Chapter 747: It’s just 100!

Jump to the sky... Miss Sister?
　　 Hearing such weird words, everyone present was stunned.
　　Where did everyone hear such weird things? After stunned, they all looked back in the direction where the sound came from, twisting their necks in a uniform movement, and twisting their mouths wide open, and their faces full of stunned.
　　 Crescent Moon looked blankly from the air toward the sound, and a strange look flashed on his face.
　　 The young lady who jumped to the sky?
　　 Now within ten miles, she is the only one in the sky, but what is the young lady who jumps to the sky?
When Crescent Moon set his eyes on a group of people not far away, his face suddenly became gloomy, he immediately giggled, leaped, and smirked, said with a smile: "Who is my Dao, Brother Yunla, why, Yun Didn’t Brother La return to Beiyu, but now he is back?

Among the comers, Yun La folded his hands together and sang the Buddha's trumpet. He looked like a monk, but everyone could see that the feeling of excitement on his face could not be concealed.
　　 What a ghost is so happy?
　　 There are many people in the crowd who have seen Yun La's ridiculed complexion. Seeing Yun La's expression on his face at this moment, he was slightly stunned and immediately looked at the people around Yun La.
Yun La's side, the witch's ink smoke, needless to say, the smiles on the faces of the two witches became strange when they met. The witch is the witch, and every smile makes people creepy, but the two witches are really too It's charming, it's creepy, and it makes people forget about it.
　　The little girl Wu Tao is also very famous. Don’t look at a small person, but he is an out-and-out calcined monk. His body is extremely fast, and he has the power to kill a monk of the same level with a fist.
　　Jin Heng, the little fat man who doesn’t seem to have a sense of presence, is always smiling and gives a deep impression. Many people are impressed by this guy who looks honest and honest, but is also a natural person.
Yun La and the four other people who went to Beiyu were all present. Behind them were a dozen people. They all looked very powerful. One of them took the lead and looked a bit erotic. A sense of consternation.
　　 It seems that this group of people actually took him as the head, and the rest raised their hands to the feet, all paying attention to his every move.
　　 Seeing this scene, everyone reacted and looked at Yun La with a horrified look.
　　 Yunla and others were able to appear here, only to explain one thing, that is, the people of Tianyu in Beiyu were all brought back to the Western Region by Yunla.
　　 Of these ten people, there are six people who are dependent on heaven?
　　 Doesn't that say, among these six people, there is a person named Yang Zhen?
　　……
　　 After thinking of this, everyone's eyes were all shining, sweeping from the body of ten people, and finally all fell on the young monk who was led by the young hangerlang.
　　Dare to make such an arrogant gesture, who else can be besides Yang Zhen, who "cultivated" twenty heavens?
　　 Crescent Moon's gaze also became strange, and came to Yun La and others. Although he was talking with Yun La, his eyes fell on Yang Zhen.
　　 "I just spoke to this girl, but you?"
Hearing Crescent Moon’s words, everyone behind Crescent Moon was interested. This person is probably the legendary Yang Zhen, and whether he cultivated twenty days or twenty-five days, just need Just ask to know.
　　If it was the past, being ignored by Crescent Moon, Yun La might get angry.
But I don’t know why. At this time, he was so angry that he saw Crescent Moon turning to Yang Zhen. He looked very interested in Yang Zhen. Instead of being angry, he was excited and his heart was beating. Out.
　　Beiqi Niang, the Buddha of Nida, if the environment is not suitable, Yun La might press the heart and calm down the excitement.
　　 This Crescent Moon is so empty of sight on weekdays that so many people surround her, almost without thinking, must be talking about his bad words, and what bad words can he say at this time?
　　 must have exaggerated the fact that he actually threatened that someone had cultivated to twenty heavens, and looked at the expressions of those behind Crescent Moon.
　　 One of these people is counted, all waiting to read the joke, waiting to see his Yunla's joke.
