Invincibility Starts with Full Attributes

One hundred?

Hearing Yang Zhen's words, there was an urge to turn around and walk away.

If there is no such chat, how can people get down?

God your sister's one hundred, why don't you say it is a thousand?

Not to mention Yueyazi and others, even Yunla and others were startled, filled with joy and waiting for Yun Zhen, whose face was crackling, almost lying on the ground staggeringly, looking at Yang with a look of embarrassment. true.

How dare you say this bastard?

Ink smoke and Wutao plus Jinheng three people, looked at each other, all with a bitter smile on their faces. For Yang Zhen's character with open mouth, they can accept it, but they must have a degree. Hundreds of Dao, let alone Crescent Moon and others, but they don't believe it.

Only the cheap cat looked like a tall cat, standing on Yang Zhen’s shoulders and standing on his shoulders. He squinted and looked at the sky with a deep face. Although the minor tone of the mouth was quirky, everyone had never heard of it. , But it has a very infectious feeling, and it's a little nice.

What song is this?

Let Yang Zhen and the cheap cat, two obviously nonsense guys, seem to have a feeling of being in a height.

But this...

"How invincible... how lonely..."

Listen to this word, it makes people have the urge to strangle Yang Zhen, the **** cat **** just put on the posture, Yang Zhen this **** really feels that he has really cultivated a hundred heavens, it looks like no one in this head, Exaggerated than Crescent Moon.

Crescent Moon finally reacted, dumbfoundedly looking at Yang Zhen, and asked in surprise: "One, one hundred?"

"Yeah, there was limited time at the time, and Ben Sao Sheng also had a little pain, so he forcibly stopped. If I knew it, I would exercise more and exercise more, and then I might be able to cultivate 200 ways."

Yang Zhen said that this is not a nonsense. Even with the horror of the dragon body, Yang Zhen can't bear the severe pain in the end. It is a huge pain that can make people doubt life. The whole The body seemed to be shredded one by one and sprinkled with salt.

Crescent Moon's complexion became flamboyant, which was angry, and stared at Yang Zhen directly and violently: "Yang Zhen, how can you be like this, can you speak in a reliable way, betrayed, one hundred, two Baidao, do you think anyone will believe it?"

Anxious!

Yun La saw that Crescent Moon was finally in a hurry, and she felt a lot relieved. She sang a few chants in her hands, but she dared not talk.

If Yang Zhen "really tells the truth" that he cultivated twenty Tianhua words, Yun La might still be able to squeeze the crescent moon with two sentences, but Yang Zhen opened his mouth for a hundred words, and the monk could not lie, Lord Yang!

What a pity chance, Yun La's face is also fancy, I really want to laugh and step forward, give the crescent moon girl a face look!

Crescent moon stomped his feet, and a group of monks behind him were even more stunned, but with the lesson of the young monk, no one dared to discuss Yang Zhen in case, in case Wu Tao’s little violent female figure shook a little, Maybe someone will be slapped again.

At this moment, Yang Zhen suddenly sighed, and said to the cheap cat with infinite melancholy: "Look at this day!"

"True blue!"

"Look at this place!"

"Sand!"

"Look at the truth of Ben Sao Sheng!"

"How no one believes?"

One person, one cat, one sentence for me, the perfect fit, and the look of melancholy on the faces of the two people. The hearts of everyone are magically soft, and they feel so lonely!

Do you want to believe Yang Zhen a little bit?

As soon as the idea came out, everyone shivered.

Bie Qi Niang Zhi, believe a ghost under a small, who believes who is stupid!

Who can cultivate the small method to a hundred?

Are these two **** eggs poisonous?

Crescent Moon gritted her teeth straight, but there were so many people around Yang Zhen, and Yun La and ink smoke were there. She didn't dare to move, and her eyes fluttered, and giggled and said:

"Yang Daoyou is really funny, one hundred is one hundred, what you say is what, the time is not early, the slave family will go back to life, you can rest assured that the slave family will bring back the news that you cultivated a hundred heavens. Yaochi Holy Land."

