"Who?" The strange voice of the little cat came, which made Yang Zhen stunned.

Wang Meiling also looked at the bitch unexpectedly, and smiled and said again: "It's Master Su!"

A look of surprise flashed in the eyes of the little cat. He stared at Wang Meiling for a moment and muttered to himself: "Master Su, I didn't expect that there are people who practice star performance skills now!"

Yang Zhen was confused when he heard this and asked curiously: "Who is Master Su? Why do you look surprised?"

The little cat curled his lips and did not answer the question, but looked at Wang Meiling with an enthusiastic look on his face.

Wang Meiling looked at Jianmao deeply and explained to Yang Zhen: "Su Master is an extremely rare way of cultivation. He is good at deducing star-acting numerology. Su Zhi Cheng Emperor is said to be able to see through the past and future at one glance."

Yang Zhen's eyes suddenly widened, and he looked at the bitch in surprise and asked, "Is it so evil?"

The little cat laughed strangely and said, "Don't ask me, I don't know. I have never seen the guy who has succeeded to become the emperor. How could I know if they can see them for ten thousand years?"

Yang Zhen stared at the little cat suspiciously. For some reason, he felt that the little cat's pussy might be quite good. In this state, it may be because he has lived for too long and his head is funny.

However, a monk like Su Shi really surprised Yang Zhen. He didn't expect that there was such awesome profession in this world that could be seen for thousands of years. Wouldn't that change of life in their eyes be just a moment?

Seeing Yang Zhen’s face was confused, the bastard curled his lips and said, “Boy, don’t be possessed by the demons. Not to mention whether those emperors of Suzao can see for ten thousand years at first sight. Even if they can, this ability will not surprise you so much. You must know that the legendary emperor’s life is more than ten thousand years.”

After hearing the words of the little cat, Yang Zhen suddenly realized that it was like that. He was indeed crazy just now and applied the concept of time on the blue planet here.

If a person who can see through the changes in the world suddenly appears on the earth who can see through thousands of changes in one glance, it will be scary and scary.

It's different here. Yang Zhen really suspects that this bastard, a bastard, may be able to do it "one glance at it for ten thousand years". Although this guy doesn't have this skill, he might have lived for ten thousand years for so long.

The longer the time is, the more eternal mysteries will be left behind.

There are countless mysteries left on a small earth that future generations are rushing to seek, let alone here.

After figuring this out, Yang Zhen’s spiritual consciousness returned to Qingming.

“Huh?”

Two light ejaculation sounds came at the same time, and both Jianmao and Wang Meiling looked at Yang Zhen with surprise.

"What do you think I'm doing?" Yang Zhen asked strangely.

The bitch did not answer this question, but Wang Meiling smiled bitterly and said, "Actually, I didn't particularly agree with Master Su's words at the beginning. Until I saw you, I felt that Master Su's words were more and more correct."

Yang Zhen blinked and asked, "Is I lucky?"

Wang Meiling nodded.

The little cat looked at Yang Zhen up and down from the side, not knowing what the hell was going on.

Now Yang Zhen is also a little curious about his luck. Thinking about it now, his luck seems to be good, but there are a lot of troubles. This... is also called a person with great luck?

Thinking of this, Yang Zhen was a little doubtful about whether this Master was a charlatan. If his so-called "Great Luck" hadn't been too talented, he would have died several times long ago. The troublesome fortune is also called Great Luck?

Yang Zhen suddenly remembered Wang Meiling's original intention and asked curiously: "By the way, what do you want to find me?"

Hearing this, Wang Meiling took a deep breath and said, "I want you to go to Hailong Pool with us!"

During this period, almost all Yang Zhen’s ears were filled with topics like the Sea Dragon Pool and the Emperor Monument.

In the Sea Dragon Pool, there is a huge stone tablet. It is said that the Emperor of the East Wilderness once sat in front of the stone tablet for a while. It contained a trace of earth's aura, which attracted countless people to flock to it, and they all wanted to feel something in it.