　　 Yun La has used the most civilized language in his heart for ten times, but he still keeps a smile on his face, and he has to make his hands feel like a wave of peace.
　　 Actually, Yun La is not only not shocked, but he just wants to have a cup of coffee to celebrate, happy.
　　 Apparently, Crescent Moon still couldn't figure out who she was facing, but this was Yang Zhen, a few breathers who almost made his mentality completely collapse.
　　Yun La looked at Yang Zhen with burning eyes, waiting for Yang Zhen to speak, they were all a bit impatient.
　　 "Boy, didn't you hear the girl Crescent Moon talking to you?"
A young monk beside him snorted, stood two steps forward in front of Crescent Moon, and looked at Yang Zhen coldly: "You are the Yang Zhen who threatened to practice twenty-five days of Tianhua, and you really think of yourself as Heavenly people, let’s say, what kind of blind eye did you use to get 25 days of Tianhua, even Brother Yunla and others have cheated?"
　　 The young monk in front of him looked like a talented man, and he spoke well, not only saved the face that Crescent Moon was ignored, but also offended Yun La. It was a personal talent.
　　 But the young monk who didn't offend on both sides, only offended Yang Zhen.
　　 Crescent Moon looked at Yang Zhen with a smile, not seemingly stopping the young monk.
　　 Yunla and others also watched their noses, noses, and hearts, but in fact all paid attention to Yang Zhen's every move.
　　The young monk saw that Yang Zhen didn't speak, and the expression on his face became more complacent. Just about to speak, Yang Zhen suddenly coughed.
Snapped!
　　 came a clear voice, as if something was slapped, the young monk stayed, screamed and flew out, and fell to the ground with a puff, covering his face and wailing.
　　 No one could see how the man flew out, just lying on the ground and howling, his face was swollen, and he didn't get up.
Yang Zhen yelled, pointing at the young monk and said, "Don't be fooled, it's a long time, and it's going to lie to people in the light of the sun, right? All the friends present should testify to Ben Sao Sheng. Ben Sao Sheng is standing here. If he didn't move, he flew out with a swish, and the erroneous people didn't do that erroneously anyway, so please put your face in the hands of the holy saint of Ben Sao."
　　Poof!
　　 Hearing Yang Zhenzhen's words, the young monk's face was blue, and a spit of old blood became a fountain.
　　 erroneous?
　　Come on your sister, didn't you see someone just passing by?
　　 Everyone on the scene saw ~EbookFREE.me~ flashed away, petite, but they didn't see who it was. Anyway, the group of people behind Yang Zhen didn't move.
At this time, Crescent Moon glanced down on the ground and comatose. His face was swollen like a bun-like monk. He glanced at Wu Tao behind Yang Zhen. A strange look flashed on his face. , More and more curious.
　　 "You haven't answered this question, are you Yang Zhen who has cultivated twenty heavens?"
　　Looking at Crescent Moon's cheeky smile, Yang Zhen nodded solemnly and said, "Sister, you didn't answer Ben Sao Sheng's question, is this the Western Region?"
　　 "You!" Crescent Moon's face sank. In the face of ink smoke, Yang Zhen was so slammed. Where Crescent Moon swallowed this breath, just about to speak, Yang Zhen's words came again quietly.
　　 "Ben Sao Sheng is called Yang Zhen, but it is not Yang Zhen who cultivated twenty heavens."
Crescent Moon froze, giggled, and looked at Yun La sideways, "It seems that you are more honest than some people. Since you are not cultivating twenty heavens, can you tell me that you are cultivating it?" How many?"
　　 Hearing this, everyone was interested and looked at Yang Zhen with a scorching eye.
　　Under the eyes of all eyes, Yang Zhen had not spoken yet, but the cheap cat on his shoulder coughed, carrying his hands, and looked at the sky deeply.
　　 "How invincible... how lonely..."
　　At the same time, Yang Zhen's deep voice came: "Not many, not many, just a hundred."
　　Everyone was petrified, and they were all forced.