Chapter 459 The Old Driver Drives Like a Dog!

The Holy Maiden of Qianling looked at Qianlao suspiciously, and asked slowly, "Qianlao?"

Elder Qian took a deep breath, turned around and said to the Holy Maiden of Thousand Spirits: "After the trip to the Northern Abyss is over, this old man will personally guard the way for you. You... enter the ancient spirit road!"

Hearing this, the Holy Maiden Qianling was shocked, looked at Qian Lao in disbelief and asked, "Why are you in such a hurry?"

Qian Lao smiled wryly, and said: "The number of days has changed, and the next one, I am afraid it will be a great world!"

"Is it a great world?" A gleam of light flashed in the ink-like pupils of Qianling Saintess, she muttered to herself, turned to look at Yang Zhen, nodded and said, "I'll prepare!"

Qian Lao sighed, turned his gaze to Yang Zhen, and said in an extremely strange tone: "The number of days is ninety-nine, and one of them is hidden. Throughout the ages, no one knows where this one is. This is the change of the number of days, and now it is variable." It has already appeared, what will this world become?"

The rest of the people didn't hear Qian Lao's words, but looked at Han Yan'er in shock, with an incredulous expression on their faces.

He didn't experience the baptism of the heavenly tribulation, he didn't refine the origin of the heaven and the earth, but after destroying the calamity cloud with a single sword, he landed... oh, and he took a look at Yang Zhen, and broke through to the stage of crossing the catastrophe.

Killing his mother, when did the catastrophe become so easy to overcome?

A group of people looked at Yang Zhen with fiery eyes, as if Yang Zhen was by his side when he was crossing the catastrophe, so he didn't have to experience any pain at all, and he only needed to take a look at Yang Zhen to enter the period of crossing the catastrophe unscathed.

Yang Zhen made the group of people feel hairy with their weird eyes, and said with staring eyes: "Damn, what are you looking at this Sao Sheng, this Sao Sheng's time is very precious, if anyone wants to cross the catastrophe in the future, he has to make an appointment in advance, ten Ten thousand... no, five hundred thousand spars at a time, plus the origin of the catastrophe, no credit for small businesses, and I am not responsible for guaranteeing whether I can break through the catastrophe period!"

The mouth corners of a group of scorching-eyed monks twitched wildly.

"As expected of bitch Yang, this kind of thing can make him a business."

"Damn it, I'm afraid all of you here are not as rich as Yang Zhen, a bastard. He even wants money, and he asks for 500,000 yuan. Why don't you grab it?"

Hearing this, Yang Zhen became a little unhappy. He stared at the monk and said, "I don't agree with what the boss said. What does it mean to say that it is 500,000 yuan? I will help you through the catastrophe. Don't make some preparations, won't you take the danger, what if you fail and Ben Sao is seriously injured?"

Hearing this, everyone simply shut their mouths and did not speak.

I don’t know how many people are envious of the ability to recover from injuries that this bastard Yang Zhen just exploded. With such a terrifying ability, what is a little injury?

To put it bluntly, the bastard sees the money, and the fool will take the bait when the lion opens his mouth!

"This is half a million crystals!"

A sweet and ethereal voice came, and everyone froze, turning around blankly to look at Qianling Shengnv.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, the Holy Maiden of Thousand Spirits walked slowly in front of Yang Zhen, handed over an exquisite storage ring, and said with a smile: "You can take a look, after this trip to the Northern Abyss, even the In the process of walking, I may have to cross the catastrophe, and then I will ask Mr. Yang to protect me!"

Hearing this, everyone turned to petrification, and looked at the Qianling Saintess blankly.

Even Qian Lao opened his mouth with a look of bewilderment, obviously he did not expect that the dignified descendant of the ancient spirit clan, Qianling Saintess, would find an outsider to help her defend the way!

Not only that, the Qianling Saintess received half a million spars, which made everyone feel almost suffocated. This painful feeling is called poverty.

Take a look, see if you see it, she is indeed a saint of the ancient spirit clan, and she actually carries half a million crystals with her.

People are more angry than people!

But no one dares to get angry, what a joke, I would rather be angry with the bastard Yang, than with the holy girl of the ancient spirit tribe. Well, there are still a few strong men in the Mahayana period living on the mountain, so no one dares to be angry with the Qianling Saint girl.

