Chapter 757: I have to pretend a little bit!

Here... brother?
Hearing what Yang Zhen said, whether it was Wan Jian or everyone outside the sky mirror, he was dumbfounded.
Where did Yang Zhen come so confidently, even in this situation and Wan Jiao's family?
Don't Yang Zhen know that even if he doesn't fear Wan Jian's terrifying strength, if Wan Jian shouts at this time, will he be surrounded by water?
Once surrounded by more than two people, Yang Zhen will definitely die, and this farce will be over.
Both Jianlao and the master of Yaosheng Palace looked at each other dullly, turned around and looked at the Three Saints, and asked in unison: "This is what you said will not put your death away?"
If this is not a matter of putting life and death aside, all the monks in the next day will cherish life to the extreme.
Is Yang Zhen playing with fire, or does he really have any strong support that can make him fearless in this situation?
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Everyone looked at the strange scene in front of them with a daze, and even forgot to say that they were all looking forward to Yang Zhen bursting out of the strength to make everyone dumbfounded, or simply stabbed to death by Wan Jian.
The feeling of the heart going up and down makes people crazy.
In fact, where everyone knows, Yang Zhen is also a bitter heart for the baby, but the baby can't say.
Damn, knowing oneself and knowing the other can be invincible, and what the ancestor said was really good.
Yang Zhen has been trying his best to inquire about the news during this time, but he still hasn't inquired about the preferences of the Three Saints, and what kind of person is the palace owner of Naoyao Palace, who sees the dragon and misses it? do not know.
Confused into the Eagle's Land, Yang Zhen really wanted to make a good impression on the people of the Yaochi Holy Land, so that he could get the inheritance method of activating the Seven Yin and Seven Suns from the Yaochi Holy Land.
But how can you make a good impression?
Yang Zhen didn't know, just because he didn't know, so he decided to show his strength a little bit and pretend to be a little forced. After all, where is there someone who doesn't like the strong!
Seeing Wan Jian and Yi Jian approaching murderously, Yang Zhenfei was not afraid, but instead became more and more mysterious. He glanced at Wan Jian, and saw Wan Jian a little stunned. Then he said:
"Wan Jian, one of the strongest among the younger generation of monks in the Western Regions, is the ninth-level strong man of the gods of transformation, and his cultivation method is the blood-marked tiangang sword. In the middle, it is also the strongest among the strong. He is ruthless and unscrupulous in achieving his purpose, but he is a chivalrous man. During his trip to southern Xinjiang, he personally beheaded the six scumbags of the gods of the gods, which I can say. Correct?"
"Do you know me?" The smile on Wan Jian's face gradually disappeared, revealing a dignified look.
Looking at the sky mirror, everyone was shocked. No one expected that Yang Zhen was so familiar with Wan Jian.
A strange color flashed in the eyes of the Three Saints, with a curious look on Yang Zhen, who was curious, gave the palace master and Jianlao a small complacent look, with a little playfulness in Qingli, who can think of the mysterious and noble Three Saints Women, even on women's side.
"It seems that Yang Zhen has done a little bit of work!" The palace nodded and said suspiciously: "It's just that the news can be inquired after a little inquiry. Yang Zhen knows what can be done?"
Jian Lao just nodded, Yang Zhen's voice came again.
Seeing Wan Jian's face without fear, Yang Zhen waved his hand and said, "Relax, I know you are delaying the news, I am also waiting for someone, so what, sit down and say?"
"Humph!" Wan Jian snorted coldly, and the disdain flashed in his eyes.
Yang Zhen randomly manipulated the branches around him and muttered to himself: "At the age of seventeen, he was repaired during the robbery period, and he just stiffly killed one of them, seriously injured the other, and became famous in the Western Regions. , The world knows that you have broken through the realm of the world under this war and become the youngest strongman in the Western Regions for thousands of years, but few people know that this war has left you with a lot of dark wounds and is missing every month. On the occasion, the three-inch pain in your left rib is hard to deal with, it is usually, if you fight your life and attack your left..."
Wan Jian's complexion suddenly changed, and the surrounding air became cold, staring at Yang Zhen, Shen Sheng said, "Who are you?"
Yang Zhen grinned and said: "You don't care who I am, I just want you to know that in front of Ben Sao Sheng, you are like a salted fish, arranged transparently!"
With that in mind, Yang Zhenrao looked at Wan Jian and talked with interest: "Nineteen years old, after two years of serious injury, you only broke into the sea of ​​evil, the world knows that you have killed the monster in the deep sea of ​​evil sea. Become a fine big scorpion, but no one knows, you go there, not just to kill the big scorpion that harms the people, but for the accompanying scorpion grass of the big scorpion?"
This was guessed by Yang Zhen, because his injury must be treated with scorpion.
"You... who the are you?"
"Unfortunately, from the way you walk, not only did you not find the scorpion grass, but you were stung by the big scorpion, oh yo, a little pitiful, although you forcibly suppressed the toxin, but now it has been poisoned into the internal organs, If you can’t find Tianhua Guo, you can’t live for more than three years!"
boom!
Next to the sky mirror, an old man stood up, and because of his excitement, the chair under his had shattered into powder.
I was listening to Yang Zhen's serious nonsense and his face changed. He looked at each other and opened his mouth: "Say... is it right?"
Standing up, this person is no one else, it is the uncle of Wan Jian, dear!
The old woman looked at the old man in a suspicious expression, stretched her neck and asked, "Elder Geng, Yang Zhen... is he right?"
Uh!
Countless people's ears instantly twitched, looking at the standing elder Geng with gossip.
Elder Geng shone a complex look on his face, nodded hard, and said, "Yang Zhenzi, can't die!"
With that said, Elder Geng sat down slowly, dumbfounded.
But Becky's, your chair is still there, don't you have a green tree in your heart?
Seeing that Elder Geng would sit on the ground with one butt, the old lady waved her hand blankly, and a chair appeared under Elder Geng's butt, just right to catch it.
This... Even the old lady was in a daze. What kind of chaos did this elder Geng's state of mind have before he panicked like this?
But if Yang Zhen is right, everyone thinks they all understand, after all, Wan Jian is going to die?
At this time, Yang Zhen's words came again. Everyone held their breaths, and even some sleepy old men with their heads drooping their heads glared.
Yang Zhen was not talking nonsense. Obviously, he was right, but how did he know?
Under the eyes of all eyes, Yang Zhen grinned suddenly, and said to Wan Jian, who was looking at the bells and whistles, "You sit down first, and then I will analyze and analyze this matter for you?"
Boom!
Wan Jian sat on the ground with one buttock, and simply let everyone's chin under the sky mirror fall to the ground.
"You say!" Wan Jian's voice came, dry and hoarse, with a dignified look on his face.
"Look, let's both sit down and have a good chat, which is comfortable, yes, how old are you?"
...
Seeing that Yang Zhen really chatted with Wan Jian you one by one~EbookFREE.me~Everyone was dull, and they looked at each other in a dumb face, and there was a feeling that they could not speak.
This Yang Zhen... is it poisonous?
At this moment, Yang Zhen suddenly said happily: "In fact, if you can't find Tianhua Fruit, you don't have to die!"
bass!
Wan Jian stood up!
bass!
Elder Geng stood up again!
Yang Zhen looked at Wan Jian with a nervous look, waved his hand and said, "You sit down first, sit down!"
With that in mind, Yang Zhen looked at the air, and his face was wronged.
Damn, Ben Sao Sheng is so hard-working, I don’t know if anyone in the Yaochi Holy Land has seen it?
Blue skinny, shiitake mushrooms.