All My Skills Are Picked Up

At the city gate, a hundred zhang tall statue stood proudly with a sword in its hand.    

It was forged from crystal, and it was extremely lifelike. This was the statue of a Martial Profound warrior in the state city. Every piece of stone was smooth and smooth, and every detail was realistic. The crystal reflected the radiance of the sun, and it was a reflection of the vicissitudes of life that had occurred in the city for hundreds and thousands of years.    

The long sword pointed at the scorching sun. The stone statue's solemn expression and firm eyes seemed to be asking the world a profound question.    

"Why am I not wearing clothes?"    

The towering city walls emitted a misty white smoke, and the protective crystals on the city gates appeared hazy, giving off an illusory feeling.    

The soldiers guarding the city half leaned against the cool area of the city gates and smiled as they looked at the troops entering and leaving the city.    

The city gates were tall and wide, and it was difficult for birds to enter. The crowd was like a vast river.    

A few square tables were set up at the city gate, and a few soldiers were holding pen and paper in their hands, registering all the merchants and pedestrians who had entered the city.    

"Name, age, where did you come from? Do you have any goods?"    

A soldier looked at the man in ragged clothes in front of him, who had a broken sword at his waist, and asked.    

"Yang Zhen, sixteen years old, just returned from the Forest of the Netherworld. He only has a thin horse by his side!"    

As he spoke, Yang Zhen held the head of the thin horse by his side and let the soldier see it clearly.    

The thin horse suddenly opened its mouth and spat on the soldier's face.    

All the merchants and city guards around looked at Yang Zhen strangely.    

It seemed that Yang Zhen's name had caused them great shock!    

"Yang Zhen? You are Yang Zhen?"    

Yang Zhen looked at them and waved his hand. He smiled and said, "That's right, it's me."    

No one paid attention to what Yang Zhen said. They just looked at him in a daze. Suddenly, a sharp female voice sounded in the crowd.    

"Yang Zhen is back!"    

The voice went straight into the sky and drifted along with the wind.    

In the next moment, everyone in the surroundings, regardless of size, began to flee with all their might. A few old hags who had passed their prime actually also hobbled out.    

All the guards looked at Yang Zhen with an incomparably strange gaze.    

Glancing around, Yang Zhen smiled and said, "Sure enough, it's still a familiar shout. A familiar feeling. A familiar feeling is good!"    

He patted the head of the skinny horse beside him and suddenly turned to the soldier beside him and said, "I don't need to pay the entrance tax."    

The soldier nodded. He did not dare to say no.    

After tidying up his clothes, Yang Zhen wiped some saliva on his palm and tidied up his hair.    

As the saying goes, the head can be broken, the blood can flow, and the wife can be changed. One's hair must not be messed up. It wasn't easy for him to come back, so he naturally had to be more alert. This way, he might be attracted by some beautiful woman on the street. Things like fate... Who could say for sure?    

Yang Zhen tore off his tattered clothes, which were full of holes, and walked to the front of the statue. He raised his head and looked at the bottom of the statue. Using the smooth and round two round objects, he took a look at his own appearance.    

"As expected, he's still so handsome and cool!"    

Yang Zhen grinned and did not care about the dust on his face in the crystal mirror. Was the yellow-skinned, skinny, and average-looking man handsome? Just the clothes he was wearing and the broken shoes that revealed his ten toes... It definitely had nothing to do with the word 'cool'.    

Turning his head and holding the thin horse, Yang Zhen raised his head and walked valiantly towards the city with his head held high.    

"Yang Zhen is back. Everyone, get out of the way!"    

Shouts were heard on the street.    

Immediately after that, countless rotten cabbage, tomatoes, and stinky eggs flew in from all directions.    

The women and old women who had escaped just now all appeared once again, and threw things at Yang Zhen with all their might.    

"You bastard, I can't believe you still have the face to come back!"    

"Sure enough, you are a scourge that has been left behind for a thousand years. Even the poisonous insects and Demonic Beast in the Netherworld Forest can't kill you?"    

"Yang Zhen, go to hell!"    

"Everyone, use your strength and throw this brat to death!"    

Yang Zhen walked slowly in the midst of the rotten eggs and cabbage that flew over. His smile did not decrease, and his pace was not slow.    

It was as if his body had eyes, and he could actually avoid all the things that flew over on his own.    

The skinny horse that followed beside him was caught in the crossfire. It was smashed all over its body, and it kept making hissing sounds at Yang Zhen.    

Yang Zhen smiled and said, "Old horse, don't worry. They are welcoming us! You see, when the general returned victorious, it was just a flower field. Although we're paving the land with cabbage and tomatoes, the scene is even more spectacular! "    

As he spoke, Yang Zhen slightly tilted his body, and a few more stinky eggs directly smashed onto the skinny horse's face.    

The skinny horse lowered his head, completely speechless.    

It could only admit its bad luck to follow such a master.    

Yang Zhen waved happily at the crowd around him. Occasionally, when he saw someone he knew, he would greet them.    

"Aunt Wang, is your girl doing well recently? Is she even more beautiful?"    

"Uncle Zhao, is your niece married yet? Do you want to send her to me? Food and accommodation are included!"    

Yang Zhen shouted happily. However, the people he greeted all started to curse. They threw everything they could throw out. In the end, they didn't throw anything. They even took off their shoes.    

Yang Zhen didn't care at all. He moved nimbly and easily dodged.    

Suddenly, two cold lights rushed out of the crowd and arrived in front of Yang Zhen like a gust of wind.    

One at the front and the other at the back, they were incomparably sharp.    

The cold light covered the sky full of cabbage and tomatoes, it was impossible to see with the naked eye.    

However, Yang Zhen suddenly raised his hand and pulled out the broken sword from his waist. With a wave of his hand, the two cold lights were actually slashed back by his sword.    

Bang! Bang! Two dull sounds were heard from the crowd.    

A few girls who were happily throwing the sword suddenly found that the man beside them had fallen to the ground. There was a dagger on his neck for no reason. Blood was gushing out. The girl was so scared that she fainted. The people around her also started to run, and they started to shout. Countless people on the street looked at Yang Zhen in shock, and their faces were filled with fear.    

Yang Zhen waved his hand and stabbed his sword back. Everything happened in an instant, and no one could see his movements clearly.    

Slowly, Yang Zhen smiled and said, "Old Ma, welcome to my hometown, a place where countless people want me dead."    

Hot air came out of the thin horse's nose, and it rolled its eyes, as if it didn't care about what Yang Zhen said.    

Yang Zhen touched the old horse's head and said, "Of course, this place is not as good as the Forest of Nether."    

After passing through the streets and alleys, the crowd around them gradually decreased. Before Yang Zhen knew it, he had already arrived in front of a tall courtyard.    

There was only one family in the entire street.    

A house that could occupy a street in the State City was definitely not something an ordinary merchant official could do.    

The door was flattened with two big words, "Yang Mansion!"    

Yang Zhen took a deep breath and said softly, "State City, test. Hmph! I'm back. The first place is mine! "