I don't know why, as soon as I thought of a fight to fight, the Jin Dan in Yang Zhen's body was excited, and as soon as I was excited, I made a little noise, making Yang Zhen feel that he was pregnant in October, and the fat Jin Dan was finally going to hatch into a baby.

After feeling the fluctuation of the Yuan Infant Cultivator's aura, Yang Zhen didn't dare to slack off, for fear that he would accidentally be slipped away by this opponent who had been hard to find.

Sure enough, after Yang Zhen jumped out of this forest, he heard a 'hey, hey, hey' voice, and his eyes lit up, and he climbed up a hillside, locking his eyes on a middle-aged monk who was half-lying on his stomach and pouting his ass and didn't know what he was doing.

This posture, coupled with this lewd and slutty laughter, you don't have to think about it to know that this bastard must be ruining the women of the good family, Yang Zhen jumped forward, and the thunder sword in his hand suddenly burst out with a terrifying thunderous light, rushing towards the middle-aged monk.

"Bastard, let go of that ...... girl"

Before he finished speaking, Yang Zhen was suddenly stunned.

The middle-aged monk was even more confused, looking back at Yang Zhen in mid-air, holding a radish-shaped plant in his hand, and carefully pulling it out.

After seeing Yang Zhen's disagreement and fighting, the monk showed a vigilant look on his face, and his body moved with a radish on his shoulder, and he had already rowed out a few feet away, and with a wave of his hand, a terrifying wave of qi rushed towards Yang Zhen.

"Boy, if you want to rob me of something, you don't weigh your own strength!"

Yang Zhen hadn't finished his sentence yet, he thought it was a beautiful thing for a hero to save the beauty, who would have thought that this bastard was lying on the ground and was just pulling a turnip.

Pulling turnips, why are you making such a lewd and sound?

Yang Zhen slashed the wave of qi swung by the Yuan Infant Monk with a sword, pointed at the Seed Nian Monk, and said, "Let go of that radish!"

The monk was startled, hurriedly put the radish into the storage ring, pointed at Yang Zhen and said, "Boy, you really want to rob Biluogen and find death!"

A violent force erupted from the middle-aged monk's body, and the long sword suddenly let out a dragon roar, and a cyan light transformed into a huge long sword, rushing towards Yang Zhen with lightning speed.

Yang Zhen's eyes lit up: "That's how it feels!"

The terrifying Yuan Infant Stage power forcibly pressed down, and the Jin Dan in Yang Zhen's body suddenly trembled, and a ray of golden light overflowed.

Yang Zhen did not fight back immediately, but closed his eyes and carefully felt the changes in Jindan.

That is to say, Yang Zhenyi is bold, and if he is so big as any Jindan monk, I am afraid that the end will be very miserable.

The middle-aged monk obviously didn't realize that Yang Zhen was so unexpected, and during the battle between the two, he actually closed his eyes, a cold look flashed in his eyes, and his figure suddenly exploded, rushing towards Yang Zhen at a strange speed.

The violent wave of qi made Yang Zhen feel a breath of death, if he didn't dodge and take this blow hard, Yang Zhen would probably be seriously injured even if he didn't die.

But it was this breath of death that made the Jin Dan in Yang Zhen's body completely violent, like a big fat man of three hundred catties, rumbling and running fast.

"Boy, die!"

The middle-aged monk slashed with a sword, and the long sword slashed through a cold arc towards Yang Zhen's neck.

Yang Zhen's eyes opened suddenly, and he shouted, "Stop!"

The middle-aged monk was so frightened that he hurriedly jumped away, looking at Yang Zhen with a look of surprise.

Yang Zhen shook his head regretfully: "It's still a little close!"

"Boy, you trick me!" The middle-aged monk was furious, annoyed and angry, and the long sword buzzed with a blue light, rushing towards Yang Zhen.

Yang Zhen laughed, and also did not use any magic techniques, and fought with the middle-aged monk with simple martial arts.

The two of you go back and forth, from the earth to the sky, and from the ground to the water, and no one can help the other.

After a long time, the middle-aged monk's eyes suddenly widened, and he shouted: "Stop!"

Yang Zhen, who was feeling the changes in Jindan, was stunned and asked, "What's wrong?"

