Chapter 320: Going to Su's boudoir?

Woke up!
Yang Zhen woke up!
Seeing Yang Zhen open his eyes, everyone was taken aback, and even Su everyone subconsciously took hold of Khan Rou's hand, and there was something unbelievable in his expression.
"It's impossible. It took less than a quarter of an hour. Yang Zhen woke up. Did he give up comprehending Yuntai?"
"Abandoned?" Khan Rou looked pale and shook his head: "No, Brother Yang Zhen is not such a quitter."
Seeing the firmness in Khan Rou's eyes, Su everyone looked dumbfounded, and looked around in surprise.
Gan Bailin laughed and clapped his hands on the chopping board. A genius inscription burst out suddenly, condensed in the air, and the Huxiao Mountain forest map became more violent, and the waves rolled up and down, rushing towards Yang Zhen.
"It's only now that I think of resistance, it's too late!" Gan Bailin sneered and stared at Yang Zhen's eyes: "Let's not say that you can only practice in the virtual period, even if you use the true yuan to fight the talent inscription, you can't hold it, even if you If you can resist it, you will lose!"
Gan Bailin burst into a thud, and his voice was sonorous: "Talent competition, if you use something other than the inscription of talent, even if you lose!"
Hearing this, everyone was stunned!
Gan Bailin had already finished painting, but Yang Zhen didn’t even take the pen. At this time, anyone can only use the real yuan to carry it, and it’s too late to paint!
And as Gan Bailin said, once Yang Zhen uses Zhenyuan, Yang Zhen has already lost this contest!
Everyone looked at Yang Zhen in consternation. Su Jia and Khan Rou held their hands tighter and tighter. Although they didn't care much about the competition between Yang Zhen and Gan Bailin, at this time, the competition between the two had obviously reached the top The crucial moment!
No one is optimistic about Yang Zhen!
In this case, Yang Zhen will almost certainly lose!
However, at this moment, Yang Zhen suddenly stood up, his coat was fierce, and his momentum was violent.
Seeing Yang Zhen explode, everyone was startled and startled.
"Who said..." Yang Zhen smiled at the corner of his mouth, looked at the tiger's roaring forest in the air, the terrifying tiger came alive, fierce and fierce, and then said: "Who said you must use Zhenyuan to fight?"
"What?" Gan Bailin shuddered, his expression gloomy.
At the next moment, Gan Bailin's face changed wildly and hissed: "No, this is impossible!"
Yang Zhen laughed and waved, and a monstrous dark golden inscription burst out, and in a blink of an eye it became overwhelming. The dark golden inscription that covered the sky was only a meal in the air, and suddenly gathered toward the air in front of Yang Zhen. Here.
The figure dressed up by a warrior gradually condensed out, come alive, lifelike, like a real person, but only taller.
"Dark golden talent inscription!" Su everyone exclaimed, extremely rare gaffe, with a look of surprise and unbelievable.
"What!" Everyone was taken aback and subconsciously stepped back two steps.
"Condensed into... people?"
"Impossible, how can the inscription of talent be condensed into primate humans, this... this must not be the inscription of talent!"
Kuang Rou burst into a burst of ecstatic light, holding Su everyone's hand and said: "Star talent, this is star talent, right sister?"
Su everyone looked blank, nodded subconsciously, and muttered to himself: "The stars are talented. It took less than a quarter of an hour. Yang Zhen realized the Yuntai, communicated the world and the stars, and mastered the talents of the stars. This... …What kind of talent and creativity is this?"
In between everyone's suspicious looks, the inscription in the sky with naked upper body silhouette suddenly stared, screaming, and between the waving of his right hand, a long stick condensed out suddenly, the white eyes that flew in the air E fierce tiger rushed away.
And after seeing the middle-aged man whose talented inscriptions condensed, the white-faced tiger with a dazzling eye actually showed a horrified expression and turned to run!
"No!" Gan Bailin stumbled back, and looked at the middle-aged man in the mid-air with the dark golden talent inscription in disbelief. He looked roaringly: "It's impossible, how can someone paint from nothing, you... What are you doing?"
Yang Zhen glanced at the middle-aged man in midair, his face showing a nostalgic look, muttering to himself: "Go, Takejiro!"
