The strongest husband in the world

Chapter 5 Likes to slap the face with facts

The three of Yang Hong quickly returned to the team and continued to line up. They really didn't dare to disobey the young people who came out of Fangcun Mountain.

"How many of these people do you know?"

In the front, the young man who was testing looked at Yang Yu and asked with his divine sense.

Yang Yu was stunned for a moment, and then quickly responded in his mind: "I don't know, I don't seem to have any memory before coming to Fangcun Mountain."

"It may be amnesia, your head... It seems that you have been knocked."

The young man's eyes flickered and he recalled that when he saw Yang Yu just yesterday to investigate Yang Yu's talent, he found that Yang Yu did seem to have some injuries in the back of his head.

"Uh, have you ever been knocked on?"

Yang Yu was silent for a moment, then shrugged and responded nonchalantly: "It doesn't matter, my life in the past must not have been very happy. From now on, I will join the sect of the Immortal Master and abandon the red dust."

"That's good."

The young man smiled slightly, and instead of continuing the sound transmission, he began to seriously test his talents.

Amnesia, is it not a blessing, just like the world has been cut off, only remembering the matter of Lingtai Fangcunshan, in the future, Taoism may be more effective with half the effort.

Yang Yu shrugged, he really wasn't interested in the memory of his world identity in Journey to the West, and he wasn't even interested in any Zhenbian palace.

"Next, Zhou Tong."

Soon, the youth's voice sounded, and it was the turn of the three people who mocked Yang Yu again and again.

"Hehe, it's my turn."

The young man named Zhou Tong sneered, flicked his long sleeves, and walked towards the youth in high spirits, and glanced at Yang Yu coldly.

That kind of arrogance, that kind of arrogant, that kind of disdain, is vividly expressed in this look.

"Silly Thirteen."

Yang Yu pouted and complained.

However, the young Zhou Tong didn't hear it, and he didn't have time to listen. The young man was already holding a ball and handed it to Zhou Tong.

"Put your hand up, if you have practiced, you will release your power. If you haven't practiced, wait for a few minutes, and the Spiritual Bead will automatically perceive your talent."

The young man spoke lightly, like an immortal who doesn't eat fireworks, and did not show indifference to these few people who targeted Yang Yu.

"After practicing for a period of time, there is a certain foundation."

Zhou Tong immediately opened his mouth and placed his palm on the Spirit Measuring Orb.

However, he has not exerted his strength, he has not cultivated it yet, as for what he said just now, it was purely a fart for pretending to be coercive.

After waiting for a few minutes, the young man from Fangcunshan frowned, his spiritual beads were dull, and then he looked at this Zhou Tong, shook his head and said, "Go back, don't try to practice anymore, you can't step on the path of cultivation, immortal. Buddha can't save you."

"what?"

At this moment, Zhou Tongru was struck by lightning, his face turned pale, and he couldn't believe what Fang Cunshan said.

His father was a guest of the town's palace, and he was a great cultivator with great strength.

With such a father, how could he not be able to practice.

"Impossible, it's absolutely impossible. What do you mean by saying that immortals and Buddhas can't be? Also, my father is a Jindan cultivator, how could I not be able to practice!"

Zhou Tong's face became ugly, staring at Fang Cunshan youth, his voice was a little hoarse.

"The immortal Buddha can't either. It means that the ancient Buddha in the west, and the great immortal Linchen in the heaven can't let you set foot on the path of cultivation. You can only be a mortal for a lifetime."

The young Fangcunshan opened his mouth lightly, looked at Zhou Tong, and explained plainly: "As for your father being a monk, this is normal, and the father's generation cannot affect the offspring."

"However, this is impossible. My father is the ninth guest of the town's palace, and a real great monk. I am his son."

However, Zhou Tong still couldn't accept it.

His father is so strong, and his father has no children, how could he be a waste who can't even practice?

"Retreat, Immortal Master chooses apprentice, don't mess around."

The youth from Fangcunshan waved his hand gently, and directly brushed Zhou Tong to the back of the team, sitting on the ground with his buttocks.

"Okay, next one."

The young Fangcunshan opened his mouth lightly and looked at the next person.

"Sun Ming!"

The second of the three youths stepped forward, wearing a military uniform, quite like a dragon.

He glanced at Yang Yu and Zhou Tong lightly, and smiled proudly.

3 minutes later……

"Well, another person who can't cultivate."

The youth from Fangcunshan looked at the gloomy measuring spirit bead and shook his head. This Sun Ming was the same as that Zhou Tong.

"impossible!"

Sun Ming's face was pale, and he couldn't accept it in his heart.

He... can't even practice cultivation, he's a waste!

"Two rubbish, shame on my town's palace!"

In the end, the little prince Yang Hong stepped forward with a sense of majesty. He was definitely the son of the prince's mansion and the generation of the little prince.

"Wild seed, be optimistic, let you know what is the real orthodox bloodline, the real genius of the town's palace!"

Yang Hong stepped forward, his eyes coldly glanced at Yang Yu and the two people who were with him, his face was indifferent.

"Pretend to be your mother's thirteen, don't wait to be another trash who can't practice."

Yang Yu looked at Yang Hong's arrogant look, and said speechlessly, but also brought a trace of anger.

This Yang Hong is just an ordinary person now, and his talent is full, so he is really not afraid of him.

It's a big deal, let's fight!

"Humph!"