao Sheng's question, of course you can't leave!"

"Question?" Yue Yazi was obviously confused by Yang Zhen, and asked with a blank face, "What's the problem?"

As he said that, Yue Yazi suddenly realized, gritted his teeth and stomped his feet and said: "This is the Western Region, it is the Western Region, that's right, you have come to the Western Region, bastard, you wait for my old lady!"

Seeing the back of Yueyazi leaving in a panic and almost stomping away step by step, everyone was dumbfounded.

The three great witches of the Devil's Sect have countless admirers in the Western Regions, and any young man is usually flattering, but now Yang Zhen is trembling with anger at Yue Yazi, the stunning three witches.

It's over!

Everyone was amazed, based on Yang Zhen's actions, not to mention that he has cultivated a hundred Taos, even if he has cultivated a thousand Taos, he will definitely die, and he will not be able to leave the Western Regions alive.

What's more, Yang Zhen said that he has cultivated a hundred celestial brilliances by himself, this... this is simply nonsense for the next year in the Western Regions, how stupid would people believe it?

Mo Moyan giggled non-stop, holding Yang Zhen's shoulders and waist, and couldn't straighten up: "Borrow...let me use your shoulder..."

A good witch, laughing like a little hen, the eyes of a group of people almost popped out.

Yun La smiled wryly, and said, "Brother Yang shouldn't be so reckless, twenty celestial brilliance is enough to cause a sensation in the entire Western Region, why should Brother Yang exaggerate!"

Yang Zhen blinked and said, "Guess?"

Yun La didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and said earnestly: "Now that Yue Yazi will go back, he will definitely publicize it. I'm afraid even the whole Western Regions will know about it in a short time. When the time comes...you..."

"That's right, I am Yang Zhen, I have really cultivated a hundred celestial brilliance, I'm a puppy..."

Yang Zhen boasted about himself in the crowd with an arrogant face, with a look of no one in his eyes: "After you go back, you will also help Ben Sao Sheng to promote the publicity, Ben Sao Sheng is going to have a candlelight dinner with the three saintesses in the future, Now that you have watched it up close for so long, do you know how great it is?"

Hearing Yang Zhen's words, Yunla staggered, squatted on the ground and shut herself up.

What the hell is going on a candlelight dinner with the three saintesses, do you know what your words mean?

If Yueyazi's admirers are one-tenth of the Western Regions, then the three saintess' admirers are almost the remaining nine-tenths, or even more.

Yang Zhen is such a bastard, he dares to say anything!

Don't you all need to sleep? Two o'clock, three o'clock, and even a five o'clock one. Your reminders are more unique. Nanfeng wants to cry.