The sound of the earth shaking lasted for nearly a cup of tea before it gradually calmed down. At this time, the entire teahouse was empty and the buildings were still left here were all cultivators above the eighth level of the celestial phenomena period, and more were half-step great saints' cultivation.

Whether it was a monk in the Astronomy Period or a half-step Great Saint, they were all silent at this time and did not dare to show their might.

The teahouse guy's face also became extremely cautious and his movements were gentle. No matter what he was busy with, he stopped immediately and stood by and waited respectfully.

Someone came, and many people came.

Yang Zhen and Han Yan'er looked at each other, quietly stuffed the curious little cat into her clothes, picked up the teacup and sipped the fragrant tea.

As far away, Yang Zhen could feel a terrifying aura coming to his face. Moreover, from the reactions of everyone in the teahouse, these people should have come to the teahouse.

Until the first person stepped up the first stairs, everyone's heart seemed to have missed half a beat.

Yang Zhen looked at his eyes and his nose and his heart, slowly drinking tea, but Yu Guang thought about the stairs and looked at him.

A young woman walked up and looked pretty. If she hadn't had a scarf on her face, she would probably not be worse than Han Yan'er's face.

Three long swords were floating behind the woman, each of which emitted aura of holy soldiers, which made Yang Zhen dumbfounded.

What a handsome look, she was so handsome. How did this woman let the three long swords of holy soldiers float behind her back, like a peacock spreading her tail?

The first long sword is bloody, the second long sword is cold, and the third long sword is like fire.

The woman looked like cold face. After climbing to the teahouse, she looked around, and turned her eyes to an empty seat beside the window, and walked over.

Behind the young woman, two old men, both in the holy realm, looked old and squinting, like two puppets, but the aura on her body was creepy.

Yang Zhen did not notice the two old men at the first time, just like two long swords following a young woman. From this we can see how terrifying these two holy powerhouses are.

"Have they come yet?" the young woman frowned and asked as she looked at the sunset outside the window.

As soon as the woman opened her mouth, Chu Liuhua couldn't help but feel excited, and a look of intoxication appeared on her face.

Yang Zhen looked in surprise. Most of the men around him showed such expressions on their faces, and hurriedly showed a pig brother's look, looking at the young woman in a daze, just a trace of saliva was almost hanging on the corner of her mouth.

The young woman seemed to notice the movement around her, turned to Yang Zhen, and just glanced at her faintly and stopped paying attention.

This glance almost made Yang Zhen suffocate, with a sharp look.

Yang Zhen really doesn’t like this kind of woman. Leng Bingbing seems to have bad intentions from the whole world to keep people from being far away.

Aren’t such a person afraid of being alone for life?

It’s just that she is not familiar with the place and the woman does not take the initiative to provoke Yang Zhen. Yang Zhen is too lazy to care about her, so she drinks tea slowly and waits for things to develop.

The two powerful Holy Realm masters behind the young woman stood behind the woman like two wooden stakes. One of the old women said, "Dongxuan Thirty-six, Siqi Fifty-two, the man is here, but it's a bit ridiculous, as if he is waiting for someone."

The old woman said something inexplicable, and heard a group of people in vain.

Yang Zhen's heart moved, Dongxuan 36 and Siqi 52. These are two directions, and these two directions do have the aura of a powerful person in the holy realm.

What are these people?

"The Sanshan Holy Land discusses martial arts in the teahouse every half month. When they talk, they don't like someone to speak next to you, so you can just listen to the sermons. Remember not to speak out."

A sound came into Yang Zhen's ears, and Han Yan'er next to her was also stunned, obviously she heard the sound.

Yang Zhen looked at Chu Liuhua next to him. Chu Liuhua turned a blind eye and stared at the ceiling, as if the ceiling was as beautiful as his wife.

Although he didn't know what the Sanshan Holy Land was, Yang Zhen finally understood that the people in front of him seemed to have some special hobby and always liked to argue and discuss martial arts in places with a large number of people. Some people with low cultivation have no chance to listen. It is a rare fortune for people with good cultivation.

Chu Liuhua seemed to be addicted to voice transmission. After seeing Yang Zhen’s reaction, he continued: “On weekdays, some powerful people from the holy realm came to argue. This time, the Saint of Qingquan actually came. Brother, you really have no luck.”

A curious look flashed across Yang Zhen's face. Just as he was about to send a message to ask, a gaze stabbed like a sharp blade, which scared Chu Liuhua's cold sweat suddenly appeared.

What I saw was the old man behind the Saint of Qingquan. He just glanced at it in a faint glance, but felt like he was suppressed by the power of heaven. With Yang Zhen’s current realm, he felt suffocating, let alone Chu Liuhua.

The old man seemed to feel that Yang Zhen had not received much influence, so he couldn't help but take a look, just a look.

Chu Liuhua didn't dare to send any more noises, and his eyes looked at the beams above his head with deep affection.

Yang Zhen took a deep breath and began to wait quietly. It would be no harm to listen to such things more.

At this moment, a hearty laugh came: "I didn't expect that this time the Saint of Qingquan came. It seems that the appearance of the Saint of Sanhua in Qianyuanling has a great impact on the Holy Land of Quanshan."

No matter from which direction, this cheerful voice makes people hear it as if they are soaked in spring. Even if they only hear the sound but do not see the person, Yang Zhen can tell that the person who came this time must be a handsome young man.

Sure enough, a figure flashed from the window of the teahouse and fell next to the Saint of Qingquan.

This is a young man with a slender figure and a pretty appearance. In terms of handsomeness, he almost caught up with Yang Zhen.

Of course, Yang Zhen has always disliked talking about his appearance as a handsome man. He is a person who pays attention to connotation.

This handsome guy looks so handsome that he can fascinate thousands of girls, only a little worse than Yang Zhen’s fascination of millions of girls. However, in terms of connotation, Yang Zhen thinks he is far inferior. At least Yang Zhen will not put the stairs and will jump into the window.

A look of surprise appeared on the face of the Saint of Qingquan, and a faint smile in her eyes. She looked at the young man and said, "Even the Saint of Qingchen, the Holy Land of Chenshan, came out of seclusion, how could Qingquan be as if nothing had happened?"

The saint of Qingquan is as famous as the name of the name, and the words said are like the dinging of Qingquan, but with a hint of late autumn, it makes people feel a little cold when they are comfortable.

The two looked at each other and smiled, and at the same time turned their eyes out the window.

The Son of Qingchen chuckled and said, "Two seniors, since they are here, why not show up and see each other?"

When everyone was shocked, a cold snorted: "The Great Saint Wuhua came to Qianyuan Mountain and was very likely to become a distinguished guest of Yaoguang Holy Land. You two, why don't we just give up this time today and go to visit the Great Saint Wuhua?"

Yang Zhen was stunned when he heard this and subconsciously spoke: "Senior, can you tell where the Great Saint Wuhua stays?"

Hearing Yang Zhen’s question, the teahouse became silent almost instantly.

Chu Liuhua's face suddenly disappeared and he hurriedly hid to the side.

The Saint Son of Qingchen slowly turned around, with a playful look on his face, while the Saint of Qingquan let out a light exclaim and turned his eyes curiously to Yang Zhen.

Yang Zhen: “…”

Damn, this sage just asked a question, so it wouldn't be like a shocking reaction, right?
Chapter completed!