In the midst of everyone's exclamations, Zhou Can's palm was firmly slapped on Yang Mucheng's shoulder. However, a shocking scene appeared. Yang Mucheng stood there as steadily as Mount Tai, and was not slapped by him as everyone imagined.

"How is that possible?"

Of course.

The most shocked was Zhou Can himself. He slapped down, even if it was the copper mountain iron wall, he had to lie down, this kid not only didn't move at all, but his slap went down, but his shocked right hand was numb?

"It was you who shot me just now?" Yang Mucheng was looking at the huge training tower intently, not caring about the situation behind him at all. It wasn't until he was slapped by Zhou Can that he reacted, turned around, frowned and asked.

"It's Lao Tzu, I'm ......"

Zhou Can put away the shock in his heart.

Since private fighting was not allowed in the Heavenly Palace, he didn't use his previous palm. Seeing Yang Mucheng turn around, he found that the other party was just a raw face, and immediately replied unceremoniously.

"Get out!"

Yang Mucheng frowned, and his backhand was slapped away.

Hiss~

At this scene, many people who watched it gasped.

"Who is this newcomer? The courage is really not small, he dares to argue with Zhou Can, and he dares to fight back?"

"Does he think he can be the opponent of Prince Tuesday?"

Many people watched gloatingly.

Yang Mucheng's slap was too fast, too fast, and before Zhou Can could react, the slap was firmly slapped on his face. only heard a loud slap of 'pop', and then the Tuesday prince was body trembled, and he was directly beaten out of balance, and flew out under everyone's shocked gaze.

"Bang!"

A six-meter-high rockery was directly smashed into pieces by Zhou Can who flew out.

"Ahem~"

Opening his mouth, Zhou Can spat out a mouthful of blood and two broken teeth.

Quiet!

Outside the training tower, there was silence.

Everyone looked at the scene in front of them in amazement, and everyone looked at Yang Mucheng who was standing there in disbelief, and then looked at Zhou Can who was vomiting blood all over his mouth.

"I was actually slapped and flew away?"

"Something's wrong, there's something big......"

The crowd exclaimed.

Many people looked at Yang Mucheng and speculated who this new face was, and he dared to hit Zhou Can. This is equivalent to pulling teeth from the tiger's mouth and killing yourself!

But.

There were martial artists who witnessed yesterday's selection in the inner gate, but they shook their heads and said with a faint smile:

"What is a slap in the face? This young man is Emperor Yang, yesterday he had already defeated Lin Ao, a disciple of the inner sect, and defeated Fang Baiyu, the crown prince of the Heavenly Tiger Dynasty. Even Ziyang Zhenren couldn't do anything about him! If it weren't for the rule of Tuotian Palace that restricts private fights, it is estimated that Zhou Can would be beaten to death by Emperor Yang's slap!"

Call!

It's okay not to say this, but after saying it, it makes everyone's scalp tingle.

They only thought that Yang Mucheng was a stunned young man who didn't understand anything, and now they understood that the other party was an unprovoked beast!

"Lin Ao's strength is in the inner gate, and he is not a bad existence, he has broken through the nine-story training tower!

"That Fang Bai Yu, although he has not yet entered the Heavenly Palace to cultivate, he is a proud disciple of Ziyang Zhenren, and his strength is not under Lin Ao!"

"Even Ziyang Zhenren can't do anything about him?"

In a burst of exclamations, everyone looked at Yang Mucheng's eyes with more and more fear.

"Boy, do you know who the master is?" Zhou Can covered his swollen face and stared at Yang Mucheng deadly. "You dare to hit me?"

"This is the saint of our Great Qian Dynasty!" Lu Yao'er looked at Zhou Can and snorted coldly: "You did it first, what about beating you? The saint's subordinates showed mercy and didn't kill you, it is already considered your luck! Get away, don't make noise here, disturb the interest of the saint." ”

Now.

Yang Mucheng retracted his gaze and looked at the Experience Tower.

This tower, a total of 12 floors, each layer is about three zhang, the whole body presents a hexagonal shape, and the tower spreads like a goose's wings along the posture. Under the tower, there are still bells hung, and when the wind blows, the sound of jingling bells is pleasant. The esoteric talismans flew up and down, revealing this tower very mysteriously.

"Who do I care who you are?"

Zhou Can was slapped in public, how could he endure it? Seeing that Yang Mucheng didn't take him in his eyes at all, he suddenly felt a nameless anger surging into his heart. "If you beat me, do you want to do that?"

His eyes widened with rage, his muscles swelled, and he was about to strike.

Then.

Yang Mucheng, who had finished looking at the entire training tower, seemed to be aware of it, and didn't see any movement from him, but slowly stretched out his right hand and gently pressed it downward.

At this moment, Zhou Can only felt a majestic momentum smashing on his body. This momentum almost condensed into substance, and crushed down frantically.

"Ahh

Zhou Can shouted.

But seeing that his body trembled, he suddenly lost his balance, and was directly smashed by this terrible momentum and fell to his knees. The knee smashed the ground into a deep depression, and the endless cracks spread wildly along the depression, dense and dense like a spider's web.

"Kneel here for three days, so that I can reflect on it!"

Yang Mucheng turned his head, glanced at Zhou Can lightly, and walked towards the Experience Tower.

It wasn't until his figure was fully integrated into the training tower that the noise outside the training tower resumed.

"It's terrible! A slap to fly the prince of Tuesday is not counted, and he is still pressed to his knees, and he is going to kneel here for three days!" A martial artist swallowed his saliva, looking at Zhou Can, who was struggling desperately, but couldn't stand up no matter what, and almost didn't bite his tongue off.

"I finally know why someone calls him Old Demon Yang now...... If you are any one else, you have to take care of Zhou Can's identity. But he didn't care about it at all! It is worthy of Emperor Yang, and it is worthy of being Old Demon Yang!" a martial artist shook his head again and again, sighing.

"This ......"

Mr. Su glanced at Yang Mucheng, who had entered the training tower, and then at Zhou Can, his heart trembled for no reason, and he couldn't help but say secretly:

"I thought that my strength was on par with Yang Mucheng. If he wants to defeat me, he can only use the Nine Dragons Flying Sword. But now it seems that his strength is even more terrifying than I imagined! Let Zhou Can kneel here for three days and not move, even I can't do it. ”

"Perhaps, he can help me!" Mr. Su pondered for a moment, but still shook his head. "No, even he can't help me!"

Throw these distracting thoughts out of your mind.

Mr. Su cast his gaze towards the training tower, "Emperor Yang, Emperor Yang! I didn't expect that in this continent, there would be such a terrifying existence as you. I don't know, how many floors of the training tower can you break through? Presumably, there should be no problem in reaching the tenth floor at once!"

Just when everyone's eyes were withdrawn from Zhou Can's body and looked towards the training tower, Yang Mucheng only felt that the sky was spinning for a while, and he entered the tower.

"Is this the Training Tower?"

Yang Mucheng looked around, revealing a hint of surprise.

(End of chapter)