System: Auto Pickup Is On

Zhoucheng, high sky and flowing fire.

At the gate of the city, a humanoid sculpture with a height of one hundred feet still stood proudly holding a sword.

Cast from crystal stone, it is lifelike. This is a statue of Wuxuan in Zhoucheng. Every stone is smooth and flat, and every detail strives to be true. The spar reflects the brilliance of the sun and tells the vicissitudes of the city for thousands of years.

The long sword pointed directly at Lie Yang, the solemn expression of the stone statue, and the firm eyes seemed to be asking the world a profound question.

"Why am I not wearing clothes?"

The towering city wall exudes misty white smoke, and the formation guardian spar on the city gate looks hazy, adding a sense of illusion.

The soldiers guarding the city, half leaning half against the shade of the city gate, smiled and watched the teams entering and leaving the city.

The city gate is so high and wide that it is difficult for birds to enter. Crowded, like mighty rivers and rivers.

Several square tables were set up at the city gate, and several soldiers held paper and pens to register all the merchants and pedestrians entering the city.

"Name, age, where do you come from, is there any goods?"

A soldier looked at the ragged man with a broken sword in his waist and asked aloud.

"Yang Zhen, sixteen years old, has just returned from the Nether Forest, and there is only a thin horse beside him!"

With that said, Yang Zhen hugged the head of the skinny horse beside him so that the soldiers could see it clearly.

The thin horse suddenly opened its mouth wide, spraying the soldier's face with saliva.

All the merchants and guards guarding the city cast strange glances at Yang Zhen.

It seems that the name Yang Zhen shocked them a lot!

"Yang Zhen? Are you Yang Zhen?"

Yang Zhen looked at them, waved his hands and smiled, "That's right, it's me."

No one paid any attention to what Yang Zhen said, but just looked at him dully. Suddenly, a sharp female voice sounded from the crowd.

"Yang Zhen is back!"

The sound went straight into the sky and drifted with the wind.

At the next moment, all the people around, no matter how big or small, started to flee desperately. A few old women who are over sixty years old also hobbled out.

All the guards looked at Yang Zhen with extremely weird eyes.

Looking around, Yang Zhen chuckled and said, "Sure enough, it's still a familiar cry, a familiar feeling, familiar is good!"

Gently patting the head of the skinny horse beside him, Yang Zhen suddenly turned his head and said to the soldiers beside him, "I don't have to pay the city tax."

The soldier nodded again and again, how dare he say no.

After tidying up his clothes, Yang Zhen wiped some saliva on his palms and tidied up his hair.

The so-called head can be broken, blood can be shed, wife can be changed, and hairstyle can't be messed up. It's hard to come back, so naturally I have to be more energetic. In this way, some beautiful woman might fall in love with her while walking on the street. Who can say for sure about fate.

After ripping off his tattered clothes full of holes, Yang Zhen walked up to the statue, looked up at the bottom of the statue, and took a picture of himself through the two smooth and round objects.

"Sure enough, he's still so handsome!"

Yang Zhen grinned, and didn't care whether the dusty, sallow, thin, plain-looking man in the spar reflection was handsome. Just talking about the clothes on his body and the broken shoes with all ten toes exposed, it has absolutely nothing to do with the word chic.

Turning his head around and pulling up the skinny horse, Yang Zhen held his head high and walked towards the city in a figure-of-eight gait.

"Yang Zhen is back, everyone run away!"

Shouts continued to ring out in the street.

Immediately afterwards, countless rotten cabbages, tomatoes, and rotten eggs flew from all directions.

Those women and old women who escaped just now reappeared one after another, throwing things at Yang Zhen desperately.

"Smash you bastard to death, you still have the face to come back!"

"It really is a scourge for thousands of years. Can't the poisonous insects Demonic Beasts in the Nether Forest kill you?"

"Yang Zhen, go to hell!"

"Everyone, use your strength and throw this bastard to death!"

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Yang Zhen strolled among the flying rotten eggs and rotten cabbage, his smile remained undiminished, and his pace was not slow.

His body seemed to have eyes, and he was able to avoid all flying things on his own.

It's just that the skinny horse who was following him suffered, was smashed all over his body, and kept neighing at Yang Zhen.

Yang Zhen said with a smile: "Old horse, don't worry, they are welcoming us! You see, when the general returns home in triumph, the ground is covered with flowers. Although we are covered with cabbage and tomatoes, the scene is even more spectacular! "

As he said that, Yang Zhen turned sideways slightly, and a few more rotten eggs hit the skinny horse's face directly.

The skinny horse lowered its head, completely speechless.

Following such a master, it can only consider itself unlucky.

Yang Zhen happily waved to the people around him, and occasionally he would say hello to someone he knew.

"Aunt Wang, how is your girl doing recently? Has she looked more juicy?"

"Uncle Zhao, is your niece married? Would you like to send her to me, including room and board!"

Yang Zhen yelled happily, but the people he greeted all started yelling, and threw out all the things that could be thrown at hand. In the end, there was nothing left to throw, and even took off their own shoes.

Yang Zhen didn't care at all, he moved flexibly and dodged easily.

Suddenly, two cold lights rushed out from the crowd and came to Yang Zhen like a gust of wind.

One in front and one in back, they are extremely sharp.

The cold light was hidden among the cabbage and tomatoes all over the sky, and it was impossible to see with the naked eye.

But Yang Zhen suddenly raised his hand and pulled out the broken sword from his waist. With a wave of his hand, two cold lights were cut back by his sword.

bang bang! Among the crowd, there were two muffled sounds.

A few happy women who were throwing it suddenly found that the man beside them had collapsed to the ground, with a dagger on his neck for no reason, and blood was bubbling, and the woman suddenly fainted from fright. People around also fled one after another, and shouted loudly. Countless people on the street looked at Yang Zhen in shock, with fear on their faces.

Yang Zhen flicked his hand and inserted the sword back, everything happened in an instant, no one saw his movements clearly.

Slowly, Yang Zhen smiled and said: "Old horse, welcome to my hometown, a place where I don't know how many people want me to die."

The thin horse exhaled hot air from its nose and rolled its eyes, as if it seemed to disdain Yang Zhen's statement.

Yang Zhen touched the old horse's head and said: "Of course, this place is not comparable to the Nether Forest."

Walking through the streets and alleys, the crowds around gradually thinned out, and before he knew it, Yang Zhen had already come to a high-rise courtyard.

There is only this one family in the whole street.

Being able to occupy a house on a street in Zhoucheng is definitely not something that ordinary merchant officials can do.

The two large characters on the gate are "Yang's Mansion!"

Yang Zhen took a deep breath and said softly: "Zhoucheng, try it out. Hmph! I'm back, and the number one is mine!"