Roar--!
In a roar, Wu Erlang leapt forward, riding on the eye-catching white-fronted tiger is a chaotic fist, violent and chic, a group of Sao!
Yang Zhen laughed and said, "This is what it is. This is what it is. This is the true inscription of talent, the stars and the world, connecting the worlds!"
With that in mind, Yang Zhen glanced at Gan Bailin, and his face showed a non-smiling expression. When he waved, a black-faced man with black hair and black beard condensed in the air, his eyes were rounded, and he roared. , Deaf and stunned, also jumped forward, rushing towards the white-fronted tiger in the midair.
Yang Zhen raised his eyebrows and said to Gan Bailin: "Damn, my brother Kuai is here. This is even more fierce. One person picks a litter of tigers. Come here. You can draw a few more, otherwise it will not be enough! "
boom--!
Wu Erlang punched his on the buttocks of the white-fronted tiger with his eyes. The white-fronted tiger with his eyes wailed and turned his head to make a mouthful, but he was grabbed by the head of the man Kui, and threw it round towards Wu Erlang.
boom--!
Another two punches fell on the white-fronted tiger with hanging eyes, and the white-fronted tiger with eyes suddenly wailed and scattered in the air.
Yang Zhen froze, turned his head to look at Gan Bailin, and said anxiously: "Oh, lying trough, sorry, the two buddies are too fierce, accidentally killed you, or...you draw two more, Just two!"
A group of people around looked dumbfounded, and after hearing Yang Zhen's words, the corners of his mouth twitched.
Damn, can you be cheaper?
Gan Bailin finally draws a white-faced tiger with a dazzling eye, and he is tired of being a grandson. He was ravaged to death by your two big men, but you are still not satisfied. Let Gan Bailin draw two more?
puff!
Gan Bailin vomited out his old blood, and some of him was destroyed by the inscription of talent, and more was angry by Yang Zhen's cheap look.
"Yang Zhen, don't deceive people too much!"
Yang Zhen pouted, turned bored, and turned toward the cloud platform, said boringly: "Damn, didn't you just jump a moment ago, Ben Sao Sheng thought you were ready to be ravaged. weak!"
Turns out... so weak?
Gan Bailin was shocked all over his face, his face flushed red, his expression fierce, and he roared, as if mad, and a group of horrible real elements burst out of his body. In the roar, he rushed towards Yang Zhen.
"Young Master Yang, be careful!" Su everyone exclaimed and hurriedly reminded Yang Zhen.
Yang Zhen blinked at Su everyone, without looking back, and waved swiftly, standing in the same place dumbly in the eyes of two big men, suddenly burst out of a gleam, rushing towards Gan Bailin.
"No, you...what are you doing...ah!"
A tragic cry came, and the two big men raised their fists in sandbags, and facing Gan Bailin was a violent storm like a hammer!
After a while, Gan Bailin lay on the ground like a dog, wailing constantly, and could not even raise his head and stare at Yang Zhen.
Yang Zhenyao waved his hand at Gan Bailin and said, "Big brother, next time you pretend, look at people. For so long, you haven't seen it. Ben Sao Sheng actually didn't put you in the eye. , But you call out on your own, are you tired?"
puff!
Gan Bailin spit out another blood~EbookFREE.me~ His head was slack and his head was slack and his eyes were loose, muttering to himself: "Impossible, impossible, I am the man of fate, hahaha, I am willing Bai Lin is Gan Bai Lin!"
"No, Master Gan is crazy!"
"No, I'm not crazy. My Gan Bailin is the son of destiny. How can I be crazy? You... you people, do you really want to be crazy?"
Everyone shook their heads, with a look of regret, but no one showed a pity look.
Su Yingying came to Yang Zhen, lowered her eyebrows, then looked up at Yang Zhen and asked, "Young Master Yang, can you come and talk?"
what?
Hearing this, everyone was stunned, especially those male monks with strong flesh, Qi Qi turned his attention to Yang Zhen. If his eyes could kill people, Yang Zhen might have died hundreds of times now!
Lay down?
Su Daran invited Yang Zhen to her boudoir alone?