woke up!

Yang Zhen woke up!

Everyone was shocked when they saw Yang Zhen open his eyes. Even Su and others subconsciously held Tian Rou's hand, with a look of disbelief.

"Impossible. In less than a quarter of an hour, Yang Zhen woke up. Did he give up on comprehension?

"Give up?" Tian Rou's face turned pale and she shook her head: "No, Brother Yang Zhen is not such a person who gives up easily."

Seeing the determination in Tianrou's eyes, everyone in Su looked stunned and turned to look in surprise.

Gan Bailin laughed loudly, and his hands slapped the chopping board. Suddenly, a tremendous inscription of talent burst out and condensed in the air. The tiger roared the mountain forest map became even more violent, and the waves of air swirled and rushed towards Yang Zhen.

"It's too late to resist now!" Gan Bailin sneered and stared at Yang Zhen's eyes: "Not to mention that you only have the cultivation level of the virtual stage. Even if you use true energy to fight against the inscription, you can't stand it. Even if you can resist it, you will definitely lose!"

Gan Bailin shouted loudly, and his voice was sonorous: "Talent competition, if you use anything other than the inscription of talent, you will lose!"

When everyone heard this, they were shocked!

Gan Bailin has finished painting, but Yang Zhen has not even taken the pen. At this time, anyone could only use his true energy to carry it. There was no time to paint anymore!

And as Gan Bailin said, once Yang Zhen uses his true energy, Yang Zhen will already lose in this competition!

Everyone looked at Yang Zhen in surprise. Su Jiaren Hetianrou's hands were tighter and tighter. Although the two didn't care much about the competition between Yang Zhen and Gan Bailin, at this time, the competition between the two had obviously reached the most critical moment!

No one is optimistic about Yang Zhen!

In this case, Yang Zhen will almost lose!

However, at this moment, Yang Zhen suddenly grew up, his clothes were fierce and his momentum was magnificent.

Seeing Yang Zhen’s aura erupting, everyone exclaimed and was startled.

"Who said..." Yang Zhen showed a smile on his lips. Looking at the tiger roaring in the sky in the mountains, the terrifying tiger appeared vividly, fierce and ferocious, and then said: "Who said he must use true energy to fight?"

"What?" Gan Bailin was shocked and his expression became gloomy.

The next moment, Gan Bailin's face changed wildly and he screamed: "No, this is impossible!"

Yang Zhen laughed and waved it casually, a surging dark golden inscription burst out, and in the blink of an eye it became overwhelming. The dark golden inscription that covered the sky and the sun just paused in the air and suddenly gathered towards the air in front of Yang Zhen.

A figure dressed as a warrior gradually condensed, appearing vividly and vividly, as if it were a real person, but it was taller.

"Dark golden talent inscription!" Everyone in Su exclaimed, with an extremely rare loss of composure, with surprise and incredible expressions.

"What!" Everyone was shocked and subconsciously took two steps back.

"Has it condensed into... people?"

"Impossible, how could the inscription of talent be condensed into a primate? This... this must not be the inscription of talent!"

Tianrou's eyes suddenly burst out with a ecstatic light, and she held Su Jia's hand and said, "Xingchen talent, this is Xingchen talent, right sister?"

Everyone Su looked confused, nodded subconsciously, and murmured to himself: "Starry talent, in less than a quarter of an hour, Yang Zhen actually understood Yuntai, communicated with the world and the stars, and mastered the stars' talents. What kind of talent and fortune is this?"

Between everyone's shocked expressions, the inscription figure with a naked upper body in the air suddenly glared with his eyes wide open, and shouted loudly. With his right hand waving, a long stick suddenly condensed and rushed towards the white-headed tiger that was rushing towards the air.

And the tiger with white eyes and white forehead, after seeing the middle-aged man condensed with the inscription of talent, actually showed a terrifying expression and turned around to run away!

"No!" Gan Bailin staggered back, looking at the middle-aged man condensed from the dark golden inscription in the air with disbelief, with a ferocious look on his face, and roared wildly: "Impossible, how can someone paint out of thin air? What are your methods?"

Yang Zhen glanced at the middle-aged man in the air, with a look of remembrance on his face, and muttered to himself: "Go, Wu Erlang!"

roar--!

