Chapter 8: Grandpa Fools You

Under Wan Quan's rage, a terrifying wave of air swept across the entire hall, and all the disciples with low cultivation levels backed away in horror, for fear of being hurt by Chi Yu.

Master Changyue took a deep look at Yang Zhen, stood in front of Yang Zhen, and said to Wan Quan: "Sect Master Wan, you need to give evidence for everything. Just based on the one-sided words of the disciples of the noble family, I will go to Yuanzong to give you the proof." An explanation, you are too domineering, right?"

boom!

Daoist Changyue also erupted with a burst of violent true energy, confronting Wanquan.

The terrifying air wave erupted by the two of them was like a tornado, which made people astonished by the clear distinction.

Yang Zhen couldn't see through the cultivation bases of the two of them, but felt that under such fluctuations of power, he seemed to have no power to fight back.

Two majestic waves of air turbulently fought against each other in the main hall, refusing to give in to each other. The rest of the people were dumbfounded and horrified.

Lu Chenghui raised his hand, and a wave of terrifying air was like a mad dragon, separating the two of them, smiling like an old fox. It is taboo for Yang Zhen to practice other martial arts secretly, but in front of him It is not a big taboo to learn other people's martial arts in front of others, but a great contribution.

"Sect Master Wan, don't be restless. This matter is too bizarre. Even if you and I have fallen in love with others countless times, we still can't learn each other's martial arts. You and I might as well listen to what Yang Zhen has to say?"

With Dayan Fengleijian in front, Lu Chenghui really looked forward to Yang Zhen, but this kind of thing was too bizarre as he said, but seeing Wan Quan and Duan Langcai's distraught appearance, it was really A little relieved, if it wasn't for his tense face, Lu Chenghui might have laughed out loud on the spot.

Even so, the flesh on Lu Chenghui's face was about to twitch.

Wan Quan also knew that he couldn't do well here alone, so he simply withdrew his momentum, stared at Yang Zhen coldly, and said, "Then let him speak for himself, if he really learns my sect's ghost sword , Presumably Head Master Lu knows what to do."

Lu Chenghui snorted softly, and asked Yang Zhen with a strange expression: "Yang Zhen, tell me what's going on, don't worry, if you are right, no one can hurt you in Shangyuanzong!"

As the head of the Shangyuan Sect, Lu Chenghui still possessed the momentum, and Wan Quan's face turned livid when he heard what he said, but he couldn't get angry.

This is what Yang Zhen was waiting for. In this way, it is equivalent to having the entire Shangyuan sect behind him, and he is not afraid of Wanquan, an old bastard, blowing his beard and staring at him.

If Lu Chenghui was indiscriminate, Yang Zhen could only fight all the way out. Although he might be seriously injured or die directly, it was absolutely impossible for him to be humiliated.

Even if he died, Yang Zhen still had the confidence to bring a few old guys to accompany him. The power of the self-explosion of the true essence is not a joke.

Now that Lu Chenghui wanted to protect him even at the risk of offending Shi Jianmen, it gave Yang Zhen a sense of belonging to Shang Yuanzong for the first time.

Under everyone's gaze, Yang Zhen said with a look of grievance: "I accidentally entered a cave when I was shitting a few days ago, and I found the spiritual marrow in it, so I wanted to collect it back. It's time to go in, and I call my disciples Grandpa indiscriminately..."

"You bastard!" Wan Quan yelled heavily, and said, "Will Lang call you grandpa for no reason?"

Yang Zhen looked innocent, and muttered: "Senior brother Duan is a maverick, everyone knows his character, who can tell what he does?"

"It's a bunch of nonsense!" Wan Quan sneered and said, "Let me ask you, what's the matter with the ghost sword you master?"

Yang Zhen said blankly: "What Ghost Shadow Sword?"

Seeing this, Duan Lang hurriedly pointed at Yang Zhen and said, "Yang Zhen, do you dare to do it or not? You pretended to be my ancestor of the Sword Sect and lied to me with the Ghost Shadow Sword. The injuries on my body were caused by the Ghost Shadow Sword. No matter how you quibble, this is an indisputable fact."

