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Chapter 678 Your uncle is still your uncle!

Yang Zhen has disappeared for a year. During this year, almost everyone felt that Yang Zhen was dead, because even the powerful cultivator in the Zhoutian period failed to successfully break into the Thunder Ze Hell.

Some people did not think that Yang Zhen was dead because they had forgotten Yang Zhen long ago.

Who is Yang Zhen?

I heard that he is a crazy genius?

I have heard of such a person, but I have never seen him. You asked him to come out. Today's peerless genius can teach Yang Zhen how to be a human being in minutes.

In this year, too many things have happened. Countless powerful existences have appeared between heaven and earth, and countless forces have appeared in people's sight like mushrooms after a rain.

Nowadays, all monks will secretly warn themselves when they go out to keep a low profile. The lower the key, the better. It is best to call seniors when they meet others. Only in this way can life be maintained like this.

What do you know if the young people coming towards you have lived for ten thousand years? These people chose to sleep and seal themselves before the great disaster of heaven and earth.

Although these people were still confused and didn't know what the great disaster of heaven and earth was, they were at least inherited from ten thousand years ago.

What is the inheritance ten thousand years ago?

The terrifying heaven and earth vitality ten thousand years ago was even stronger than it is now. If the martial arts practiced by those monks in the past were not broken and the heaven and earth vitality would have been soared, they would not be able to practice at all. There would be no such many heaven and earth true energy to support the operation of the martial arts.

Who can withstand a group of powerful beings who practice the inheritance of ancient martial arts?

Now even the Beiqi tribe is hiding honestly in the north of Beiyu Island, a mountain range called Beiqi Mountain, almost stopping the world.

...

On this day, countless monks came to Hancheng, and the entire Hancheng suddenly became lively. However, in this kind of liveliness, undercurrents were surging. All the monks in Hancheng were silent. Many people even hid at home and didn't want to go out, becoming the first batch of home cultivators in the world of cultivation!

There is no way. In Hancheng now, there are countless strong people. If you walk out and slap it casually, you may draw an old guy tens of years ago. He looks like a teenager, but his strength is so terrifying that it makes people doubt life.

In the Hancheng Teahouse, everyone was talking about it, and the little cat was also muttering that the food was not delicious.

Suddenly, all the discussion suddenly disappeared, and the entire teahouse could quietly hear the sound of the little cat drinking.

A strange aura condensed, and the atmosphere in the teahouse was solemn. A chilling aura came from the downstairs. Everyone looked towards the stairs as soon as possible.

The group walked slowly and climbed to the second floor.

A young man in the lead was dressed in a gorgeous dress, with a faint arrogance on his lips. He looked around for a while and said, "Everyone, let's continue, this saint son seems to have heard someone talking about Yang Zhen?"

As he said that, the young man in fine clothes came to everyone, sat down, and said with a smile: "You continue to say that this Holy Son is very interested in this Yang Zhen."

Behind the young man, there were all kinds of stunning women, all of whom were all dressed in white, with a quiet smile on their faces, but the sword in their hands all emitted a surprising cold light.

The little cat glanced at the young man and looked at the food again with a frown. It seemed that eating such a meal would cost its life.

"Yan...Son Yan Shengzi, we are just talking casually, don't take it seriously." An old man smiled bitterly on his face and said with his face.

Yan Shengzi glanced at the old man and said with a smile: "What are you talking about at the senior? This Shengzi is really interested in Yang Zhen. Speaking of which, it is really a pity that you didn't live in the same era as Yang Zhen, but it's not bad now. I heard that he wants to create a way of his own?"

A ridiculous look flashed across the old man's face, and he shook his head and said, "This sentence has become a laughing stock for the world. Even the powerful Zhoutian period said it. This is simply ridiculous, but then again, if Yang Zhen was not so arrogant, he would not have died in the Thunder Hell."

Yan Shengzi shook his head and said, "You are wrong. Many people still believe that Yang Zhen is not dead."

The old man was stunned and looked at the others, suddenly laughed and said, "Saint Yan is talking about Saint Flower and Mad Girl, but it's a pity that the two stunning Tianjiao. I heard that the talents of these two women are very appreciated by the Zhoutian period strong men in the ancient Yuan Holy Land. They wanted to accept them as disciples, but were rejected by the two women."

Perhaps because he felt that Yan Shengzi was not very difficult to get in touch, everyone gradually relaxed. A middle-aged man smiled and said, "Now the Saint Flower and the Daobi Girl are known as the Shuangling of Beiyu. It was just that when Yang Zhen encountered Yang Zhen, he missed his life. Except for the two of them, no one seemed to think that Yang Zhen was still alive now."

Speaking of Hua Youyue and Han Yan'er, a playful look flashed across the corner of Yan Shengzi's mouth, and he sighed and said, "Yes, I don't know how many people want to win the favor of Beiyu Shuangling. It's not because many young talents are interested in them, but Yang Zhen's reputation is too great. Many young talents are resentful, but..."

Speaking of this, Yan Shengzi sighed and said, "I just don't know that those two guys will be attracted by the love of Saint Flower and Dao Chi, or... a guy?"

Everyone laughed and echoed: "I think it's very possible for Yan Shengzi."

"Yes, Yan Shengzi is the saint of the Kuching clan. Now he is in the God Transformation Stage and has a good appearance. If this cannot be successful, who can succeed?"

Yan Shengzi laughed and said, "It's just a pity that Hua Youyue and Han Yan'er have never seen each other yet. I just heard that the two women are incredibly beautiful. If they can have a kiss..."

Whoosh!

A black light rushed towards Yan Shengzi.

Yan Shengzi's face changed drastically. When he looked back, he saw that a black chicken leg rushed towards him. He was bitten twice. He was furious and sneered.

"This kind of thing without any true energy fluctuations also wants to threaten this Holy Son? This Holy Son wants to see who is so bold..."

Buzz!

The chicken legs, which were already very fast, suddenly accelerated suddenly when a woman next to Yan Shengzi pulled her sword and slashed it, and it was just right into Yan Shengzi's mouth.

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

Bo!

Yan Shengzi pulled out the chicken legs and stood up suddenly, his face turned ashen, and he looked tightly at a corner of the teahouse.

Everyone was shocked. It was obviously an ordinary chicken leg without any real energy fluctuations, and someone bit her twice. How could it suddenly accelerate?

Yan Shengzi is in the God Transformation Stage's cultivation level. Such a powerful young monk didn't have time to hide and was stuffed with a mouth full of mouth. How could everyone not be shocked?

When everyone looked at the corner of the teahouse, they were immediately surprised.

One demon clan, one demon clan with a hat, and one fat demon clan with a hat.

"Who are you?" Yan Shengzi stared at the demon clan with a gloomy face and shouted coldly.

For a moment, the atmosphere in the entire teahouse became cold.

The little cat took off his hat leisurely, took a toothpick, removed the chicken leg meat from the teeth, and flicked it casually, and the old god said: "Boy, keep some verbal virtue in his words, otherwise if that boy came out, you will find that your uncle is still your uncle, not disappearing for a day or two, but a cat and a dog can jump up."
Chapter completed!
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