All the Jindan monks were boiling.

The heavenly and earthly treasures that Yang Zhen was holding in his hand looked very precious, even in the Upper Mirror World, it was impossible to collect so many such precious heavenly and earthly treasures.

Maybe there are so many heavenly treasures in the world of the mirror, but there are many people here, and the place is big, and it is already a great creation to meet one, how can you collect so many?

Yang Zhen was chasing a Yuan Infant Monk, no matter how you look at this matter, Yang Zhen was a little weird, but when a Jindan Stage monk caught up with his head, the other Jindan Stage monks couldn't care so much, and they all caught up.

No matter how powerful Yang Zhen is, he is just a Jindan stage monk, and there is also a Yuan Infant stage monk here, Yang Zhen is dead, and he is tired to death!

Rumble!

The qi waves that erupted from dozens of Jindan stage monks were terrifying and abnormal, and the true yuan fluctuations that covered the sky and the sun rushed towards Yang Zhen in unison, stopping Yang Zhen before Yang Zhen left.

When the middle-aged monk heard Yang Zhen's words and looked back, he was taken aback, and at the same time, the anger in his heart could not be suppressed.

You have so many good things, and you came to grab a radish with me, and you really have a sick brain!

"This is what you said, you can't stand without faith!"

The middle-aged monk's body turned sharply, and he slashed a perfect arc in mid-air, chasing after Yang Zhen.

When Yang Zhen saw the middle-aged monk coming back, he was overjoyed, and sure enough, people died for money, and birds died for food.

At this time, those Jindan period monks attacked Yang Zhen together, without saying a word, all kinds of exercises and martial arts were varied, and for a while, the mid-air Zhenyuan riot was violent, like a huge wave in the ocean, obviously wanting Yang Zhen's life.

Yang Zhen's target was only a middle-aged monk, and these Jindan stage monks could not stimulate Jindan's movement at all.

In order to be able to fight with the Yuan Infant Stage Monk again, Yang Zhen's long sword waved, and the Great Yan Wind Thunder Sword burst out, and the terrifying thunder covered the sky and the sun, and in the midst of the thunder surge, one after another thunder dragons roared and roared, enveloping dozens of Jindan Stage monks in the blink of an eye.

Thundered!

At this time, the true yuan in Yang Zhen's body completely rioted, and the power of a sword was as brilliant as the sky, and those Jindan stage monks were not in a hurry to dodge for a while, and fell more than half of them from the air.

The middle-aged monk was about to rush to Yang Zhen's side, and when he saw this terrifying scene, he was immediately startled, his eyes almost bulged out, and he hurriedly turned his head and ran.

"Damn, you're back!"

"Only go back for fools!" the middle-aged monk broke out in a cold sweat as he ran.

This guy is definitely not an ordinary Jindan period monk, how can a Jindan period monk actually have such a terrifying true element, and the power of this sword has touched the meaning of the sword, which is a symbol of martial arts after the integration of the Great Perfection.

Sure enough, Yang Zhen's perverse personality is probably only dared to have by those disciples of the great sects and even the disciples of the Cave Heaven and the Blessed Land, and he actually has so many heavenly and earthly treasures on him, he must be the best among the disciples of the great sects, that is, the rumored genius of the world.

Such an existence is not something that ordinary monks can afford to provoke, or they can afford to provoke, and in the end, it will also offend the big sect or even the blessed land, and it will definitely be the result of not being able to eat and walk around at that time.

Thinking of this, the middle-aged monk's speed under his feet was faster, and he didn't even need to move in a snakeskin, and he ran in a straight line so fast that Yang Zhen felt a little unable to catch up.

Those Jindan period monks who were lucky enough not to die looked at Yang Zhen with shocked expressions, and they didn't dare to chase after them.

What are you kidding, Yang Zhen went down with a sword like a dumpling and killed a large number of Jindan period monks, such an existence can be exhausted to death?

Yang Zhen didn't expect that his sword would actually cut something, but if he didn't cut it, it wouldn't work, these Jindan stage monks were too difficult, and they bullied people with a lot of people, in case they capsized in the gutter when they fought with that Yuan Infant powerhouse, it would be a little embarrassing.

Seeing that the middle-aged monk looked at death as if he were fleeing for his life, it was obviously not something that could be fooled by some natural treasures, Yang Zhen's eyes lit up, and he took off the thousand faces on his face.

"I'm Yang Zhen!"

