Chapter 170 Don't Even Want to Keep a Low Profile!

Yang Zhen has come to Wanhua Island!

The news seemed to grow wings, and it flew everywhere in Wanhua Island. After a short time, almost everyone knew that Yang Zhen had come to Wanhua Island.

"It's lively now. Now Wanhua Island has countless geniuses who are waiting for Yang Zhen. Now that Yang Zhen is here, with his temperament, it will inevitably cause a big chaos."

"The successor of Huashan Blessed Land is enough publicity, and Lu Baichi even threatened that as long as Yang Zhen dares to come to Wanhua Island, he will definitely take his head. I don't know if Lu Baichi has heard the news."

"Are you kidding? You and I have both got the news. How can Mr. Lu not know, but he just doesn't know why Mr. Lu is targeting Yang Zhen so much."

"I heard that it's because Yang Zhen was too arrogant and didn't seem to take Dongtianfu's heir seriously. Mr. Lu wants to teach him a lesson!"

"You don't know, I heard rumors that the reason why Mr. Lu wants to kill Yang Zhen is actually just a competition between the descendants of Dongtianfudi, and they are making a gamble."

The people around gasped when they heard the words, and said with surprise: "This is the most tragic place for small sects and casual cultivators. No matter how talented Yang Zhen is, no matter how wanton and arrogant, in front of these true heirs of heaven and earth, he is nothing but a It's just a pawn in a random game."

"Who says it's not? If I were Yang Zhen, I wouldn't be able to hold back and kill all the disciples of Dongtianfudi."

...

Because the emperor mark of the Eastern Desolation Emperor appeared on Wanhua Island, today's Wanhua Island is the most lively place on the coast of the East China Sea, and monks of various cultivation levels from the Youzhou mainland and even the sea gather together.

Some people disdain Yang Zhen, thinking that Yang Zhen is just a clown, some people admire Yang Zhen, thinking that this is the true temperament of my generation of monks.

No matter what kind of attitude people have towards Yang Zhen, they are looking forward to Yang Zhen's performance on Wanhua Island at this time.

It’s just that today’s Wanhua Island is different from the other two islands on the coast of the East China Sea. As long as Yang Zhen dares to act recklessly, some people can slap Yang Zhen to the ground. It's too cheap, too arrogant.

Everyone was eager to watch the excitement, waiting for something to happen to Yang Zhen.

However, what made everyone look confused was that in the next five days, Yang Zhenfei not only did not cause any earth-shattering incidents, but also did not offend a single person, keeping a low profile like a passerby, even It has been several days since he has not appeared in the eyes of everyone.

This result surprised everyone. No one thought that Yang Zhen would be so pretentious, so he couldn't help feeling a little disappointed and puzzled. Could it be that Yang Zhen suddenly changed his personality, or that Yang Zhen was afraid?

...

On an ordinary street in Wanhua Island, Yang Zhenzhen was sweating profusely, shirtless, and carrying a huge hammer, clanging on a piece of star iron.

During the salvo of sparks, as the sweat on Yang Zhen's body burst, the star iron on the clip of Yang Zhen's left hand was slowly changing its shape, and the expression on Yang Zhen's face became more and more dignified.

"Young man, take a break!"

An ordinary old man brought a glass of water and put it beside Yang Zhen.

The old man's figure was hunched, but his arms were strong and strong, his eyes were piercing, and he looked at Yang Zhen with a smile, his eyes full of approval.

Yang Zhen wiped off his sweat, drank all the water, and with a bright smile on his face, he said without turning his head: "Master, after I finish knocking on this piece of star iron, I will rest for a while."

The sweet cat who was sleeping next to him looked up at the two of them in a daze, and said crisply: "Aim!"

The master is an ordinary blacksmith on this street. He has been blacksmithing all his life, and his craftsmanship is perfect. Yang Zhen knows everything. These days, the two of them get along like grandparents in their hometown in the countryside. Both are the same.

