The sound of the earth shaking and shaking lasted for nearly a cup of tea before it gradually calmed down, and at this time, the entire teahouse was empty, and those who remained here were all monks above the eightfold heaven of the celestial period, and more were the cultivation of half-step great sages.

Whether it was a monk in the celestial phenomenon period or a half-step sage, they were all silent at this time, and they didn't dare to come out.

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

There are people, and there are quite a few people.

Yang Zhen and Han Yan'er glanced at each other, quietly stuffed the curious cheap cat into their clothes, and took a small sip of tea from the teacup.

Far away, Yang Zhen could feel a terrifying aura coming to his face, and judging from the reactions of everyone in the teahouse, these people should be coming for the teahouse.

It wasn't until the first person stepped up the first flight of stairs that everyone's hearts felt like they had missed half a beat.

Yang Zhen looked at his nose and nose, and slowly drank the tea, but Yu Guang thought about the staircase and looked.

A young woman walked up, with a delicate appearance, if it weren't for the scarf on her face, I'm afraid it would not be worse than Han Yan'er's appearance.

There were three long swords floating behind the woman, and each long sword exuded a burst of holy soldier aura, and Yang Zhen was dumbfounded when he saw it.

is so handsome, it's so handsome, how did this woman make the three holy soldier swords float behind her back, like a peacock opening the screen?

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

The woman's face was frosty, and after she climbed into the teahouse, she glanced around, landed her eyes on a vacant seat by the window, and walked over.

Behind the young woman, followed by two old men, both of whom were in the Holy Realm, looking old, with eyes not squinting, like two puppets, but the aura on their bodies was terrifying.

Yang Zhen didn't notice the two old men for the first time, just like a young woman with two long swords behind her, which shows how terrifying these two Saint Realm powerhouses were.

"Haven't they come yet?" asked the young woman, frowning, looking at the sunset outside the window.

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

Yang Zhen looked at it in surprise, almost most of the men around him showed such expressions on their faces, and hurriedly showed a pig brother's appearance, looking at the young woman stupidly, and there was almost a trace of saliva on the corner of his mouth.

The young woman seemed to notice the movement around her, turned to look at Yang Zhen, only glanced at it lightly, and then stopped paying attention.

This glance almost suffocated Yang Zhen, such a sharp look.

Yang Zhen really doesn't like this kind of woman, coldly as if the whole world has bad intentions for her, and rejects people thousands of miles away.

Aren't such people afraid of being lonely for life?

It's just that she is not familiar with life, and the woman did not take the initiative to provoke Yang Zhen, and Yang Zhen didn't bother to worry about her, so she drank tea slowly and waited for things to develop.

The two Saint Realm powerhouses behind the young woman stood behind the woman like two wooden stakes, and one of the old women said, "Dong Xuan thirty-six, Xiqi fifty-two, people are here, but it's a little ridiculous, like they're waiting for someone." ”

The old woman said inexplicable words in her mouth, and a group of people were in a fog.

Yang Xinxin moved, Dong Xuan thirty-six, Xiqi fifty-two, these are two directions, these two directions, there is indeed the breath of a Saint Realm powerhouse.

What are the origins of these people?

"The Three Mountains Holy Land will discuss martial arts in the teahouse every half month, and when they talk, they don't like people to speak up next to them, so you just listen to the sermon and remember not to make a sound. ”

A voice came into Yang Zhen's ears, and Han Yan'er next to her was also stunned, obviously hearing this voice.

Yang Zhen looked at Chu Liuhua next to him, Chu Liuhua didn't listen, staring at the ceiling, as if the ceiling was his mother-in-law.

Although he didn't know what the hell was in the Three Mountains Holy Land, Yang Zhen finally understood, these people in front of him seemed to have some kind of special hobby, and they always liked to debate and discuss martial arts in crowded places.

Chu Liuhua seemed to be addicted to the transmission of sounds, and after seeing that Yang Zhen didn't react, he continued: "On weekdays, some Saint Realm powerhouses come to argue, but this time the Qingquan Holy Maiden actually came, brother, you really didn't have this luck." ”

A curious look flashed on Yang Zhen's face, and just as he was about to ask, a gaze pierced like a sharp blade, and the cold sweat on Chu Liuhua's face instantly appeared.

It was the old man behind the Qingquan Holy Maiden who looked over, just a faint glance, but there was a feeling of being suppressed by Tianwei, with Yang Zhen's current realm, there was a feeling of suffocation, not to mention Chu Liuhua.

The old man seemed to feel that Yang Zhen had not been affected too much, so he couldn't help but take a second look, but only one more look.

Chu Liuhua didn't dare to make a sound anymore, and his two eyes looked at the beams above his head with affection.

Yang Zhen took a deep breath and began to wait quietly, arguing that this kind of thing, it doesn't hurt to hear more.

At this moment, a hearty laugh came: "I didn't expect that it was the Qingquan Holy Maiden who came this time, it seems that the Sanhua Holy Maiden appeared in Qianyuanling, and the impact on the Quanshan Holy Land is not trivial." ”

No matter from which direction, this hearty voice makes people listen like a spring breeze, even if he only hears his voice and doesn't see him, Yang Zhen can also judge that this time he must be a young handsome guy.

Sure enough, a figure flashed out of the window of the teahouse like a blue bird and landed beside the Qingquan Holy Maiden.

This is a young man, slender and handsome, in terms of handsomeness, he almost caught up with Yang Zhen.

Of course, Yang Zhen has always disliked to talk about his Yushu Linfeng appearance, he is a person who pays attention to connotation.

This handsome guy looks handsome enough to be able to charm thousands of girls, only a little worse than Yang Zhen fascinating millions of girls, but in terms of connotation, Yang Zhen feels that he is far behind, at least Yang Zhen will not leave the stairs and not walk, but want to jump out of the window.

The Qingquan Holy Maiden showed a look of surprise on her face, with a hint of a smile in her eyes, she looked at the young man and said, "Even the Qingchen Holy Son of the Chenshan Holy Land has come out of retreat, how can Qingquan be indifferent?"

As her name suggests, the words spoken by the Qingquan Holy Woman are like the dingdong of the Qingquan, but with a hint of late autumn chill, which makes people feel refreshed, and there is still some coldness.

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

The Holy Son of Light Dust chuckled lightly and said, "Two seniors, since you are here, why don't you show up and see you?"

When everyone's hearts froze, a cold snort came: "The Great Sage of Flowers came to Qianyuan Mountain, and it is very likely that he will become a distinguished guest of the Holy Land of Shaking Light, the two of you, why don't we take a break this time and go to visit the Great Sage of Flowers?"

Yang Zhen was stunned when he heard this, and subconsciously said, "This senior, do you know where the Great Flower Sage is located?"

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

Chu Liuhua's face was completely bloody, and he hurriedly hid to the side.

The Holy Son of Qingchen turned around slowly, with a playful look on his face, while the Holy Maiden of Qingquan sighed lightly and turned her gaze to Yang Zhen curiously.

Yang Zhen: "......"

Damn, Ben Sao Sheng just asked a word, so he wouldn't have a stabbing reaction, right?

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