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　　Wanquan was enraged, and a terrible air wave swept through the entire hall. All the disciples who were low-level were appalled and then retreated, fearing they would be affected by the pond fish.

Changyue Zhenren took a deep look at Yang Zhen, stood in front of Yang Zhen, and said to Wan Quan: "Wan Zhang, tell me everything, just rely on the words of one side of your disciple, and I will give you Yuanzong. An account, are you too domineering?"

　　 Boom!

　　 A violent true element also broke out in the real person of Changyue, confronting Wanquan.

　　 The terror wave erupted by the two people is like a tornado, which is terrifying under the clear distinction.

　　Yang Zhen couldn't see what the two were doing, but felt that under this power fluctuation, he seemed to have no strength to fight back. This feeling was a bit uncomfortable. Sure enough, he had to hurry up and practice.

　　 Two magnificent waves tumbling up and down, competing in the chamber in the hall, not giving each other away, the rest of the people were stunned and horrified.

Lu Cheng raised his hand back and waved a terror wave like a mad dragon. They separated the two men and laughed like an old fox. Yang Zhen secretly practicing other skills and martial arts is a taboo, but in front of him If someone learns martial arts from others, it is not a taboo, but a great contribution.

　　 "Wan Zhang Shao An is not irritable, this thing is too bizarre, even if you and I have counted on others countless times, and can not learn the other's skills and skills, you and I might as well listen to what Yang Zhen said?"

With Dayanfeng Leijian in front, Lu Chenghui really looked forward to Yang Zhen, but this kind of thing was too bizarre as he said, but looking at Wan Quan and Duan Langcai's madness, it really was A little relieved, if not tense, Lu Cheng could laugh out loud on the spot.

　　 Rao is so, Lu Chenghui's face is almost smoking.

Wan Quan also knew that he couldn't please himself here, he simply took his breath, stared at Yang Zhen coldly, and said, "Then let him speak for himself, if he really learnt my Zongmen ghost sword , Presumably Lu master knows what to do."

　　Lu Cheng hummed back and asked Yang Zhen eccentrically: "Yang Zhen, what the **** is going on with you, you can rest assured that if you are right, no one can hurt you in Shang Yuanzong!"

　　 As the head of the Shang Yuanzong, Lu Chenghui still has the momentum. The words are powerful, and Wan Quan's face is blue, but he can't attack.

　　Yang Zhen waited for this sentence. In this way, he had the entire Shang Yuanzong behind him. He was not afraid of Wanquan, the old miscellaneous hair blowing his beard, and staring.

　　If Lu Cheng returns indiscriminately, Yang Zhen can only kill him all the way. Although he may be seriously injured, he may die directly, but it is absolutely impossible to humiliate him.

　　 Even if he died, Yang Zhen was confident to bring a few old guys to accompany him. The power of Zhenyuan's self-explosion was not a joke.

　　Now Lu Chenghui does not hesitate to offend Shi Jianmen and also wants to protect him, but it makes Yang Zhen feel a sense of belonging to Shang Yuanzong for the first time.

Under everyone's attention, Yang Zhen was wronged and said, "I accidentally entered a cave when I was **** a few days ago. When I discovered the spirit of washing in it, I thought about collecting it. It’s time to go in too, and indiscriminately shouted at my disciple...”

　　 "Fuck!" Wan Quan sighed and said, "Why would wave call your grandpa for no reason?"

　　Yang Zhen looked innocent, mumbled: "Brother Duan is unique, everyone knows his character, who can say what he does?"

　　 "It's a nonsense!" Wan Quan sneered and said, "I'll ask you, what's the matter with the ghost sword you have?"

　　Yang Zhen said blankly: "What ghost sword?"

After seeing this, Duan Lang hurriedly pointed at Yang Zhen and said, "Yang Zhen, dare to be a dare, don't you pretend to be my patriarch's ancestor, lie to me ghost sword, my injuries are caused by ghost sword, no matter what No matter how you quibble, this is an indisputable fact."