With that said, Duan Lang turned around and said to Wan Quan: "Master Master, Yang Zhen will definitely know the Ghost Shadow Sword, and what the disciple said is true. If there is any deception, I am willing to bear the pain of killing my body for thousands of calamities. Forever reincarnated."

As soon as the words fell, there was a muffled thunder in mid-air, and the terrifying might of the sky was mighty and terrifying.

Yang Zhen was taken aback, and immediately swallowed the poisonous oath that reached his mouth. This is really thunderous. It seems that he can't swear any poisonous oath casually in the future.

Seeing that Duan Langcai even made such a vicious oath, everyone's expressions turned ugly, and they all turned to Yang Zhen.

"Yang Zhen, have you ever learned Ghost Shadow Sword?" Lu Chenghui frowned and asked.

Yang Zhen sneered, and said: "Master Master, the Ghost Shadow Sword of Shijianmen is just an earth-level trash martial skill, and I still don't like it."

Hearing this, everyone took a deep breath. Earth-level martial arts are not popular, so what kind of martial arts can be admired?

Duan Lang sneered again and again, and glanced at the top of his head with lingering fear. After seeing that there was no thunder striking down, he sneered and said to Yang Zhen: "Do you dare to swear poisonous oath?"

Yang Zhen said with a smile: "Why don't you dare, if I, Yang Zhen, cultivate the earth-level Ghost Shadow Sword of Shijianmen, let me suffer from the punishment of heaven and thunder, and my soul will be destroyed forever!"

Heaven's Punishment Thunder Tribulation! Destroyed!

Yang Zhen uttered the dreadful fate of the two Youzhou Continent monks, every word was like thunder, and everyone who heard it looked horrified, and they all gasped.

"You..." Duan Lang pointed at Yang Zhen angrily, looking at the top of his head eagerly, as if wondering why the Heaven's Punishment Thunder Tribulation didn't kill that bastard Yang Zhen.

After waiting for a while, the Heavenly Punishment and Thunder Tribulation did not come, so Duan Lang knelt down in front of Wan Quan with a plop, and wailed, "Master Master, the injury on this disciple's body is definitely left by the Ghost Shadow Sword, you have to make the decision for me!" Ah, please take action, master master, to force out the Ghost Shadow Sword of Yang Zhen, a sinister and cunning person."

When Lu Cheng saw that Wan Quan's face had turned black, he knew that he couldn't tell the reason for this matter after such a mess, so he simply asked Yang Zhen: "Yang Zhen, let me ask you, have you cultivated something similar to The martial skill of Ghost Shadow Sword?"

Wan Quan snorted coldly, stared at Lu Cheng and said, "Master Lu's question is a bit too childish. If Yang Zhen has practiced Ghost Shadow Sword, would he dare to admit it?"

The grievance on Yang Zhen's face was embarrassing, and he pretended to say to Lu Chenghui: "Master Master, this disciple has really cultivated a martial skill similar to the Ghost Shadow Sword!"

Dare to admit it?

Grandpa, not only do I dare to admit it, but I can also fool you!

puff!

Everyone salivated in astonishment, and looked at Wan Quan gloatingly.

This is a slap in the face, this is a red slap in the face, the slap shook the mountain, and it hit Wan Quan's face with a slap.

The expression on Wan Quan's face was white and red, and red and black, as wonderful as it could be.

Duan Lang didn't notice the expression on Wan Quan's face. He pointed at Yang Zhen excitedly and said, "He admitted it, Master Master, he admitted it. You're going to kill him!"

"Shut up!" Wan Quan trembled angrily, and glared at Duan Lang only with hatred, his head aching from anger.

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

Everyone in the entire hall was watching Yang Zhen, and the silence was a little scary.

Everyone knows that how this matter develops today depends entirely on how Yang Zhen answered.

Only Liu Ruoning looked at Yang Zhen with a strange expression, trying to hold back a smile.

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