Hearing Crescent Moon's words, everyone around was sorrowful. Crescent Moon is worthy of this situation. In this case, it can be tolerated, and it becomes so cleverly smiling that it looks like a pleasing feeling.

Especially when the men present heard Crescent Moon's crisp voice claiming to be a slave's house, his heart was all crisp.

Even Yang Zhen, the guy who had even heard of the maid, was so shocked to hear the word slave.

This... Master and servant, really can't afford it.

Yang Zhen nodded and said, "Thank you Miss Sister."

Crescent Moon seemed to like Miss Sister's name that she couldn't hear on weekdays. Wen Yan blinked her eyes and asked with a pretty face, "Can the slave's house go?"

Hearing this, ink smoke snorted coldly, just about to speak, Yang Zhen grinned and nodded, "Of course... can't go!"

The smile on Crescent Moon's face suddenly froze, staring at Yang Zhen and said, "Yang Zhen, there is no deep hatred between you and me, not even conflicts. Do you want to leave me unsuccessful?"

"You still call yourself a slave, so it's more pleasing to the eye!" Yang Zhen waved his hand, blinked at Crescent Moon, and said, "You haven't answered Ben Sao Sheng's question, of course you can't leave!"

"Question?" Crescent Moon was obviously surrounded by Yang Zhen and asked dumbly, "What's the problem?"

With that, Crescent Moon reacted violently, stomping his teeth and said: "This is the Western Region, it is the Western Region, yes, you have come to the Western Region, bastard, you wait for the old lady!"

Seeing the crescent moon's irritability stomping away almost step by step, everyone has a dumbfounded look.

The three witches of the Magic Gate do not know how many admirers there are in the Western Regions. Which young man is not particularly pleasing on weekdays, but now Yang Zhen actually trembles with the crescent three witches.

Finished!

Everyone was amazed by what Yang Zhen did, not to mention the cultivation of a hundred Dao Tianhua, or even the cultivation of a thousand Dao, he would certainly die, and could not walk out of the Western Region alive.

Furthermore, Yang Zhen said that he had cultivated a hundred heavens by himself. This... this is simply the nonsense of the Western Region in the next year. To what extent do people who are stupid want to believe?

The ink smoke giggled and couldn't straighten Yang Zhen's shoulders: "Bor... borrow your shoulders..."

A good witch, who laughed and became a little hen, saw the eyes of a group of people almost staring out.

Yun La laughed bitterly and said, "Brother Yang should not be so reckless. Twenty heavens are enough to cause a sensation in the entire Western Region. Why should Brother Yang exaggerate!"

Yang Zhen blinked and said, "Guess what?"

Yun La couldn't help crying, and said bitterly: "Now Crescent Moon will go back and publicize it. I'm afraid it won't be long before even the entire Western Region will know. UU will read the book www.uukanshu.com When the time comes...you..."

"Yes, I am Yang Zhen. I really cultivated a hundred ways of Tianhua, deceiving people are puppies..."

Yang Zhen was brazenly advocating himself in the crowd, and no one in the eyes: "After you go back, you will also help the propaganda and propaganda of Ben Sao Sheng. Ben Sao Sheng is going to date the three saints to eat candlelight dinner, Now that you have been observing it for so long, do you know how great it is?

Hearing Yang Zhen's words, Yun La stumbled under her feet and squatted on the ground to shut herself.

Shente's date with the Three Saints to eat candlelight dinner, do you know what your words mean?

If the crescent moon's admirer is one tenth of the Western Region, the admirer of the Three Saints is almost nine tenths of the remaining, or even more.

Yang Zhen, asshole, dare to say anything!

Don't you need to sleep? Two o'clock, three o'clock, and even one five o'clock. Your reminder is more chic. Nanfeng wants to cry a little.

(End of this chapter)