With that said, Duan Lang turned around and said to Wan Quan: "Master Zun, Yang Zhen will definitely be a ghost sword. The words and sentences of his disciples are true. If there is any deception, he is willing to bear the pain of the ten thousand robbery and die. Forever reincarnation."

　　 The voice just fell, and suddenly there was a thunderous thunder in the air, and the terrifying Tianwei was terrible and terrifying.

　　Yang Zhen was startled, and the poison oath at the mouth suddenly swallowed back into his stomach. It was really thundering. It seems that he can't just take a poison oath in the future.

　　 When he saw Duan Lang, he even made such a vicious oath. Everyone's face was a little ugly, and they all turned to Yang Zhen.

　　 "Yang Zhen, have you ever learned Ghost Sword?" Lu Cheng asked with a frown.

　　Yang Zhen sneered and said, "Master Zun, the ghost sword of the Shijianmen is nothing more than ground-level garbage martial arts, and the disciples are still looking down upon them."

　　 Hearing this, everyone took a breath, and the ground-level martial arts did not look down on them. What martial arts could be seen on?

　　Duan Lang sneered again and again, glanced at the top of his head with fear, and saw that there was no thunder, and then sneered and said to Yang Zhen: "Dare you swear poison?"

　　Yang Zhen said with a smile: "Why don't you dare, if I practice the ground-level ghost sword of Shijianmen, I will suffer the punishment of thunder and punishment, and the souls and spirits will be destroyed!"

　　 Thunder punishment! Souls are destroyed!

　　The ending of the two monks in Youzhou Mainland was said to be out of Yang Zhen's mouth. The words were thunderous, and everyone who heard them looked horrified and took a breath.

　　 "You..." Duan Lang only pointed at Yang Zhen angrily, looking at the top of his head, seeming to wonder why Tianfei Leijie didn't kill Yang Zhen's bastard.

After waiting for a long time, Thunder Tribulation did not come, and Duan Lang threw himself down and knelt in front of Wanquan, howling and said: "Master Master, the disciples' injuries are definitely left by the ghost sword, you have to make the decision for me Ah, please ask Master Master to take action to force out the ghost sword of Yang Zhen, a sinister and cunning man."

Lu Cheng returned to see Wan Quan’s face turned black, knowing that this matter was tangled in this way and could not tell why. UU reading www.uukanshu.com simply asked Yang Zhen: "Yang Zhen, let me ask you , Did you practice martial arts similar to ghost swords?"

　　 Wan Quan snorted, stared at the landing and said back: "Luzhangmen's question is a bit too playful. If Yang Zhen practiced ghost sword, would he dare to admit it?"

　　Yang Zhen's grievances on her face, a look of embarrassment, said to Lu Chenghui pretending: "Master Master, the disciples really have practiced a martial art similar to the ghost sword!"

　　Dare not admit it?

　　Grandpa, I not only dare to admit it, but also limping you!

　　Poof!

　　Everyone squirted a spit in consternation, and looked at Wanquan fortunately.

　　 This is a face-slap, this is a cheeky face-slap, a slap from the mountain, and snapped on Wanquan's face.

　　The expression on Wan Quan's face was red in white and black in red. It was so wonderful.

　　Duan Lang didn't notice the expression on Wanquan's face, pointing excitedly to Yang Zhen and said: "He confessed, Master Master, he confessed, you are going to kill him!"

　　 "Shut up!" Wan Quanqi's whole body trembled, staring at Duan Lang before hating the iron, and his brain hurt.

　　However, although Wan Quan was angry, and knew that it was not time to blame Duan Langcai, he stared at Yang Zhen and asked, "Where did you learn this exercise?"

　　Everyone in the whole hall looked at Yang Zhen, the silence was a bit scary.

　　Everyone knows how Yang Zhen answered this matter today.

　　Only Liu Ruoning looked at Yang Zhen with a weird face, and bitterly smiled.

　　 Yang Zhen took a deep breath, with a nostalgic expression on his face, and his voice was low, and he talked slowly: "It was a stormy night, I was playing in the back mountain..."