Chapter 95 Yang Zhen! You Devil!

"Grandma, you really think I'm easy to bully, don't you? If I don't have a perfect preparation, I will be reckless and disturb the marriage proposal. Do you think I'm a reckless man?"

The six-star formation suddenly exploded, and clouds of mist rose up, covering everyone in it and losing their way.

The white-faced scholar turned his head and ran away, avoiding Yang Zhen's fist and yelling: "Yang Zhen, you are shameless, you are using the six-star array disk here, it is a waste of money, you... are you a devil?"

The thunder sword flashed in Yang Zhen's hand, roaring like a thunder dragon, and thunder snakes overflowed, knocking the white-faced scholar down from the air with a bang.

"The six-star array disk I picked up with my ability, I can use it wherever I want, it's none of your business, a dozen of you came to chase me down, how shameless you are compared to me?"

"You!" The white-faced scholar's face was pale, and he was extremely angry when he heard the words. He spurted out a mouthful of blood, and suddenly pressed his hands to the ground.

boom!

With an earth-shattering loud noise, the ground under Yang Zhen's feet burst open, and amidst the tumbling air waves, sand and gravel filled the sky, which was extremely terrifying.

"If you want to kill me, then go die too!"

A trace of hysterical madness flashed across the white-faced scholar's face, he took a deep breath, and stared fixedly at the place where the earth waves were flying.

"go to hell!"

The white-faced scholar snorted and staggered to his feet.

Yang Zhen's voice suddenly sounded from behind him, and said, "No resentment, no enmity, why should I kill you, I never thought of killing you."

when!

A dull sound came from behind his head, the white-faced scholar turned his head, feeling that the back of his head was about to be shattered, looked at the huge stone in Yang Zhen's hand, and said with incredible anger: "You...shameless! "

Plop!

The white-faced scholar was lying on the ground with his dead body, he was not dead, he probably would have to wait a while before waking up.

The rest of the dozen or so Jindan stage powerhouses wailed and rushed in all directions. When they rushed to the edge of the formation, they were battered by thunderbolts.

"Yang Zhen, get the hell out of here. You're so shameless, you're so shameless. If you have the ability, come out with me and have a fair fight!"

Someone roared in the formation, and what responded him was a thunder dragon as thick as a bowl, foaming at the mouth with a bang, lying on the ground suspicious of life.

More than a dozen Jindan stage monks were defeated by Yang Zhen one by one. They all stripped off their clothes, tied them together, and threw them into the center of the formation.

After waking up, the white-faced scholar trembled all over. He opened his eyes and saw a huge, hairy belly sticking out in front of him. He cried out in shock and stepped back, only to knock over a white buttock.

"Yang...Yang Zhen, you bastard, devil, what do you want to do?" The white-faced scholar was really scared, his body was covered with goose bumps, and a dozen of them were all picked up by Yang Zhen.

Yang Zhen squatted not far away, tinkering with a bottle of medicine powder that didn't look very serious.

"Oh, I'm awake. You said that I wasted a six-star formation disk in such a wilderness, isn't it a bit wasteful?"

The corners of everyone's mouths twitched, and they stared at Yang Zhen.

What the hell, it's not just a waste, it's a waste to the extreme. After selling a six-star formation disk, it is enough to exchange for five or more years of cultivation resources. Who wants to be a desperado?

Not only did Yang Zhen use the six-star formation plate in such a place where nothing shits a bird, but he also spent an unknown amount of precious resources, portraying so many unstable small formation plates hanging on his body, this is simply...

This is just insane.

A group of people were about to cry. If they had known that Yang Zhen was so terrifying, they would not come to snatch Yang Zhen even if they were killed.

Now not only was he caught by Yang Zhen, but even his clothes were stripped off and left to dry in the wilderness in the cold, what is this called?

The crowd stared fiercely at Yang Zhen and said nothing, Yang Zhen stood up all of a sudden, and stared at the crowd covetously: "Don't talk, right? I don't know if I sprinkle this bottle of Vajra Powder on your heads seven times a night, it will hurt you!" What funny thing happened?"

