"It was a stormy night, I was traveling in the back mountain..."

Yang Zhen's words were filled with endless nostalgia, with a low voice, sometimes slow and sometimes anxious. Even he himself felt that he had the potential to be a male broadcaster, but what he said was jaw-dropping.

On a stormy night, you are playing alone in the back mountain. Are you lying?

If it weren't for what Yang Zhen said seriously and made people feel immersed, Duan Langcai and Wan Quan would have been cursing for a long time.

"Sudden!"

Yang Zhen suddenly raised his voice, scaring everyone. Liu Ruoning even covered Yingtan's mouth with a "ah" and glared at Yang Zhen with a look of laughter and crying.

Yang Zhen, who did not notice a strange atmosphere in the air, was caught in the play and said with emotion: "Suddenly, an old man fell from the air and fainted in front of me. I took 9964 days and gave him 8872 old Chinese medicine before I could barely save his life. What do you think this old man said?"

"Say...what do you say?" Duan Lang asked subconsciously.

"Good question!" Yang Zhen clapped his hands and continued, "The old man said, "I have been traversing for five thousand years and have never been defeated, but I was slapped by a four-legged worm with long hair and scales. I have no face to live in the world, but I have no inheritance of my unique skills..."

Yang Zhen said hey and pointed at himself: "He insisted on accepting me as his disciple!"

Duan Langcai was startled and murmured to himself: "Long hair scales, four-legged insects... It's a dragon!"

"Yes, it's a dragon!" Yang Zhen's face was a little strange. This Lang was too easy to get involved in the role. He didn't look like Wanquan at all. He was so dark that he almost caught up with the black-faced Bao Gong.

Duan Langcai heard Yang Zhen's words and blushed, and accused him with a stern and cowardly voice: "What does these have to do with the Ghost Sword?"

Yang Zhen laughed: "It's a big deal. This old man wants to accept me as his disciple, but I was born in Shangyuan Sect and died in Shangyuan Sect's ghost. How could he do such a thing as betraying his master's sect and betraying his faith?"

When Lu Chenghui heard this, his eyes twitched and he whispered: "Life is from Shangyuan Sect, death is from Shangyuan Sect's ghost..."

Looking at Yang Zhen who was still talking nonsense, the more Lu Cheng looked back, the more satisfied the disciple was, the more he liked him.

Although he knew that Yang Zhen was talking nonsense, who could be sure that this statement must be false. Maybe some master was saved by Yang Zhen. Otherwise, how could the Fenglei Sword become the Great Yan Fenglei Sword, and how could the Ghost Shadow Sword become a heaven-level martial art?

Thinking of this, even Lu Chenghui believed it a little, and his face was very strange for a moment.

Everyone heard Yang Zhen’s words, “I am a person from Shangyuan Sect when I die, but I am a ghost from Shangyuan Sect when I die." Everyone looked at Yang Zhen with admiration.

"The old man was impressed by my unselfish and specialized in being a great spirit, so he decided not to accept me as his disciple, so he taught me the Three Yuan Ghost Sword!"

"Three Yuan Ghost Sword?" Wan Quan suddenly shook all over, looked at Yang Zhen with horror, and asked word by word: "Are you sure that what the senior taught you is the Three Yuan Ghost Sword?"

Yang Zhen was stunned. After the ghost shadow sword was upgraded, it was indeed called the Three Yuan Ghost Shadow Sword. However, the Three Yuan Ghost Shadow Sword and the Dayan Fenglei Sword are both limited to the heavenly level martial arts and cannot be broken through, which makes Yang Zhen a little regretful.

Seeing Yang Zhen nodding, Wan Quan took a breath, looked at Yang Zhen deeply, and clasped his fists to Lu Cheng and said, "President Lu, since it is the Sanyuan Ghost Shadow Sword, then I misunderstood Nephew Yang Xian. There is a good disciple of Shangyuan Sect."

As he said that, Wan Quan turned around and said to his disciples, "Let's go!"