The voice was like a rainbow, sweeping in all directions in mid-air, and after those Jindan period monks heard this, most of them changed their faces, not only did they not chase Yang Zhen anymore, but turned their heads and ran.

The middle-aged monk's body shook, almost fell from mid-air, turned his head and stared at Yang Zhen, and said with a roar: "Yang Zhen, I knew it was you, you bastard, wait for me, I have stored the spar for twenty years, a whole twenty years!"

"Then you can get it back!"

"Phew, are you stupid for me, I'm ...... I'll save it for another twenty years!"

Yang Zhen looked at the middle-aged monk running away like this with a bewildered expression, and made up his mind that he must practice his body method well, fight if he can beat it, and run if he can't beat it, what strength is high or low fist size, this year, whoever is fast is the king.

The volley void crossing is definitely more advanced than the middle-aged monk's body method, but Yang Zhen has too little thought on it, and due to the cultivation of the Jindan period, he can't even catch up with the middle-aged monk, which makes Yang Zhen very unhappy!

At this moment, an angry roar came: "Yang Zhen! you are actually here, return my spar!"

Rumble!

The ground suddenly burst open, and a figure came out of the ground, holding a long knife, and the whole person suddenly turned into a monstrous wave with the knife, and the human knife was one, forming a huge blade that opened the world, and rushed towards Yang Zhen.

"Another Yuan Infant Powerhouse!"

More and more people rushed towards this side, and when they saw Yang Zhen actually fighting with the Yuan Infant Stage powerhouse, they all gloated.

"Yang Zhen, a slut, finally got into trouble that shouldn't be caused, and now he is actually being chased and killed by a strong man in the Yuan Infant Stage, and he is doomed to die!"

"It's better not to die, I still have 10,000 spars in his hands, even if I don't get the compensation back, I have to get the 10,000 spars back. ”

"Otherwise, let's go together, he seems to have a lot of good things in his hands. ”

......

Later, the monks' minds were racing, and they approached Yang Zhen one after another.

Those Jindan period monks who were shocked by Yang Zhen's sword stopped talking, and looked at those who rushed forward with a gloating expression.

The battle between Yang Zhen and the strong man of the Yuan Infant Stage, these people also dared to rush forward like this, it was no different from looking for death.

Sure enough, these people had just approached the range of Yang Zhen and the long sword Yuan infant powerhouse, Yang Zhen slashed down with a sword, and the furious True Yuan evaporated, and the talent Ming Culture made countless sword blades, overwhelmingly rushing towards the giant blade.

Rumble!

An earth-shattering loud bang came, and the qi waves of Yang Zhen and the Long Knife Yuan Infant Stage powerhouse collided together, and immediately overturned a group of Jindan Stage monks.

"Impossible, why do you have such terrifying power as a Jindan stage monk?"

The long knife Yuan Infant Cultivator let out a shocked voice and looked at Yang Zhen in disbelief, with a shocked expression.

Yang Zhen ignored the elder sword yuan infant powerhouse, but stared at the place where the long knife yuan infant stage powerhouse rushed out with burning eyes, laughing.

"This is actually a realm within a realm, there must be something good, don't go, wait for me to go in and see if we fight, don't go, don't go!"

Rumble!

A terrifying wave of qi erupted from Yang Zhen's body, and his whole person rushed towards the underground realm like a cannonball.

Not far away, the middle-aged monk wiped his sweat, glanced at the bewildered long knife Yuan infant powerhouse with relief, and suddenly wanted to laugh.

This idiot, when he heard Yang Zhen's voice, didn't hide, but rushed out to find guilt, he deserved it.

Where would the Long Knife Yuan Infant Stage powerhouse think that Yang Zhen was still thinking about good things in this situation, his face suddenly changed, and he hurriedly followed behind Yang Zhen and rushed towards the realm within the realm.

In the middle of the realm, there was a sudden sound of chickens flying and dogs jumping: "It's not good, it's Yang Zhen, Yang Zhen's bastard is here, put things away quickly, and don't give it to him if it's broken!"

Yang Zhen sighed and appeared in front of everyone: "It seems that there is already a legend of my brother in the rivers and lakes!"

The corners of everyone's mouths twitched, but they secretly moved to surround Yang Zhentuan.

At the same time, a young man with a gloomy vulture looked said to a young female disciple beside him, "Go, invite the elders to come, just say that Yang Zhen has appeared!"