With a roar, Wu Erlang jumped and rode to the white-browed tiger with a chaotic fist, his movements were fierce and chic, and his slutty!

Yang Zhen laughed and said, "So that's it, so that's it. This is the true inscription of talent, the stars, the world, connecting all worlds!"

As he said that, Yang Zhen glanced at Gan Bailin, and a smiley expression appeared on his face. With a casual wave, a big man with a black face and a black beard suddenly condensed in the air, his eyes widened, and he roared, and he also jumped and rushed towards the white-headed tiger in the air.

Yang Zhen raised his eyebrows and said to Gan Bailin: "Damn, my brother Kui is here, this one is even more fierce. He beat a nest of tigers alone. Come on, come on, draw a few more, otherwise it will not be enough to fight!"

boom--!

Wu Erlang punched the butt of the white-headed tiger. The white-headed tiger wailed, turned his head and mouthed, but the black man Kui grabbed the head and swung it around at Wu Erlang.

boom--!

Two more punches fell on the white-headed tiger with a hanging eye. The white-headed tiger with a hanging eye suddenly wailed and scattered in the air.

Yang Zhen was stunned, turned to look at Gan Bailin, and said anxiously: "Oh, oh, I'm sorry, the two guys are too fierce, I accidentally beat you to death. Otherwise... you draw two more, just two!"

The group of people around him were dumbfounded. After hearing Yang Zhen's words, the corners of his mouth twitched.

Damn, can you be a little cheaper?

Gan Bailin finally drew a tiger with white eyes and white forehead, but he was tired of his grandson. He was ravaged and killed by you two big men, but you were not satisfied. You still want Gan Bailin to draw two more?

puff!

Gan Bailin vomited out an old blood, and some of the inscriptions of Talent were shattered and backfired, but more of the angry ones were Yang Zhen's slutty look.

"Yang Zhen, don't bully people too much!"

Yang Zhen curled his lips, looked bored, turned around and walked under the clouds, and said boredly: "Damn, weren't you very much jumping just now? I, Sao Sheng, thinks you are ready to be ravaged, it turns out that you are so weak!"

So...so weak?

Gan Bailin's whole body was trembling, his face turned red, and his expression became ferocious. He roared, as if he was crazy, and suddenly a terrifying ball of true energy burst out from his body. With a roar, he rushed towards Yang Zhen.

"Young Master Yang, be careful!" Everyone in Su exclaimed and hurriedly reminded Yang Zhen.

Yang Zhen blinked at Sujia without looking back. With a casual wave, a ball of shiny light suddenly burst out from the eyes of the two big men standing there, rushing towards Gan Bailin.

"No, what are you...you are going to do...ah!"

A series of tragic screams came, and the two big men swung their fists as big as sandbags, and they were hammering like storms at Gan Bailin!

After a while, Gan Bailin lay on the ground like a dog, wailing constantly, and couldn't even raise his head and glar at Yang Zhen.

Yang Zhenyaoyao waved his hand to Gan Bailin and said, "Big brother, next time I show off, I will see the person. After so long, you haven't seen it. This sage saint actually didn't take you seriously at all, but you were shouting on your own. Are you not tired?"

puff!

Gan Bailin vomited another mouthful of blood, tilted his head with a dull expression, his eyes were dispersed, and he murmured to himself: "Impossible, Impossible, I am the destiny, hahaha, I am Gan Bailin, Gan Bailin!"

"No, Mr. Gan is crazy!"

"No, I'm not crazy. I, Gan Bailin, is the son of destiny. How could I be crazy? You... do you troublemakers really want this emperor to go crazy?"

Everyone shook their heads, looking regretful, but no one showed a look of pity.

Everyone from Su Yingying came to Yang Zhen, lowered her eyebrows and looked up at Yang Zhen and asked, "Young Master Yang, can you give up the next talk?"

What?

When everyone heard this, they looked shocked, especially those male monks with strong energy. They all turned their eyes to Yang Zhen. If the eyes could kill people, Yang Zhen might have died hundreds of times now!

Give up?

Everyone Su actually invited Yang Zhen to her boudoir alone?
Chapter completed!