At this time, Yang Zhao realized that the crowd around him was already lying in a large area. There were only a few hundred people like Yang Zhao who could move freely, so someone like Liu Sheng was already very respectable.

She quickly returned to Liu Sheng and took out the spiritual sword given to her by the old shark from the Qiankun bag. She poured spiritual power into the sword, and the small sword made a loud sound.

She held the spirit sword and looked at the sky closely with her eyes. When the next wave of air came with the distortion of light, she swung the sword hard, and a pale white sword light shot into the sky.

"Choke! Woo hoo..."

The sword light made a strange sound, shattering the air waves in the area above their heads.

Suddenly, the eyes of everyone nearby turned to Yang Zhao.

Even Liu Sheng, who was holding a gun next to her, was startled: "Senior Yang, can't you feel the pressure of those people in the sky? I was so frightened that I didn't dare to use my spiritual power."

Coercion?

Yang Zhao casually waved another piece of sword light, shattering the air wave coming down again.

"I don't feel any sign that the spiritual power is not functioning smoothly. What is pressure?"

"Why aren't you afraid?"

Some species like to be alone, or if they don't have people at home due to various reasons such as family fights, they will choose people at the lake.

Even in her hometown, many people have a strange favorable impression of this weapon.

It seems that these people are the winners. They have fought for five years for their cubs in Junshu Lake.

Liu Sheng looked around again and found that Yang Zhao was the only one who chose to resist.

Not all cubs will choose a nanny to accompany them to read today, some are brought directly from home.

Others, regardless of their level of cultivation, are enduring the ravages of the air waves.

However, these people were so arrogant and terrifying that even if they stood on the lake without saying a word, they silenced the thousands of people by the lake and you could hear a pin drop.

As soon as the green light disappeared, many figures suddenly appeared on the lake. Each of these people were far away from each other, and they could not be seen clearly due to the thick fog on the lake.

Liu Sheng held the dragon gun and looked at Yang Zhao, his eyes a little dull, but he was still waving the long sword, and he couldn't help but swallow his saliva.

Everyone at the lake suddenly became excited, stretching their heads, waiting for any senior to choose a nanny for their cubs.

If she had allowed fear to control her actions, her bones would have been cold.

"What do we do next?"

But after a while, all this arrogance was put back, peace returned to the lake, and everyone at the lake finally dared to take a breath.

Liu Sheng watched her casually smashing the air waves above her head with one sword after another, as if he saw a monster.

Ever since she traveled here, she knew that fear was the most useless. Whether it was Fang Shuli, a large meteorite falling from the sky, or even a dragon gun, they almost killed her.

Perhaps all the monks in the Foundation Establishment Stage are like this, and it is because I, a Qi Refining monk, am short-sighted.

She looked at the ignorant and fearless Yang Zhao again: Maybe those seniors in the foundation-building stage didn't want to offend others and get the limelight. After all, senior Yang came here to help her, so maybe he wasn't that meticulous.

In this way, the sky calmed down after a little half an hour of tossing.

Besides, she is also afraid of nuclear bombs, which does not affect her liking for Miss Qiu.

Yang Zhao was a little confused when she heard this. She pointed at the sky and then at Junzhou Lake next to her.

Yang Zhao pulled up the dragon gun beside Liu Sheng, shrunk it, and clasped it between his wrists.

The word coercion is too unfamiliar to a modern person like her. She can only see it once or twice in novels.

"Don't we have this feeling when we first came to the lake? It's been a few hours, haven't you adapted yet? Besides, who in the lake in the sky would take us seriously?"

She had some physical fear at first, but not much psychological fear.

Then, the layer of green light above everyone's heads was like a tablecloth that was suddenly pulled out, and instantly rolled back into the lake and disappeared. The movement was so fast that people couldn't react.

Yang Zhao even sensed the slightest smell of blood from some people, although he couldn't see their faces clearly.

Is it because he has limited knowledge? Liu Sheng suddenly became a little unsure.

Liu Sheng: "It's that feeling of a fierce beast standing beside you, and it will eat you if you move. To be precise, it's fear."

Why not afraid? Yang Zhao thought in a trance while waving his sword.

Liu Sheng looked at the lake with bright eyes: "Wait, everyone who wants to recruit people for their cubs will send messages. Then you can fly me there. If you can fly faster, I may try a few more times."

Home."

This is using Yang Zhao as a means of transportation.

Yang Zhao: "Do you have a favorite? We can be the first to go there."

"Hey, why are you bringing this up?" Liu Sheng said, looking very free and easy: "How can I know where the one I like is if I don't have any shame? Besides, it would be great if any company can accept me. I don't have the choice.

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