Seeing Yang Zhen accepting the storage ring with a smile, Qianlao gave a wry smile, and just about to speak, Yang Zhen suddenly returned the 500,000 crystals to Qianling Shengnv.

A group of people were stunned, and some even cursed loudly: "Bitch, I didn't expect this bastard Yang to be quite graceful, how dare I want the spar of the Holy Maiden of Thousand Spirits, if I can become the saint of Qianling The female guard said, let alone not giving the spar, she is willing to live ten years less."

"I have decided, in order to be able to protect the Dao of Qianling Saintess, I will retreat for ten years!"

"What cultivation level is this brother?"

"Future travel period, how is it?"

"Then...you should retreat for a hundred years."

"Kill his mother, do you look down on me?"

A group of people were filled with righteous indignation and accused Yang Zhen one after another, but at any rate, Yang Zhen returned the spar to the Qianling Saintess, which did not arouse public anger.

Holy Goddess Qianling stared blankly, looked at Yang Zhen and asked, "You...don't accept my spar?"

Hearing the words of the Holy Maiden of Thousand Spirits, everyone glared at Yang Zhen, as if it was a good thing you had some grace.

Yang Zhen turned a blind eye to everyone's gaze, shook his head and said, "It's not that I don't accept it, it's that it's a little less!"

Less... less?

Hearing Yang Zhen's words, everyone at the scene cursed: "Do you think half a million is too little?"

Even Qianling Saintess was taken aback for a moment, and asked, "Why?"

Elder Qian came to Yang Zhen with a gloomy face, and said, "Little friend Yang, it's not good to say such things without faith?"

Yang Zhen curled his lips, and said: "This Sao sage keeps his promises, spits and nails, and if he speaks, he won't be able to pull back his true energy horse, so how could he not keep his word?"

"Then why do you think the Saintess's five hundred thousand is less?" Elder Qian acted as if I believed in you.

Yang Zhen didn't hesitate at all, glanced at Qianling Shengnv, glared at Qianlao and said: "My fellow, do you think I am a three-year-old child? The young lady in this ink painting is a special disaster. And it's definitely not the first and second special catastrophe, I don't know if I can handle it, don't you think half a million is too little for such a dangerous thing?"

Hearing that Yang Zhen actually called Qianlao a fellow townsman, everyone almost bit their tongues.

When everyone heard that Yang Zhen called Qianling Shengnv the little sister who came out of the ink painting, they all turned into petrification.

Qian Lao was stunned, and subconsciously asked: "Then how much do you think is appropriate?"

Yang Zhen counted with his fingers: "This sale, without a million crystals, I won't accept it!"

"Why don't you go grab it!" Qian Laoqi's beard blew up, and he stared at Yang Zhen, feeling the urge to slap him with a disagreement.

Everyone looked at Yang Zhen in amazement. Who would have thought that Yang Zhen would dare to ask for such an exorbitant price in the face of a terrifying strong man in the Mahayana period, and most importantly, Yang Zhen actually blew the old man's beard.

The old good man Qian Lao, the old good man Qian Lao who smiled at everyone, was actually blown by Yang Zhenqi, and he didn't even slap him?

Yang Zhen muttered: "You think this Sao Sheng doesn't want to, it's not like you can't beat you fellow!"

"You..." Qian Lao couldn't help laughing, his face was speechless and depressed.

The Holy Maiden of Qianling pursed her lips and smiled, then turned to look at Qianlao with calm eyes, but the smile on her face could not be held back no matter what.

The old man was stunned, and with trembling hands, he took out a storage ring from his bosom, and slapped it in the hands of the Qianling Saintess with gritted teeth.

"I'll give it back to you!" Qianling Shengnv said with a forced smile.

"Who asked you to pay it back!" Elder Qian glared at Yang Zhen, and said, "Boy, if the saint loses a hair when she crosses the catastrophe next time, this old man must learn about your big missing sword!"

Yang Zhen slapped his chest loudly, and said with a stiff neck, "My fellow, you can rest assured, Ben Sao Sheng is an old driver, and he drives as steadily as a dog!"

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