"Let's go?" Duan Lang was stunned and looked at Liu Ruoning and Yang Zhen with some reluctance. This time he came to the Yuan Sect, but he didn't get the spiritual marrow washed. Liu Ruoning didn't marry her, and even let Yang Zhen play like a monkey and leave like this?

Duan Lang was about to speak when Wan Quan slapped in the back of his head: "Isn't it embarrassing enough?"

Wan Quan almost slapped Duan Lang, and completely woke up Duan Lang, who was furious, with a stern face. He hurriedly followed, turned around and stared at Yang Zhen.

Yang Zhen waved his hand to Wan Quan and others, and said, "I won't give it away, but Master Wan knew that he had misunderstood. Will he not even say an apology?"

Shameless, everyone was stunned by Yang Zhen's shamelessness. Looking at Wan Quan, he wanted to laugh but didn't dare to laugh, for fear of angering the sect leader of the Sword Sect.

Wan Quan shook all over and almost fell down, his shoulders trembled in anger.

"Green mountains and clear waters, boy, we will have a date later!"

Wan Quan almost gritted his teeth and said this sentence.

After leaving the Shangyuan Sect, Wanquan stopped, looked at the Shangyuan Sect with a dark look, and said to Duan Lang: "I ask you, what changes will happen after the Ghost Shadow Sword is practiced to the extreme?"

Duan Langcai was confused by the question. He reacted for a long time and hurriedly said, "Report to the master, after he practiced the Ghost Shadow Sword to the extreme, he will gather the three-yuan peak and the Hundred Ghosts will travel at night!"

Wan Quan took a deep breath: "Do you know that no one has been able to cultivate the Hundred Ghosts for a hundred years?"

Duan Langcai was shocked and lowered his head and said, "Disciple knows!"

Wan Quan suddenly laughed, with a look of excitement, as if he was saying to Duan Langcai, and as if he was talking to himself: "I didn't expect that the Ghost Shadow Sword is actually a heaven-level martial art. I didn't believe that someone could learn other people's martial arts by watching it once. Now it seems that I am ignorant. That senior taught Yang Zhen that if it was really a ghost sword, it would be a three-yuan ghost sword, a heaven-level martial art!"

"What...what?" Duan Lang was surprised: "Is Yang Zhen really practicing the heavenly martial arts?"

"If you read it right!" Wan Quan sneered and said, "He is still too young. In desperation, he exposed his trump card. Ten days later will be the day when the Youzhou Conference will start. You must get the complete Three-yuan Ghost Sword from Yang Zhen during the conference trial and then kill him!"

A sinister look flashed across Duan Langcai's face, he nodded heavily, and said, "But... I can't beat him!"

Wan Quan slapped Duan Langzai out with a slap, scolding: "Come on, come here!"

After Duan Lang wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and walked over, he saw clearly what was in Wanquan's hand and was immediately overjoyed: "Blood Silkworm?"

In Wanquan's palm, there was a small insect, and the blood-red color was strange.

Wan Quan stared at Duan Langcai and said, "The blood silkworm is extremely important to the Sword Sect. Now there is only one left in the sect. The preciousness is no less than a heaven-level martial art. Please keep it for me."

Duan Langcai excitedly took the blood silkworm and promised: "Don't worry, Master, the head, has the blood silkworm, and Lang is extremely sure to capture Yang Zhen alive and force him to find out the practice method of the Three Yuan Ghost Shadow Sword!"

Wanquan nodded, walked forward, and suddenly stopped after walking for a while, looking at Duan Langcai with a strange expression.

Duan Langcai was a little strange when Wan Quan saw it and asked in confusion: "What are the instructions of the master of the sect?"

Wan Quan turned around without saying a word and walked away, and the voice came slowly: "When you have nothing to do, go to the back mountain to have fun!"

Duan Langcai and others looked at each other and gritted their teeth.

Yang Zhen!

So shameless, I have never seen such a shameless person.

If Yang Zhen’s tricks were real, Wan Quan would dare to swallow the blood silkworm in his hand into his stomach and let it bite out a few blood holes in his internal organs.

But no matter how traitorous it is, the head master actually... believed it?
Chapter completed!