"Grandma, do you really think I'm easy to bully? Without perfect preparation, I will lose my chances of making trouble. Do you think I'm a reckless man?"

The six-star formation burst out suddenly, and a mass of fog rose up, covering everyone, losing direction.

The white-faced scholar turned his head and ran away, avoiding Yang Zhen's fist, and shouted: "Yang Zhen, you shameless, you are so shameless, you are useless to use the six-star array plate here. You... are you a devil?"

The thunder sword flashed in Yang Zhen's hand, like a roar of thunder dragons, and thunder snakes overflowed, and a bang knocked the white-faced scholar from mid-air.

"The six-star array plate I picked up with my ability. It's all your business. You are more than a dozen of you to chase me, and you are shameless compared to me?"

"You!" The white-faced scholar looked pale. He was so angry that he heard this. He squirted out a mouthful of blood, and suddenly pressed his hands towards the ground.

boom!

With a earth-shaking sound, the land under Yang Zhen's feet suddenly burst, and the air waves were rolling, sand and gravel were everywhere, which was extremely terrifying.

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

A hint of hysterical madness flashed across the white-faced scholar's face, breathing heavily, staring at the place where the earth waves were flying.

"Go to die!"

The white-faced scholar spat and staggered to stand up.

Yang Zhen's voice suddenly sounded from behind him and said, "No resentment, why am I going to kill you? I never thought about killing you."

when!

A dull sound came from behind the head. The white-faced scholar turned his head and felt that the back of his head was almost shattered. Looking at the huge stone in Yang Zhen's hand, he said with an incredible anger: "You... are shameless!"

Plop!

The white-faced scholar was lying on the ground and timbered up. He was not dead. He probably had to wait for a while if he wanted to wake up.

The other dozen Jindan stage strong men wailed and rushed to all directions. When they rushed to the edge of the formation, they were struck by thunder, and they were even unable to tell the difference between the enemy and the other, and their own noses were bruised and swollen.

"Yang Zhen, get out of here and use the formation to plot against people. You are so shameless. If you have the ability, come out to fight with me fairly!"

Someone roared in the formation, and responded to him a thunder dragon as thick as a bowl, foaming at the mouth with a rumbling sound, lying on the ground to doubt life.

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

After the white-faced scholar woke up, he shivered all over. When he opened his eyes, he saw a huge, fur-bound belly erected in front of him. He screamed in surprise, retreated, but knocked over a white butt.

"Yang...Yang Zhen, you bastard, devil, what do you want to do?" The white-faced scholar was really scared, and his goose bumps were all raised on his body. More than a dozen people were actually stripped of Yang Zhen.

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

"Oh, I'm awake. Isn't it a bit wasteful to say I'm wasting a six-star array plate in such a wilderness?"

Everyone's mouth twitched and they stared at Yang Zhen tightly.

Damn it, it’s not just a waste, it’s so wasteful. After selling a six-star array plate, it’s enough to exchange for five years or even longer cultivation resources. Who is willing to be a desperate person?

Yang Zhen not only used the six-star array plate in such a place where birds do not poop, but also spent countless precious resources and portrayed so many unstable small array plates hanging on his body. This is simply...

This is simply crazy.

The group of people were almost crying. If they had known that Yang Zhen was so terrifying, they would not have come to rob Yang Zhen if they had beaten them to death.

Now, not only has Yang Zhen caught him, but his clothes have been taken off and he is hanged in the wilderness. What's this?

Everyone stared at Yang Zhen and didn't say anything. Yang Zhen stood up suddenly and stared at everyone with a fierce look: "Don't say anything, right? I wonder what interesting things will happen if I sprinkle this bottle of King Kong powder on your heads seven times a night?"

Seven times a night without losing the powder?

When everyone heard this name, they subconsciously shrank, looking at Yang Zhen with a pale face and horrified look.

"Do you waste it?" Yang Zhen shook the small bottle in his hand.

"Don't waste, no waste!" Everyone answered hurriedly, staring at the bottle in Yang Zhen's hand, for fear that Yang Zhen would throw it to them in anger.

"Huh?" Yang Zhen was stunned: "I won't tell the truth, right?"

"Waste!" Everyone hurriedly changed their words.

Yang Zhen took the bottle back, squatted in front of the white-faced scholar, and said with a heartbroken look: "Since it's a waste, I have to take something back from you? Do you have anything valuable on you?"

The white-faced scholar's eyes twitched straight.

Are there any valuable things you don’t know, and you have taken away all your clothes, and you can still have a 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 something to eat, the image of King Kong seven times a night will probably be over, and if the orientation changes, life is worse than death.

Yang Zhen patted the white-faced scholar's face and said, "Don't be so nervous, his face is catching up with the rainbow. In this way, what are your martial arts and martial arts? I can give you a way out, how about it?"

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

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

The white-faced scholar was so grateful that he almost burst into tears. His martial arts were inherited by the master's sect, so how could he be easily passed on?

"It seems that it is not very good. Once martial arts and martial arts are spread, your sect will probably be punished. My idea is very embarrassing to you!"

The white-faced scholar and others nodded quickly. It was naturally a blessing in disguise that he could not express his martial arts skills. No one expected that Yang Zhen would have such an understanding side.

Yang Zhen looked at the nodding people and said, "I don't like to force others the most. Let's not make things difficult for you. Let's not make things difficult for you. Let's take a voluntary principle. Whoever wants to say it? The last two people who say it involuntarily are just needed to submit to me seven times this night to not lose fans."

Everyone: "..."

"Give you time to consider ten numbers!" Yang Zhen stretched out his finger: "One, two, ten, time is up!"

Damn it!

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

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

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

"I said, if you choose me, I have the method of refining alchemy. It is a master of alchemy experience, and I remember it all in my mind."

"I have the heavenly martial arts, choose me..."

A group of people rushed to the front, fearing that they would be fed to Yang Zhen if they were too slow, because everyone knew that Yang Zhen could do such a shameless thing.

...

Half an hour later, Yang Zhen left the place with satisfaction.

"Yang Zhen, don't keep your word, let us go... um..." The white-faced scholar yelled halfway, and was covered by a group of people behind him, looking at Yang Zhen who was leaving with horror.

Yang Zhen paused and said, "If you don't say it, I'll almost forget it!"

As he said that, Yang Zhen threw it away casually, and a small bottle drew a beautiful arc in the horrified gaze of more than a dozen Jindan cultivators and came to everyone's heads.

A dozen people raised their heads and looked horrified, and their mouths widened and their faces looked horrified.

Bang!

The bottle was broken, and a bunch of pink powder spread to everyone.

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

"Yang Zhen! You demon!"

There was a mountaintop not far from the valley. Two sloppy old men watched the whole process in a daze. A bald old man said angrily: "It's outrageous. This boy is too shameless and too shameless!"

An old man with curly hair next to him said, "You old guy is so old that you have never seen anything. It's so common that you're robbed of treasures but are taken away. I think this little guy is a little interesting."

The bald old man glanced at the curly-haired old man and said, "What else can you find interesting besides refining elixir?"

The curly-haired old man exclaimed and said, "Hurry, hurry up, follow me, this little guy has something good on him."
Chapter completed!