Seven times a night King Kong does not pour powder?

Hearing this name, everyone flinched subconsciously, looking at Yang Zhen with a pale face in horror.

"Won't the waves go to waste?" Yang Zhen shook the small bottle in his hand.

"No waste, no waste!" Everyone hurriedly replied, staring at the bottle in Yang Zhen's hand, for fear that Yang Zhen would throw it at them when he got angry.

"En?" Yang Zhen was taken aback: "You're not telling the truth, are you?"

"Waste, waste!" Everyone hurriedly changed their words.

Yang Zhen took the bottle back, squatted in front of the white-faced scholar, and said bitterly: "Since it's a waste, I have to take back something from you, isn't it? Is there anything valuable on you?"

The white-faced scholar's eyes twitched.

Are there any valuable things you don't have a clue about, the clothes have been taken away, and there is still a ghostly good thing?

The white-faced scholar had the urge to roll his eyes, but he didn't dare. In front of this group of naked men, if Yang Zhen gave him that seven-time-a-night King Kong powder, his image in this life might be over. The orientation has changed, and life is simply worse than death.

Yang Zhen patted the white-faced scholar's face, and said: "Don't be so nervous, your face is as bright as a rainbow, so, tell me what martial arts and martial arts you have, and I can let you live, how about it?"

The white-faced scholar frowned, obviously resisting the proposal.

"Is this a bad idea?" Yang Zhen muttered to himself.

The white-faced scholar was so grateful that tears almost filled his eyes. The martial arts and martial arts are inherited from his master, how can they be easily passed on to the outside world?

"It seems that it is not very good. Once the martial arts and martial arts are spread to the outside world, your sect may impose punishment. My idea will make you very embarrassed!"

The white-faced scholar and the others nodded in haste. It was a blessing in misfortune not to mention martial arts and martial arts. No one thought that Yang Zhen would have such an understanding side.

Yang Zhen looked at the people who nodded, and said: "I don't like forcing people to make things difficult for me. How about this, I won't make things difficult for you. Let's have a voluntary principle. Whoever wants to say it can say it. The last two people who say it voluntarily Well, all you need to do is take my Vajra Powder powder seven times in one night."

Everyone: "..."

"I'll give you time to count ten!" Yang Zhen stretched out his finger: "One, two, ten, time is up!"

Nima!

The white-faced scholar's face changed, and he hurriedly said: "I, I, I, I said I said..."

"White-faced scholar, you are so immoral!"

"I said it, I said it too..."

"I said, choose me, choose me. I have the way of alchemy. It is a handbook of alchemy masters. I have memorized it all in my mind."

"I have heaven-level martial arts, choose me..."

A group of people scrambled to be the first, for fear of being slowed down and being drugged by Yang Zhen, because everyone knew that Yang Zhen could do such a shameless thing.

...

Half an hour later, Yang Zhen left here satisfied.

"Yang Zhen, you don't mean what you say, let us go... um..." The white-faced scholar was halfway through his roar, his mouth was covered by a group of people behind him, and he looked at Yang Zhen who was walking away in horror.

Yang Zhen paused, and said, "Oh, if you don't tell me, I'll almost forget it!"

As he said, Yang Zhen threw it casually, and a small bottle drew a beautiful arc under the horrified eyes of more than a dozen Jindan stage monks, and came to the top of everyone.

A dozen or so people raised their heads in horror, opened their mouths wide and looked terrified.

Snapped!

The bottle burst, and a cloud of pink powder was scattered on everyone.

Not long after, a strange sound came from the six-star formation.

"Yang Zhen! You devil!"

On the top of a mountain not far from the valley, two sloppy old men watched the whole process with dumbstruck eyes. A bald old man said angrily: "It's unreasonable, this kid is too shameless, too shameless!"

An old man with curly hair next to him said: "You old guy, you've never seen anything before. It's so common that you don't get the treasure but you get it. I think this little guy is a bit interesting."

The bald old man glanced at the curly-haired old man and said, "Apart from alchemy, what else do you find interesting?"

The curly-haired old man snorted and said, "Hurry up, follow up, this little guy has something good on him."