Unparalleled Martial God

This was a scolding remark. The Pacification King had already been provoked to the point where he lost all of his face and became a joke and joke. Now that the poem revealed such a cruel 'truth', he was truly worried that the Pacification King would have a good deed.    

    

If that was the case, there would definitely be something good that would happen to him.    

    

He had already walked a circle around the gates of hell and never wanted to do it again.    

    

As for those ancient voices, they weren't part of the Kun Kun, nor were they his grandfather's words. They might not necessarily be able to preserve his life, but they were only interested in these things.    

    

Chu Yang once again did not answer the question and jumped onto the math problem, but he did not miss the attention of these old fellows. They still had to get to the bottom of this.    

    

"What language is that? Is it one of the epochs?"    

    

"I don't know!" Chu Yang was not in a good mood.    

    

"That is to say, you are making it up.    

    

The stick immediately appeared again and rose up once more. Chu Yang's face was as black as the bottom of a pot as he began to make up nonsense and anxiously said, "What nonsense are you making up? You uncultured people are too scary. This is the legendary bird language!"    

    

Bird song?!    

    

At this moment, the entire world seemed to have gone silent.    

    

Ye Bohun and Qiu Jian were once again shocked by Chu Yang, he actually used some bird language to fool the Chaotic King.    

    

Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!    

    

The Peacock King also stared at him with his cold eyes. The temperature seemed to plummet as if he'd dived into water.    

    

Chu Yang and the rest were also frozen, but he did not care and tried to explain, "What kind of reaction is this? The reason it's bird language is because it's useless. My master saw that I'm too handsome, so he used it to torment this marshal, understand? "    

    

"Who is your master?"    

    

That aged voice was clearly interested in Chu Yang's master because someone who could teach a person like Chu Yang would definitely not be ordinary.    

    

I'm Confucius, Meng ZiMo Zi. I'm Han Fei-tou, and all sorts of other sons!    

    

Chu Yang immediately said, "This marshal's master, if you want to hear his name, I can speak for a year. Is my explanation enough?"    

    

What he said was naturally not the truth. Rather than to say that it was his master, he could be said to be the ancestor of his clan.    

    

After pausing for a moment, he continued, "He's also called the Old Immortal. Old man, old man, old man, old dog, and so on. You guys should be satisfied by now, right?"    

    

"Don't you know your master's name?"    

    

"It's not that I don't know, it's that this old fogey won't let me know!"    

    

Chu Yang immediately corrected.    

    

"Your ability to change your appearance must have been learned from your master — your master is a Thousand Transformation Scholar!"    

    

The Thousand Transformation Scholar!    

    

What the hell? This marshal has made a master that doesn't exist, do you also want to make a student that doesn't exist?    

    

The Thousand Faces Scholar was an absolute existence. Chu Yang wanted to form a relationship with him, but the Thousand Transformation Scholar might not be willing to. It was likely that he was disgusted by the idea, so he could only make a declaration.    

    

"That old fogey is definitely not some so-called Thousand Faces Scholar. This marshal swears on the name of the pretty boy. If there is even a single lie, the pretty boy's face will be completely gone!"    

    

"What exactly do you mean by fuckyou?"    

    

Youbastard!    

    

You 'resonofbitch!    

    

Dropdead!    

    

After saying those three sentences, Chu Yang, who was wandering around, was still unable to escape. Therefore, he did not plan on letting Yue Yanzi go, since he was going to be chased down by the King of Chaos anyway.    

    

It would be best if he died from anger.    

    

Chu Yang wanted to court death, but he quickly became excited, but he pretended to be troubled and angrily said, "You old things, don't you see that this marshal is hiding something? If I say it out loud, I will definitely be beaten to death by this old fogey. "    

    

Then, his attitude changed drastically as he said, "However, that old bastard is about to be killed and this marshal has yet to show his head. This marshal needs to anger him, so I can tell you guys that. However, you have to let this marshal go first!"    

    

This was a negotiation, and the result was straight out.    

    

"Sure!"    

    

"It's a deal!"    

    

"It's a deal!"    

    

Chu Yang immediately took out the array and cupped his fist again, "Everyone, the answer will appear in a while. If we meet again, allow this marshal to slip away first!"    

    

With a sou sound, he fled and quickly disappeared. However, this time, no one came to stop him. Because there was no need, Chu Yang could be said to be a hot potato. Wherever he went, the streets would be bustling with noise and excitement.    

    

"Phew!"    

    

Chu Yang never thought he would be able to leave safely, he let out a long breath and quickly changed his appearance. After calming down, he completely forgot about the price of seeking death and laughed sinisterly, "Hehe, it will be interesting later on."