No one thought of it.

Yang Mucheng won the first place in the standings, which would cause so many people to be dissatisfied and make so many people challenge him. These people are all the top ten existences in the standings, and they are also the ten strongest people in the Jindan period among the Ten Thousand Dao Sword Sects.

"Oh my God, so many people have challenged Yang Lao Mo, obviously they don't recognize Yang Lao Mo's achievements!"

"The masters are arrogant, I doubt the authenticity of Yang Lao Mo's points, how can these masters not doubt it?"

In the midst of countless discussions.

Yang Mucheng turned his gaze to the elder.

The elder frowned slightly.

That's right.

In the battle for the standings, there is indeed such a rule: if a disciple's points are questioned by others, then others can challenge the disciple, and the disciple cannot refuse. Although there have been challenges in the past, most of them have only one or two people who have taken on challenges.

But now, Yang Mucheng is almost facing the challenge of the top ten disciples in the standings!

"Yang Mucheng!"

The elder pondered for a moment and said, "Since someone else has launched an invitation to fight against you, you can't refuse. According to the rules, you have to accept the challenge of these ten people. Only after you beat these people will your score not be questioned, and you can really get the top spot in the standings!"

Yang Mucheng raised his eyebrows and said with a smile:

"Since even the elders have spoken, then I can't break the rules. If that's the case, let's do it one by one. ”

"Start with 10th place......

"I want to trample all those who are not convinced!"

Yang Mucheng's words immediately shocked these disciples who issued challenges.

They didn't expect that.

Yang Mucheng is so crazy!

Even, I thought that I would trample on the top ten in the standings one by one.

"Good, good, good!" Wang Mao, who had a gloomy face, nodded heavily. According to the rules, the order of challenge is from low to high. "Old Demon Yang, I'll wait for you to lose in my hands later, I'll see if you can continue to be rampant like this!"

The crowd slowly retreated, leaving Yang Mucheng and Wang Mao with an area large enough to fight.

Yang Mucheng and Wang Mao were close at hand, looking at each other.

The situation here has attracted everyone's attention.

"Here we go!"

As the elders' shouts rang out.

The aura on Wang Mao's body suddenly became cold at this moment. His body and limbs are twisting and circling in a strange and feminine posture, and the whole person gives people a cold and poisonous snake posture.

"Heavenly Snake Fist Method!"

"This is the fist technique of the Xuan Rank!"

The crowd around them, seeing the calendar, shouted loudly.

As Wang Mao's opponent, Yang Mucheng felt an inexplicable coldness, and the whole person seemed to be targeted by a poisonous snake.

"Oh?"

Seeing Wang Mao's posture, Tianchen raised his eyebrows, revealing a hint of banter.

"The Heavenly Snake Fist is varied and weird. Both offensive and defensive, you can overcome rigidity with softness, and destroy softness with rigidity...... If Old Demon Yang doesn't have any skills, it's very likely that he won't even be able to pass this level!"

Shout~

Almost as soon as the words fell, Wang Mao, who was half-squatting, rushed up.

The surging internal energy made his whole person like a poisonous snake that swept by like lightning, and it rushed in front of Yang Mucheng in an instant. At the same time, he retracted his right hand and bit Yang Mucheng's throat like lightning like a snake's mouth.

"So fast!"

At this moment, the people around him exclaimed.

Though.

This move was not aimed at everyone, but the surrounding crowd could still feel a cold wind, which suddenly roared, and the power was extremely terrifying.

"It seems that Wang Mao has studied the Heavenly Snake Fist Method for a period of time, and he was able to practice this move to the point where he has both god and form!" Seeing this scene, the elder nodded secretly. "I don't know, how can Yang Mucheng resist?"

The crowd immediately looked.

saw that Yang Mucheng was standing in place, a trace of disappointment flashed in his eyes, and at the same time his right hand waved lightly.

"Bang!"

Hearing only a muffled sound, Wang Mao's right hand seemed to have smashed against an invisible barrier, and he could no longer move forward in the slightest.

"This ......"

Wang Mao secretly sighed in his heart, knowing that he was underestimating the other party.

At this moment, he was no longer hiding his strength, and he used the Heavenly Snake Fist technique to the limit. The whole human body, as if soft and boneless, hovered on the ground, and bounced up at an astonishing speed. At this time, Wang Mao brought an illusion to everyone, as if he had directly turned into a giant python, as if he was going to entangle Yang Mucheng, hang him alive and then devour him like a snake catching prey.

At the same time, his right hand was like the fangs of a poisonous snake, and it struck Yang Mucheng's body like lightning.

"Old Demon Yang, now I see how you can resist?"

Wang Mao let out a sneer.

The next moment.

In the void, it seemed that a dense snake shadow poured out.

"Old Demon Yang is going to be defeated!"

Someone exclaimed.

"It seems that his score is really fake......"

"With more than two million points, he can't do it at all as a martial artist who has successfully cultivated Jindan!"

"Hehe, I got to the top of the standings by cheating, and I will always be exposed to my true face. After seeing him defeat in the hands of Wang Mao, what face will remain in the Sword Sect?"

This moment.

The elder narrowed his eyes even more, and a hint of disappointment flashed in his eyes.

'This kid's score is amazing, but his cultivation is sparse and ordinary, even Wang Mao can't clean it up, it seems that the water contained in his score is too great!'

However.

Just after everyone thought that everything was a foregone conclusion, Yang Mucheng, who was entangled in the shadow of the snake, couldn't help frowning and snorted coldly:

"Quack!"

Then, with a flip of his right hand, he swept forward.

In a flash.

The snake shadows that struck the sky, under this slap, all dissipated like foam. Wang Mao, who was being proud, was even more shocked, and subconsciously shot towards the rear. But Yang Mucheng's movements were too fast, although he reacted, he could only watch the slap get closer and closer to him, closer and closer!

"Smack!"

There was a loud slap.

Wang Mao's face suddenly appeared with a blue and red five-finger mark. At the same time, Wang Mao's body trembled, and in front of everyone's eyes, he directly flew out six or seven meters, fell heavily to the ground, and even a few front teeth were fanned out.

Looking at Wang Mao, who was fanned, and then looking at Yang Mucheng, who looked indifferently as if he had slapped away an annoying fly, there was a dead silence inside and outside the entire square, and everyone was silent and didn't dare to make a sound!

"This Yang Old Devil, it's too terrifying, isn't it?"

A moment later.

Only then did someone exclaim and groan.

(End of chapter)