But year by year, let alone realizing some of the things of the Emperor, many monks have never even realized the feathers of the chicken, and many people's enthusiasm has been erased.

Just as everyone was suspicious of whether the Emperor Monument was something that the Emperor Donghuang had once sat on, a message came again, completely detonating the Sea Dragon Pool.

The emperor's traces of the Emperor of Donghuang appeared. Although they were just a flash in the pan, many people still saw them with their own eyes. On the Emperor's Monument, there seemed to be blood flowing in the scent, exuding an extremely mysterious aura.

It is said that no matter what kind of cultivation level the monks of Emperor Dihen of the East Wilderness had all slept for three days before waking up.

What makes people feel strange is that after these people wake up, they can only draw a crooked emperor mark based on their memories, but they can't remember anything else about the stone tablet.

If these people hadn't been drawing the Earth Emperor marks at different times and places, everyone would have thought they were lying.

With all kinds of proofs, Wanhua Island in the East China Sea time has attracted more and more monks, and it has been lively until now.

Yang Zhen was confused when he heard this. These people were really interesting. There was an emperor's trace that could not be remembered and could not be understood. The emperor sat on the stone tablet, and it made people rush towards him like they smelled the flies in the crack of the egg. How boring is this?

If it weren't for the strange Emperor Hen on Yang Zhen, Yang Zhen wouldn't even be interested in this kind of thing.

Yang Zhen looked at Wang Meiling with a strange expression and asked, "Follow you, what do I need to do?"

Wang Meiling seemed to feel Yang Zhen’s attitude change, and chuckled and said, “You don’t have to do anything, just follow us. You can also participate in the opportunities and creations you encounter at that time.”

Yang Zhenyi was stunned. This woman regarded him as a mascot.

After hesitating for a while, Yang Zhen curled his lips and asked, "This Eastern Wilderness Emperor is so magical. Just sit next to the stone and you can leave the breath of the emperor. Can you understand what else can you understand?"

To be honest, Yang Zhen is not very interested in this kind of legend. So far, he just wants to figure out what the imperial mark on his body is.

Wang Meiling was stunned when she heard this, she wanted to speak but stopped. The little cat laughed beside her and said sneered: "Boy, don't look down on the emperor, let alone just teach you the Taoist silence beside the stone. Even if you fart there, you can understand for ten or eight years."

"Damn, can you stop talking about it so vulgar?" Yang Zhen said angrily.

The little cat laughed strangely and said, "You don't believe it if you are rough or not. If Master Su really values ​​you so much and says you have great luck, I think it's better for you to go to the Hailong Pond. Maybe you will be lucky enough to understand some unique skills."

"What is the unique skill?" Yang Zhen asked curiously.

The little cat rolled his eyes, smiled meaningfully, and said slowly: "There is a martial art that transcends any level in the world. This kind of thing is a unique skill in the hands of ordinary monks, and it is called magical power in the hands of saints. In the eyes of powerful people in the emperor realm... it is an imperial technique!"

Oh, when he heard this, Yang Zhen's eyes suddenly lit up. If there was such a "unique skill" that the kid said, it would be a "big move".

Thinking about it now, he really has no big moves. No wonder he always feels so awkward when fighting.

Can the emperor's fart really allow ordinary monks to comprehend for ten or eight years?

Thinking of this, Yang Zhen laughed strangely and said with interest: "Maybe that Emperor Seal was really a fucked out of the Emperor Donghuang."

The little cat was stunned, laughed strangely, and looked at Yang Zhen and said, "Then you were the last life, the last life, or the last life, could it be that the Emperor of the East Wilderness was killed by a single person?"

"Damn, don't run away!"

"Help, the person who was killed by the fart abused the small animals!"

...

In the woods, Wang Meiling looked trembling with horror, looking at Yang Zhen and the little cat who were getting farther and farther away.
Chapter completed!