"Everyone, come with the old man!"

Ziyang Zhenren glanced at Yang Mucheng and Fang Baiyu lightly, turned around and walked towards the mountain gate.

The two followed.

The rest of the warriors followed with fear. Although there is no battle yet, the smell of gunpowder between the two is getting stronger and stronger, and once it breaks out, it will be earth-shattering to the point of palpitations. As they went deeper into the Tuotian Palace, everyone seemed to have entered a fairyland on earth.

Although it was dark all around.

But the stars overhead are bright and unobstructed. Under the leadership of Ziyang Zhenren, everyone came to a huge ring area.

"This is the inner door selection field!"

Ziyang Zhenren's voice sounded faintly.

But see.

The entire huge arena is more than 30 zhang high, like a mountain peak that has been cut off from the middle of the mountainside, leaving a wide field for battle.

"This time the selection takes the points race. The three people with the highest points can become inner disciples. The rest are all outer doors. In this battle, there are no rules, life and death are fate. Surrender, loss of consciousness, or death are considered failures. ”

"If there is no disagreement, the game begins!"

Ziyang Zhenren said, the corners of his mouth were grinning, his eyes looked at Yang Mucheng and Fang Baiyu, and said, "The two of you have a grudge in Zhengyang City, and it was only because the old man made a move that it was forced to stop." Why don't we settle each other's grievances here?"

Hiss~

Everyone gasped.

No one expected that this Ziyang real person did things without the slightest cover-up. directly arranged the two in the first battle, then this first battle is a grudge game, a life and death game!

"Hahaha, Ziyang Zhenren, thank you!"

Fang Baiyu laughed, tiptoed, flew up to the ring dozens of zhang, and arched his hand towards Ziyang Zhenren. He turned his eyes and looked at Yang Mucheng playfully: "Old Demon Yang, we haven't decided the winner in the battle in Zhengyang City before, so let's try it here!"

"Zhenghe Yiyi!"

Yang Mucheng slowly bowed his head.

Ziyang Zhenren's small actions were as he wanted. Rather than procrastinating, it is better to settle it completely in the first battle.

Unexpectedly, Ziyang Zhenren had no scruples at all, and directly lined up the two of them in the first battle. This one must be a very terrifying battle between dragons and tigers!" A warrior secretly exclaimed.

"You say, Emperor Yang or Fang Baiyu, who will win?" some martial artists speculated curiously.

"It must be Emperor Yang!" one person affirmed: "Previously, Emperor Yang only used one move to kill the Red Flame Flame Flame Sculpture after the mutation. I still can't tell what it is. If he uses that move, I'm afraid Fang Baiyu won't be able to resist it!"

As soon as the words fell, someone hurriedly said: "This may not be! Emperor Yang's move is terrifying. But if you think about it, the more terrifying the move, the more expensive it will be. Emperor Yang may not be able to release that move in a short period of time. Moreover, even if Fang Baiyu has seen the power of Emperor Yang's moves, he still dares to call it out, he must have his own hole cards, and he is not afraid of Emperor Yang's hole cards!"

The man's eyes narrowed slightly, and he rotated back and forth between Yang Mucheng and Fang Baiyu, and after a while, he came to a conclusion:

"In this battle, Emperor Yang will be defeated!"

The crowd was stunned and silent.

In this battle, no matter who wins or loses, they can't participate, in front of these two, they are like praying mantis under the rolling traffic, which can be easily crushed.

in the ring.

The two stood staring at each other, close at hand.

A gust of wind swept between the cliffs, and the two of them grew up, and their clothes hunted loudly.

"Let's go!"

Ziyang Zhenren waved the dust in his hand, and his voice resounded in the air.

This moment.

The warriors around him held their breath in unison.

But he saw that almost at the same time, Fang Baiyu sneered, and the whole person exploded into the sky. I saw that with a turn of his right hand, a terrifying tiger roar was already heard above the sky. A phantom image turbulent through mid-air, quickly converging in his palm. After the phantom dissipated, a spear with a full promise appeared in Fang Baiyu's palm!

At this moment, the sea of qi in his body shook violently, and a huge internal energy like a vast river rushing directly poured out of his body. This huge internal strength even formed a white tiger with a drop in its forehead, hovering around Fang Baiyu's body, only to see layers of wrapping, and even completely wrapped Fang Baiyu's entire person in the white tiger phantom!

Then.

I only heard the roar of the white tiger phantom, and it was actually carrying the rolling wind as the air pressure!

The warriors around looked at this tiger that fell from the sky, and their faces were shocked:

"Is this to kill Yang Mucheng with one blow?"

Everyone turned pale with fright, and retreated to the rear one after another.

"Good time!"

Yang Mucheng's right hand kept all the time, only to hear the sound of 'bang', the holy dragon blood sword had already gushed out of the void, turning into a stream of blood towards the tiger head Zhan golden spear. Just listening to the sound of the 'bell', the terrifying white tiger actually burst directly, and as the white tiger's phantom dissipated, the tip of the holy dragon's blood sword was already against the tiger's head Zhan golden spear.

This tiger phantom is the transformation of internal strength.

The tip of the spear in the tiger's mouth is the eye of this move.

Yang Mucheng saw through the flaws of this white tiger at a glance, and directly restrained Fang Baiyu's tiger head Zhan golden spear, destroying the operation of this gun!

"What a brilliant eye!"

"I was able to see through the key point of the Yellow Rank Superb Martial Technique 'Fierce Tiger Running Lightning Strike' in an instant!"

Ziyang Zhenren saw Yang Mucheng's move and secretly sneered.

"However, will you be able to resist Bai Yu's next attack below, his cultivation is higher than yours, and he has more fighting intent than you......"

"Blocked?"

The martial artists outside the arena originally thought that Yang Mucheng would be pressed and beaten by Fang Baiyu, but they never thought that Yang Mucheng would crack Fang Baiyu's attack with an understatement.

Yang Lao Mo's name, is it a waste of fame?

The warriors only thought it was incredible, and Fang Baiyu, who was fighting against Yang Mucheng, didn't expect it. He looked at the tiger head Zhan golden gun that he was restrained, and he laughed instead of being angry at this moment:

"Wonderful!"

"Before, I was worried that you wouldn't even be able to catch His Highness's next move, and then His Highness will have a good time with you!"

Swish!

As soon as the words fell, Fang Baiyu's pupils closed, and the tiger's head Zhan golden spear burst out with a bright light.

"Rainstorm pear flower spear, stars fall!"

The spear in Fang Baiyu's hand swung violently, and under his terrifying technique, in an instant, a brilliant spear like a star exploded in the night sky, and it quickly blasted towards Yang Mucheng. This spear technique is extremely fast, and in the blink of an eye, it has already come to Yang Mucheng's body, and directly hit Yang Mucheng's body!

Yellow Rank Superb Martial Arts!

"The stars have fallen! It turns out that among the Yellow Rank martial arts, the power can rank among the top three Rainstorm Pear Flower Marksmanship!"

"This marksmanship is based on swiftness, and few people can practice it. I didn't expect Fang Baiyu to master it, and it had reached the level of Dacheng......"

Seeing Fang Baiyu's marksmanship, many martial artists exclaimed.

Immediately.

Everyone turned their eyes to Yang Mucheng.

A thought came to everyone's minds—

"Will he be able to resist it?"

PS: Thank you for the 999 of the gods, the 399 of the heartless and ruthless, the 388 of the forest, a little bit, and Ah Hui's reward~

(End of chapter)