"Huo Lao has made a move!"

"Yes, Huo Lao has been working hard in the square for more than 150 years, and his cultivation has reached the seventh stage of Jindan, and this time the second-class core is expected!"

"Huo Lao wasted on the first-class core, a full hundred and twenty years, and only recently woke up and lowered his goal instead. I've been practicing alone for a while, and I guess this time it's already nine out of ten!"

I saw the old man walk out.

The compliments around immediately rang out.

But see.

Huo Lao was full of confidence and walked out with his hands. He glanced at the core tower, and then turned his gaze to Yang Mucheng's body:

"Old Devil Yang, if you don't listen to the old man, you will suffer in front of you!"

"I've wasted more than 100 years on the first-class core, but I don't want to see you take a detour, so I'll kindly remind you - don't be too ambitious!"

When Yang Mucheng heard this, he slowly retracted his gaze, shook his head and said: "There is a gap between people, and if you can't catch the first-class core, it doesn't mean that I can't do it!"

Huo Lao's complexion turned from white to blue, from blue to purple, and the blue tendons on his forehead emerged one by one.

He flicked his long sleeves and snorted coldly:

"I don't know what to say!"

"Huo Lao, why do you have to be as knowledgeable as this kind of kid?"

"This kid has a posture of not giving up when he doesn't see the Yellow River, and you kindly remind him that he doesn't appreciate it. ”

Everyone persuaded each other again and again, and at the same time secretly belittled Yang Mucheng.

Zhao Yangxie and Lin Lao Mo also shook their heads secretly.

Entering this Ten Thousand Dao Sword Sect, it is an assessment all the time. If you fall behind, you will fall behind forever. They didn't believe it before, but now that they saw Yang Mucheng's posture, they secretly believed it in their hearts. Perhaps, after they have cultivated to reach the Yuanying Realm or even the Purple Mansion Realm hundreds of years later, Yang Mucheng is still guarding the first-class core in this core tower!

Present.

I no longer pay attention to Yang Mucheng.

And Yang Mucheng, who was also happy, found a corner and sat cross-legged. Previously, he had memorized all the changes in the first-class core, and the next thing he had to do was to improve his state to the extreme, and strive to catch the first-class core at this last chance!

Call!

Just when Yang Mucheng was meditating and pranayama, Huo Lao had already made a move.

Like Yang Mucheng, what he summoned was also a golden palm, and when the golden palm appeared, it was already bursting out like thunder and lightning. At this moment, the second-class core flashed rapidly, and fled like a wild horse on the loose.

At this moment, everyone watched with fear.

But.

Huo Lao seemed to have a posture of being a bamboo in his chest, no matter how the second-class core escaped, he didn't rush to make a move. The golden palm, always like a fishing net spread on one side, was slowly closing at this moment, and gradually, the area where the second-class core escaped became smaller and smaller.

Someday!

Abruptly, Huo Lao shouted: "Stop me!"

Rumble!

As soon as he finished speaking, he leaned forward with his palm. The huge golden palm also grabbed violently at this moment, in no particular order, and directly held the second-class core in his hand. was grabbed into the palm of his hand, and the second-class core was still struggling, but it was still dragged down by Huo Lao from the void!

"Haha, the second-class core is here!"

Huo Lao laughed proudly, his face full of spring breeze.

"Congratulations to Mr. Huo......"

"Huo Lao, you have been waiting for more than 100 years, and this second-class core can be regarded as making up for your regrets for more than 100 years!"

"Congratulations!"

The congratulatory voices around kept ringing.

Huo Lao put the core in his hand and looked at Yang Mucheng proudly, with a demonstrative and show-off on his face. However, when he found that Yang Mucheng was meditating and pranayama at the moment, he retracted his gaze stupidly, looked at everyone, and said:

"Guys, it's your turn next!"

"Remember!"

"Grab the core, remember to do what you can, don't be too ambitious, otherwise it will be empty!"

Everyone present, who didn't know that Huo Lao was alluding to Yang Mucheng?

Bundles of mockery, regret, and disdain all looked towards Yang Mucheng.

But.

After a moment, they withdrew their gaze.

Because.

They think that it is not worth wasting time on Yang Mucheng!

All of a sudden, everyone began to grab the core of the island.

Beigong Jian was the second to strike.

He succeeded at one time, and what he captured was a third-class core.

Zhao Yangxie made his sixth shot, failed twice in a row, and grabbed a fourth-class core for the third time, which can be regarded as a big luck.

Lin Lao Mo also set his goal above the fourth-rank core, but unfortunately he missed all three opportunities.

Others watched as they estimated their own strength.

But.

Most people aim for a fourth, or fifth-class core. For the martial artists in the middle of Jindan, the fifth and sixth ranks are at least seventy percent sure. Fourth-class, it is only one percent. Zhao Yangxie, Lin Lao Mo and Yang Mucheng were a group of people who came to the Ten Thousand Dao Sword Sect, and after seeing Yang Mucheng's two failures, they could only lower the standards in their hearts.

Of course, there are also some people who are not willing to grab only the fourth-class core, but focus on the third-class core.

So I was willing to give up this opportunity and prepared to grab it again in three years.

or disappointed, or excited, or regretful, or unwilling......

Nearly seventy percent of the more than 20 people have captured the core. Now, in the entire core tower, only Yang Mucheng is left with one last chance to use it.

Laugh at!

It was only after the last person, after the successful capture, that Yang Mucheng opened his eyes.

A beam of golden rays that had almost condensed into substance shot out of his eyes.

"He ......"

"Is this going to be the last chance?"

"I don't know, he's going to use this last chance on a few cores!"

The crowd that was about to leave quietly stopped and looked at Yang Mucheng.

Huo Lao put his hands behind his back, stared at Yang Mucheng with a smile, and whispered to the left and right:

"This kid's strength is not bad, if he lowers his grade and chooses a third-class core, he will definitely be nine out of ten! But if he continues to be obsessed and puts his goal above a higher level, he will inevitably fail!"

"Look!"

Everyone followed Yang Mucheng's gaze and looked ahead.

At this look, I couldn't help but raise my eyebrows.

Yang Mucheng's gaze directly ignored those low-level island cores, and still placed them on top of the top-level first-class cores!

"Obsessed!"

Huo Lao snorted coldly, flicked his sleeves and walked towards the outside of the tower.

"Alas!"

Zhao Yangxie also shook his head secretly.

The rest of the people, also followed Huo Lao, and walked towards the outside of the tower.

In their opinion, even if they continued to stay and watch the battle, there was no point in it, because Yang Mucheng could not fail at all!

However.

Yang Mucheng, who was about to use the last chance, even closed his eyes at this moment.

At the moment when Huo Lao pushed the door out, Yang Mucheng suddenly opened his eyes, and his right hand quickly poked out. In an instant, a terrifying dragon roar erupted in the entire core tower. Zhao Yangxie in the crowd seemed to feel something, only to feel that the fear he felt on the Suoling ferry was once again shrouded.

He subconsciously looked back.

Thoroughly, stunned!

(End of chapter)