An old acquaintance?
Yang Zhen looked at the Third Elder in the crowd with some surprise. This old man was rather taciturn, but Yang Zhen had the deepest impression of him when they were fighting for the Nine Realms Exquisite Pagoda.
For some reason, Yang Zhen always felt a sinister aura emanating from this Third Elder, like... being stared at by a dog.
Of course, Yang Zhen wouldn't casually call an old man a dog; that would be too impolite.
But Yang Zhen did have that feeling; he sensed it from the very beginning.
So even though the Third Elder was surrounded by many people, Yang Zhen could still sense it from a distance; that look in his eyes was chilling.
But so be it, they won't recognize me anyway. This Sage of Saunter is now a high-class Lin Race youth!
The Third Elder and his group approached Yang Zhen and the others. Seeing the First Elder sitting on the ground muttering to himself as if he had gone mad, they looked puzzled and asked curiously, "What happened?"
The First Elder looked up at the Third Elder, while Elder Diao and Elder Jian beside him wore wry smiles as they stared at Yang Zhen and said, "This young friend from the Lin Race is only at the Saint Realm cultivation level, yet he was able to revive a Saint Vein!"
"It's not resurrection!"
The Grand Elder muttered to himself, adding, "He... he not only revived the Sacred Vein, but also improved its quality. Can you believe that?"
The Third Elder was taken aback, his face filled with surprise and uncertainty as he looked at Yang Zhen with a puzzled expression.
"This... young man from the Lin Race?"
For some reason, when Yang Zhen saw the Third Elder's gaze, he suddenly felt a chill run down his spine.
It's like being naked in front of the Third Elder.
Although Yang Zhen a real man, and wouldn't suffer any loss even if he stood naked in front of the Third Elder, this feeling was still unpleasant.
Yang Zhen grinned at the Third Elder, putting on an innocent, neighborly expression, and then turned and left.
However, just as Yang Zhen turned around, before he could even take a step, the Third Elder suddenly shouted, "Stop!"
The sudden stop startled everyone around. Even the First Elder, no longer bewildered, looked at the Third Elder with a strange expression and asked in surprise, "Third Elder, what's wrong?"
" Yang Zhen, it's Yang Zhen!"
The Third Elder pointed at Yang Zhen and said with absolute certainty.
Yang Zhen: "???"
Everyone: "???"
"God of you, Yang Zhen? Didn't you see that this Lin Race boy has two horns on his head?"
The First Elder laughed heartily and said, "Third Elder is being far too sensitive. This Lin Race youth is not only real, but he is also the cousin of that Little Qi Lin from earlier, and he even knows the Lin Race's Cultivation Method. How could he be fake?"
"Yes, Third Elder, Yang Zhen will definitely appear here. Now that the Sacred Vein has been revived by our young friend, we just need to wait."
Elder Diao also offered words of comfort with a warm expression, and patted the Third Elder on the shoulder.
Clearly, everyone thought that the Third Elder had been driven mad by Yang Zhen.
However, the Third Elder slapped Elder Diao's hand away and pointed at Yang Zhen, saying, "This is Yang Zhen. Boy, do you think you can fool me by changing your appearance?"
The First Elder and the others stared at Yang Zhen with solemn expressions, then looked at the Third Elder with a look of utter absurdity on their faces.
How could there be such a prodigious young man? He could impersonate anyone and still be believed, but to impersonate one of the Myriad Races?
Is this a joke?
Yang Zhen was equally bewildered. If it weren't for the fact that everyone around him didn't believe it, Yang Zhen himself would almost have believed it.
"How did you figure that out, senior?" Yang Zhen asked with a curious expression.
The Thousand Faces Spirit Treasure can not only change a person's appearance, but also their temperament, perceived height, and even their voice.
Yang Zhen was certain that even if his own mother were here, she wouldn't be able to recognize Yang Zhen at a glance.
How did that old geezer figure that out?
The Third Elder laughed heartily, and a monstrous wave of energy suddenly erupted from his body as he slapped Yang Zhen.
The First Elder hurriedly stopped him, angrily saying, "Third Elder, do you know what you're doing? If you slap me and the Lin Race turns against my Yaoguang Holy Land, how will we survive...? Stop this nonsense!"
"I'm being ridiculous?" The Third Elder glared at Yang Zhen and said, "He is Yang Zhen, there's no mistake."
"How do you know he's Yang Zhen?" Elder Diao asked, squinting.
Among those present, it wasn't just the Third Elder who had seen Yang Zhen; Elder Diao and Elder Jian had also seen him, and Elder Jian had even been seriously injured by Yang Zhen.
Under such circumstances, if the Lin Race youth before them were truly Yang Zhen, how could Elder Jian and Elder Diao not recognize him?
Having finally gained the trust of the Lin Race, if the Third Elder were to slap them like that, everything would be over, and a tough battle would be inevitable!
Upon seeing the Third Elder make a move, Elder Jian and Elder Diao showed a hint of anger.
Isn't this just a way of saying that they're both idiots, unable to even recognize Yang Zhen?
If the Third Elder doesn't give them an explanation today, they really need to find a time and place to spar with him on the power of the Saint Realm.
At this moment, a playful look flashed across the Third Elder's face, as if he was certain that Yang Zhen couldn't escape. He stared at Yang Zhen and said, "How did I determine that you are Yang Zhen?"
At this point, the Third Elder pointed to his nose and said, "I can smell it! You are Yang Zhen!"
Yang Zhen's expression changed drastically. He leaped backward, exclaiming, "Damn it, are you a dog? You can smell it?"
Elder Jian and the others' expressions changed as if they had remembered something. They roared and pounced on Yang Zhen all at once, just like Yang Zhen suddenly barging in on their wedding night when the bride was already in bed.
We are sworn enemies!
Damn it, how dare you play tricks on us old folks like this?
Yang Zhen was startled and quickly shrank his neck, disappearing into the rocks.
The Grand Elder and the others were ashen-faced. Looking around at the crowd who were barely suppressing their laughter, he roared, "What are you all standing there for? Find him! Even if you have to turn Dragon Head Land upside down, you must find that bastard Yang Zhen! I... I... I'll kill that scoundrel!"
A group of people were digging around on the ground like they were playing whack-a-mole.
When Yang Zhen reappeared, he was already at the edge of the restriction!
"There!"
Suddenly, someone exclaimed in surprise, having spotted Yang Zhen.
The Grand Elder and the others jumped three feet high, their Body-Protecting Saint Gang booming like thunder as they charged towards Yang Zhen.
Yang Zhen stood in front of the barrier and waved to the crowd.
"Haha, brat, how could a scoundrel like you just walk into the Holy Maiden Tianxuan's restrictions...? That's impossible!"
The elder stumbled and almost fell face-first to Yang Zhen, staring in horror as Yang Zhen slowly crawled inside, his face filled with absurdity.
"Impossible!"
The Grand Elder roared and charged towards the barrier. The Elder Jian and the others beside him felt their hair stand on end and hurriedly shouted, "Grand Elder, don't!"
What do you mean "can't"? Yang Zhen can go in, but I can't?
The Grand Elder snorted coldly and charged towards the barrier with an extremely ferocious momentum.
boom--!
A deafening roar resounded as the Grand Elder crashed into the barrier. Suddenly, he was sent flying backward at an even greater speed than when he had charged forward, disappearing into the air in the blink of an eye.
"Bite!"
In the crowd, a kind-looking fat man made a strange sound. No one knew why he made such a sound, but it seemed better that he made it when the Grand Elder disappeared into the air.
How strange!