"Grandma's legs, do you really think I'm a bully, don't you, without a perfect preparation, I will be reckless and lose the mess and propose, do you think I am a reckless man?"

The six-star formation suddenly erupted, and clouds of mist rose up, enveloping everyone and losing their way.

The white-faced scholar turned his head and ran, dodging Yang Zhen's fist while shouting: "Yang Zhen, you shameless, the six-star array disk lets you use it here, it's a violent thing, you ...... Are you the devil?"

The thunder sword in Yang Zhen's hand flashed, like a thunder dragon roaring, and one after another thunder snakes overflowed, smashing the white-faced scholar from mid-air with a bang.

"The six-star array disk I picked up with my ability, you can use it wherever you want, it's your business, more than a dozen of you come to chase and kill me, and you are shameless than me?"

"You!" the white-faced scholar turned pale, and when he heard this, he was furious, and a mouthful of blood spurted out, and his hands suddenly pressed to the ground.

Rumble!

With an earth-shattering loud noise, the ground under Yang Zhen's feet suddenly burst open, and in the rolling waves, sand and gravel covered the sky, terrifying and abnormal.

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

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

"Die!"

The white-faced scholar snorted and staggered to his feet.

Yang Zhen's voice suddenly sounded from behind him, and said, "No resentment, what am I killing you for, I didn't think about killing you." ”

While!

A dull sound came from the back of his head, and the white-faced scholar turned his head, feeling that the back of his head was about to be shattered, looking at the huge stone in Yang Zhen's hand, he said with an unbelievable anger: "You...... Shameless!"

Poof!

The white-faced scholar was lying on the ground and standing up, dead or not, and it was estimated that he would have to wait for a while if he wanted to wake up.

The remaining dozen or so Jindan stage powerhouses wailed again and again, rushing in all directions, rushing to the edge of the formation but were scorched by thunder one after another, and some people even couldn't distinguish between friend and foe, and their own noses were blue and their faces were swollen.

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

Someone roared again and again in the formation, and in response to him was a thunder dragon with the thickness of a bowl, foaming at the mouth with a bang, lying on the ground doubting life.

More than a dozen Jindan period monks were broken by Yang Zhen one by one, and they all stripped off their clothes and tied them together, and threw them to the center of the formation.

After the white-faced scholar woke up, he trembled all over, opened his eyes and saw a huge belly with hair standing in front of him, and suddenly screamed and retreated, but knocked over a white buttocks.

Yang ...... Yang Zhen, you bastard, devil, what do you want to do?" The white-faced scholar was really scared, goosebumps all rose on his body, and more than a dozen people were all picked up by Yang Zhen.

Yang Zhen squatted not far away, tinkering with a bottle of medicinal powder that didn't look very serious.

"Oh, wake up, you say that I wasted a six-star array disk in such a wilderness, isn't it a bit of a waste?"

The corners of everyone's mouths twitched, and they stared at Yang Zhen deadly.

What's more, it's not just a waste, it's just a waste to the extreme, after a six-star array disk is sold, it is enough to exchange for five years or even more of cultivation resources, who wants to be an outlaw?

Yang Zhen not only used the six-star array disk in such a place where birds don't, but also spent an unknown number of precious resources to depict so many unstable small array disks hanging on his body, which is simply ......

It's crazy.

A group of people were about to cry, they knew that Yang Zhen was so terrifying, and they didn't come to rob Yang Zhen if they killed them.

Now not only was he caught by Yang Zhen, but even his clothes were stripped away and hung in the wilderness, what is this called.

Everyone stared at Yang Zhen fiercely and didn't speak, Yang Zhen stood up all of a sudden, and glared at everyone fiercely: "Don't speak, right, I don't know what interesting things will happen if I sprinkle this bottle of King Kong powder seven times a night on your heads?"

Seven times a night King Kong does not pour powder?

Hearing this name, everyone subconsciously shrank and looked at Yang Zhen with a pale face.

"Waves are not wasted?" Yang Zhen shook the small bottle in his hand.

"No waste, no waste!" everyone hurriedly replied, staring at the bottle in Yang Zhen's hand, for fear that Yang Zhen would be angry and really throw it at them.

"En?" Yang Zhen was stunned: "Don't tell the truth, right?"

"Waste, waste!" the crowd hurriedly changed their words.

Yang Zhen took the bottle back, squatted in front of the white-faced scholar, and said bitterly: "Since it's wasted, I have to take back something from you, do you have anything valuable?"

The corners of the white-faced scholar's eyes jumped.

Are there any valuable things that you don't have in your heart, the clothes are all taken away, and there can still be a good thing for the ghost?

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 that seven times a night King Kong does not pour powder, the image of this life may be over, in case the orientation changes, it is better to die.

Yang Zhen patted the white-faced scholar's face and said, "Don't be so nervous, your face has caught up with the rainbow, in this way, if you have any exercises and martial arts to say, I can let you live, how about it?"

The white-faced scholar frowned, obviously somewhat resistant to the proposal.

"Isn't that a bad idea?" Yang Zhen muttered to himself.

The white-faced scholar almost burst into tears of gratitude, the martial arts are the inheritance of the master, how can it be easily passed on?

"It doesn't seem to be very good, once the martial arts are spread, your sect will probably be punished, my idea makes you very embarrassed!"

The white-faced scholar and the others nodded busily, and it was naturally a blessing in misfortune not to be able to say the martial arts, no one expected that Yang Zhen would have such an empathetic side.

Yang Zhen looked at the people who nodded and said: "I don't like the difficulty of strong people the most, so let's do it, I won't embarrass you, let's have a voluntary principle, whoever wants to say it, the last two don't say it voluntarily, just take me seven times this night King Kong and don't pour powder." ”

Everyone: "......"

"Give you ten numbers to think about it!" Yang Zhen stretched out his finger: "One, two, ten, it's time!"

O Nima!

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

"White-faced scholar, why don't you talk about morality!"

"I also say that I also say ......"

"I said, choose me, I have the way of alchemy, it is a codex of alchemy masters, and I have it all in my mind. ”

"I have heaven-level martial arts, choose me and choose my ......"

A group of people scrambled to be the first, for fear that they would be fed medicine by Yang Zhen if they were too late, because everyone knew that Yang Zhen could do such a shameless thing.

......

Half an hour later, Yang left the place satisfied.

"Yang Zhen, you don't mean what you say, let us ...... Hmm...... "The white-faced scholar roared halfway, and was covered by a group of people behind him, looking at Yang Zhen who was walking away with a frightened expression.

Yang Zhen paused, oh yo: "If you don't say it, I'm about to forget!"

As he spoke, Yang Zhen threw it casually, and a small vial crossed a beautiful arc under the frightened gazes of more than a dozen Jindan stage monks and came to the top of everyone's heads.

More than a dozen people looked up in horror, opened their mouths wide, and looked frightened.

Syllable!

The bottle cracked, and a puff of pink powder spilled over everyone's face.

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

"Yang Zhen, you demon!"

On the top of a hill not far from the valley, two sloppy old men watched the whole process dumbfounded, and a bald old man said angrily: "How can this be reasonable, this son is too shameless, too shameless!"

An old man with curly hair next to him said: "You old guy is old, I haven't seen anything, how common it is for this kind of treasure to be robbed, I think this little guy is a little interesting." ”

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

The curly-haired old man snorted and said, "Hurry up, keep up, this little guy has something good on him." ”