"Boy, you and I have no grudges and no grudges, I admit that you have been able to fight with me for so long with the cultivation of the Jindan period, which surprised me, but it is not a way to go on like this, neither you nor I can kill anyone, it is better to stop here, how about it?"

The middle-aged monk stared at Yang Zhen coldly, observing every change in Yang Zhen's expression.

Yang Zhen shook his head and said, "No, I just want to play!"

Airplanes!

The volley void crossing method made Yang Zhen's figure erratic, like an immortal, and the long sword became more agile and elegant.

The middle-aged monk hurriedly took out his sword to resist with a bewildered expression, and said angrily: "Are you particularly sick, there are countless opportunities in this world of the Mirror, and you are actually playing with me here?"

Yang Zhen nodded, and showed the martial arts he had learned with a serious face, no longer speaking, and extremely focused.

In the anger of the middle-aged monk, the momentum of the Yuan Infant Stage suddenly exploded, and he sneered again and again: "Okay, let's play it, you are a monk of the Jindan stage, how many true yuan can you have, if I don't kill you today, it will be difficult to solve the hatred in my heart!"

Two hours later!

"Stop, stop fighting, don't ...... Hit!"

The middle-aged monk looked at Yang Zhen with a languished and shocked expression, and he was panting for breath even when he spoke, and the whole person was about to go crazy.

What's going on here, a Jindan period monk, where did he get so many true yuan?

The middle-aged monk's true yuan was almost exhausted, and Yang Zhen also jumped up and down to show his martial arts, and the qi waves on the thunder sword not only did not weaken, but became more and more vigorous.

What's so ...... What the hell is going on?

Moreover, Yang Zhen seemed to be in a fugue, his eyes were blank, but his body and sword skills were becoming more and more powerful, which made the middle-aged monk feel like a dream.

If you don't fight, you can't fight anymore, and if you continue to fight, you'll be so tired.

The middle-aged monk roared, and a surging wave erupted, the long sword dragon groaned, and a sword was thrown out, and suddenly a desperate posture rushed towards Yang Zhen.

Yang Zhen really flashed to the side in an elegant manner.

The middle-aged monk turned around and ran!

Yang Zhen, who was still a little bit close to figuring out what was going on with Jindan, was suddenly stunned, and when he saw that the middle-aged monk actually turned his head and ran, he suddenly broke his epiphany state, jumped to his feet and scolded and chased after him.

"Why do you stop for me, a Yuan Infant Monk in the hall runs away without a fight, what does it look like, how will you mix in the Yuan Infant Realm in the future?"

The middle-aged monk staggered, turned his head and glared at Yang Zhen viciously, and said, "If you have the ability, you can catch up, and if you catch up, I will fight you, are you sick in the brain?"

Yang Zhen oh yo, compared to the speed, he has never been intimidated, and a terrifying wave suddenly erupted under his feet, and in the midst of the rolling white clouds, he pulled a long shadow towards the middle-aged monk.

This chase, Yang Zhen was surprised.

The middle-aged monk didn't fight very well, but the speed was ridiculously fast, and the speed was fast and slow, in order to prevent Yang Zhen from bombarding from behind, he could also make an arc dodge.

"What the hell is this...... Snakeskin, huh?"

Yang Zhen angrily chased and scolded: "Hey, that infant monk in front, your girlfriend has fallen!"

"Damn, you stop Lao Tzu, it's shameless, if you can't beat it, you can run, what kind of ability is it?"

"Who's that, your mother called you home for dinner, hey!"

......

The middle-aged monk's face turned red and turned to iron, no matter how Yang Zhen scolded, he just didn't look back.

Along the way, the monks they met were all stunned, looking up blankly as a Jindan monk chased after a Yuan Infant monk all the way, scolding and scolding in his mouth, and his scalp was numb when he looked at each other.

Yang Zhen's mouth was dry when he scolded, and the middle-aged monk didn't reply a word, and he met some Jindan monks along the way, and he lost his temper for a while, and simply took out a lot of heavenly treasures from his arms.

"Brother, come back and fight me, will you give you all this?"

Rumble!

All the monks below looked at each other for a while, staring at the heavenly treasure in Yang Zhen's hand, and their eyes lit up.