Chapter 133 Damn It! You Give Me a Stop!

I don't know why, but when he thinks of a fight, the golden elixir in Yang Zhen's body becomes agitated, and when he gets agitated, he makes a little noise, making Yang Zhen feel that he is pregnant in October, and the fat elixir is finally about to hatch into a baby.

After feeling the breath fluctuations of the monks in the Nascent Soul Stage, Yang Zhen didn't dare to neglect, for fear that he would accidentally be slipped away by this hard-earned opponent.

Sure enough, after Yang Zhen jumped out of the woods, he heard a voice of "hehe, hehehe", his eyes lit up immediately, he climbed up a hillside, and locked his eyes on a half-prone man with his butt pouted and who didn't know where he was. What are you doing to a middle-aged monk.

With this posture, coupled with this lascivious laughter, you don't need to think about it to know that this bastard must be spoiling a woman from a good family. Yang Zhen jumped up, and the Thunder Sword in his hand suddenly burst into a ball of terrifying thunder, towards the middle-aged monk rush away.

"Bastard, let go of that woman..."

Before finishing a sentence, Yang Zhen suddenly froze.

The middle-aged monk was even more confused, turning his head in a daze, looking at Yang Zhen in the air, holding a radish-shaped plant in his hand, and carefully pulling it out.

After seeing Yang Zhen's disagreement and fighting, the cultivator showed vigilance, and with a sudden movement while holding the radish, he had already rowed several feet away. While waving his hand casually, a terrifying wave of air rushed towards Yang Zhen.

"Boy, if you want to grab my things, you don't think about your own strength!"

Yang Zhen hadn't finished his sentence of Mamai criticism. He thought it was a beautiful event for a hero to save the beauty, but who would have thought that this bastard lying on the ground was just pulling carrots.

Pulling the carrot, why are you making such a lewd and slutty voice?

Yang Zhen slashed the wave of air waved by the cultivator of the Nascent Soul Stage with a sword, pointed at the cultivator of Zhongnian, and said, "Let go of that carrot!"

The monk was taken aback, and hurriedly put the radish into the storage ring, pointed at Yang Zhen and said, "Boy, you really want to grab Biluogen, you want to die!"

A violent force erupted from the middle-aged monk, and the long sword suddenly let out a dragon cry, and a cyan light turned into a huge long sword, rushing towards Yang Zhen with lightning speed.

Yang Zhen's eyes brightened: "That's the feeling!"

The terrifying power of the Nascent Soul stage was forcibly suppressed, and the golden core in Yang Zhen's body suddenly trembled, and strands of golden light spilled out.

Yang Zhen didn't fight back immediately, but closed his eyes and carefully felt the changes on the golden core.

That is to say, Yang Zhenyi is a brave man, if any Jindan stage monk is so entrusted with this, he will end up in a very miserable end.

The middle-aged monk obviously didn't realize that Yang Zhen was so defiant. During the battle between the two, he closed his eyes, and a gloomy look flashed in his eyes. His figure suddenly exploded, and he rushed towards Yang Zhen at a strange speed. .

The violent air wave made Yang Zhen feel a breath of death. If he did not dodge or avoid the blow, Yang Zhen might be seriously injured even if he survived.

But it was also this breath of death that made the golden core in Yang Zhen's body completely go berserk, like a big fat man of three hundred catties, running rumbling fast.

"Boy, die!"

The middle-aged monk slashed open with a sword, and the long sword cut across a cold arc, and slashed towards Yang Zhen's neck.

Yang Zhen opened his eyes suddenly and shouted: "Stop!"

The middle-aged monk trembled with fright, jumped away in a hurry, and looked at Yang Zhen with a look of surprise.

Yang Zhen shook his head regretfully: "It's almost there!"

"Boy, you're playing tricks on me!" The middle-aged monk was furious, and when he became angry from embarrassment, the long sword buzzed and burst into green light, rushing towards Yang Zhen.

Yang Zhen laughed loudly, and also did not use any formulas, and fought against the middle-aged monk with pure martial arts.

The two came and went, fighting from the ground to the sky, and from the ground to the water, and no one could do anything to the other.

After a long time, the middle-aged monk suddenly widened his eyes and shouted: "Stop!"