The master stopped all transactions, and Yang Zhen seemed to have forgotten about the Emperor Donghuang.

Hearing Yang Zhen's words, the master smiled, picked up the towel and handed it to Yang Zhen, and said, "Young man, are you a monk?"

Yang Zhen asked in surprise while wiping his sweat: "How did Master know?"

The master laughed loudly, pointed to the huge hammer, and said: "The old man is blind, but his eyes are not blind. This hammer is the heaviest here. In the whole street, the strongest young man can't do it all at once." You can swing twenty hammers for a whole morning, ordinary people can't do it."

Yang Zhen was stunned, and said with a smile: "Master has good eyesight, but you don't have to worry, I'm just interested in blacksmithing, and I have no other ideas."

The master smiled and said: "I don't worry about it. On Wanhua Island, we mortals are the safest. As long as we are old, our lives are guaranteed. It's just...why are you interested in Fantie? ?”

"Fantie?" Yang Zhen was taken aback, smiled and shook his head and said: "If you don't move, you will be immortal, if you move, you will be immortal. Master, is this hammer a mortal thing?"

"Of course it is!" The master looked at Yang Zhen wonderingly and replied.

Yang Zhen suddenly took a deep breath, a trace of bewilderment flashed in his eyes, he picked up the hammer and said, "But from it, I feel a trace of the purest energy in the world!"

"What?" The master was taken aback, stepped forward, took the hammer from Yang Zhen's hand, his eyes suddenly softened, like a young man flicking his lover's smooth skin, stroking it with his calloused hands Everywhere on the hammer, he muttered to himself: "This hammer has been with the old man all his life, and he is just an ordinary hammer."

Yang Zhen smiled, didn't say much, but put his eyes on the face of the master. This hammer is indeed an ordinary thing, but it is extraordinary.

The master is on the verge of death, his body has already been hollowed out, if this goes on, within a year, he will surely die in a hundred years.

Life is impermanent, once a person's vitality starts to drain, there is nothing the Emperor can do even if he is alive.

Suddenly, Yang Zhen's whole body shook violently, a look of horror flashed in his eyes, and he immediately immersed his mind in the spiritual sea space.

Under the sky full of stars, in the river of spiritual consciousness, on a small island, a small sapling with only two leaves suddenly erupted with a monstrous green light, filling the entire spiritual consciousness space in the blink of an eye, startling Yang Zhen, Thought something happened.

This little sapling has been in a dormant state since it took root and sprouted in Yang Zhen's spiritual consciousness space, but it is constantly absorbing the energy of the world and growing slowly.

It's really unbelievable that the little sapling, which hasn't changed much for such a long time, is now bursting out with such a terrifying green light.

The next moment, a frightening vitality erupted from Yang Zhen's body, and one after another green light lingered on Yang Zhen's body, the fur on the tail of the frightened bitch exploded, jumped three feet high, and died with a bang Staring at Yang Zhen dead.

hum!

In the sea of ​​consciousness, terrifying vitality erupted, billowing like a vast ocean, flowing crazily in Yang Zhen's spiritual consciousness space, filling the meridians of his body in the blink of an eye.

Under this terrifying vitality, Yang Zhen subconsciously came to the master, and reached out to hold the master's two rough hands.

The cheap cat also hurried to Yang Zhen's side, its four legs hugged Yang Zhen's thigh tightly, rubbed its head against the legs, squinted its eyes and snored comfortably.

A trace of life lingers between the two and the cat. Yang Zhen and the cheap cat are fine, but the changes that have taken place in the master are somewhat surprising.

The cheap cat seemed to feel something, it was shocked, looked up at the master, and muttered to himself in horror: "Damn, how many good things does this kid have, he can make such a big noise with an iron, what a wonder A kid who can't keep a low profile."

At this time, the master suddenly groaned in pain, one person and one cat were startled, they hurriedly left the master, and looked over with worried faces.