Yang Zhen, who was feeling the change of Jindan, was taken aback for a moment, and asked, "What's wrong?"

"Boy, you and I have no grievances or enmities. I admit that you were able to fight me for so long with the Golden Core stage, which surprised me, but this is not the way to go. You and I can't kill each other. Why don't we just let it go?" Let it go, how about it?"

The middle-aged monk stared at Yang Zhen coldly, observing every change in Yang Zhen's expression.

Yang Zhen shook his head and said, "No problem, I just want to play around!"

hum!

Ling Kongxu crossing body technique made Yang Zhen's figure erratic, as light as a fairy, and the long sword became more agile and elegant.

The middle-aged monk hurriedly drew his sword to resist with a confused face, and said angrily: "Are you sick? There are countless chances in this world of mirrors, and you are here to play with me?"

Yang Zhen nodded, displayed the martial arts he had learned seriously, stopped talking, and focused extremely.

In the middle-aged monk's fury, Nascent Soul stage's aura suddenly erupted, and he sneered again and again: "Okay, I'm just kidding, how much real energy can you have as a Golden Core stage monk, if I don't kill you today, it's hard for me to understand." Hatred in my heart!"

Two hours later!

"Stop, don't hit, don't... hit!"

The middle-aged monk looked at Yang Zhen, who was alive and kicking, with a dispirited expression on his face. He was panting for words, and he was going crazy.

What the hell is going on here, where does a Jindan stage monk get so much real energy?

The middle-aged monk's true energy was almost used up, and Yang Zhen was still jumping up and down to perform his martial arts, and the air waves on the Jinglei sword not only did not weaken in any way, but became more and more intense.

What the hell... what happened?

Moreover, Yang Zhen seemed to be wandering away, his eyes were dull, but his body and sword skills became more and more fierce, which made the middle-aged monk feel like a dream.

If you don't fight anymore, you can't fight any more. If you continue to fight, you will be so exhausted.

The middle-aged monk let out a roar, and a wave of the sky erupted. The long sword dragon groaned, and he threw out his sword, and immediately rushed towards Yang Zhen in a desperate posture.

As expected, Yang Zhen flashed to the side in a graceful manner.

The middle-aged monk turned his head and ran away!

Yang Zhen, who had barely figured out what was going on with Jin Dan, was suddenly taken aback. Seeing that the middle-aged monk turned his head and ran away, he immediately broke his epiphany state, and jumped to chase after him.

"Stop for me, what does a dignified Nascent Soul cultivator run away without a fight? How will you mess around in the Nascent Soul Realm in the future?"

The middle-aged monk staggered, turned his head and gave Yang Zhen a fierce look, and said, "If you have the ability to catch up, I will fight you if you catch up. Are you out of your mind?"

Yang Zhen yelled, compared to the speed, he had never been cowardly before, a terrifying wave of air suddenly erupted under his feet, and amidst the tumbling white clouds, he pulled a long shadow and chased after the middle-aged monk.

Yang Zhen was surprised by this pursuit.

The middle-aged monk is not very good at fighting, but his speed is ridiculously fast, and his speed fluctuates from fast to slow. In order to prevent Yang Zhen from bombarding from behind, he can dodge in an arc.

"What the hell... is the snake skin moving?"

Yang Zhen chased and scolded angrily: "Hey, that Nascent Soul cultivator in front, your girlfriend lost!"

"What the hell, you stop for me, you are shameless, you can run away if you can't beat it, what is your skill?"

"Who is that, your mother is calling you to go home for dinner, hello!"

...

The middle-aged monk's face turned red and livid, no matter how Yang Zhen scolded him, he just didn't look back.

Along the way, the monks the two met were all stunned. They looked up blankly at a Jindan stage monk chasing a Nascent Soul stage friar all the way, cursing and looking at each other, their scalp numb.

Yang Zhen scolded so dryly, the middle-aged monk didn't reply, and he met some Golden Core stage monks along the way, he lost his temper for a while, and simply took out a lot of natural materials from his arms. precious.

"Brother! Come back and fight with me, can I give you all these?"

boom!

All the monks below looked together for a while, staring at the treasures in Yang Zhen's hands, their eyes lit up.