Lan Yan believed that Zhang Yang would definitely be able to beat Mo Liang hard in tomorrow's competition and give her a bad breath.

Thinking about it, the smile on Lan Yan's delicate face unfolded, and the beauty was incomprehensible, which made the moon in the sky feel ashamed of himself.

Lan Yan went back to rest with a rare good mood, she couldn't wait to get up early tomorrow morning to watch the scene of Zhang Yang pressing Mo Liang to the ground and beating him......

Purple bamboo forest, a yard with a large locust tree, and a house in Mo Liang.

Mo Liang was refining the demon pill and absorbing the pure source qi in it.

Such a direct way of refining the demon pill, if it was seen by others, it would definitely make Mo Liang a madman.

Because in the eyes of others, even if Mo Liang is not a madman now, he will become a madman after he has refined a certain amount of demon pills so roughly, and his mind is affected by the demon beast consciousness contained in the demon pill.

And Mo Liang is happy to refine the demon pill, and he is willing to do things that others can't avoid.

With the faint sound of ghosts crying and wolf howls in the sea of knowledge, all the demon beast consciousness that entered Mo Liang's body was wiped out.

After breaking through to the fifth layer of the Quenching Body Realm a day ago, Mo Liang spent half a day steadily cultivating and then started cultivating non-stop with the help of the cultivation resources at hand.

Don't look at Mo Liang who seems cynical on the surface, but he knows very well how important strength is in this world where the strong are respected. He understood that in the years he had been blind, he had fallen far behind the true geniuses of his generation.

Take Pity as an example, Mo Liang obviously regrets being two years old, but his cultivation is now three levels lower than that of Regret, and this is still when Regret is distracted by learning alchemy at the same time.

Blind at a young age, and the experience of not being able to cultivate after regaining his sight made Mo Liang have a strong heart far beyond ordinary people, he waited for many years, and finally waited for the time when he could cultivate normally......

The long dark night passed slowly, the stars disappeared and the moon disappeared, and when the sky was hazy, the sun rose from the east, and the sky had dawned!

After getting up early to prepare breakfast for Mo Liang, he sat quietly in the courtyard with his hands on his cheeks, in a daze, and did not bother Mo Liang.

The hour was approaching, and just as Xi Xi was about to get up and knock on the door of Mo Liang's house, the door was pushed open first, and then Mo Liang stretched his waist and walked out.

"I was about to call the young master you, but I didn't expect the young master to wake up by himself. He grinned, and then brought out the breakfast that had been prepared in the kitchen.

"It's a pity, I've been good at craftsmanship recently, and the young master rewards you with the highest evaluation of four words. Mo Liang said with praise and pity while eating breakfast.

"What four words?"

"Second only to me. Mo Liang commented indifferently.

Hearing the voice, Qiong's nose arched, and her small mouth pouted into the sky.

Mo Liang smiled, he was eating breakfast while teasing and regretting, his expression was relaxed, it seemed that today was no different from usual......

On the other side, a huge competition area in the center of the Snow Sword Sect was crowded with bustling people, and they tightly surrounded a huge competition platform in the center that was three zhang long and wide.

This is the place where Zhang Yang fought with Mo Liang.

At this moment, there were still two quarters of an hour before the time for the two to fight, and Zhang Yang had already come to the competition stage early, and he looked around while waiting for Mo Liang.

Surrounded by the martial arts platform, in addition to a large number of miscellaneous disciples and outer disciples, there were even some inner disciples, as well as a very small number of core disciples and true disciples.

Although there was no trace of the elders, Zhang Yang believed that after the competition began, the elders would definitely be secretly watching this side somewhere.

It can be said that there are people at every level of the Snow Sword Sect from the bottom to the top who are paying attention to this competition. This made Zhang Yang nervous, but when he thought that his opponent was Mo Liang, Zhang Yang's nervousness suddenly eased a lot, and it turned into an uncontrollable excitement.

In a few moments, he will have the most glorious moment of his life!

Just thinking about it, Zhang Yang was a little excited and couldn't help himself.

And just as Zhang Yang had guessed, a cadre of elders from the Snow Sword Sect was gathering at a high-rise in an attic twenty zhang away at this time.

On this attic, there were more than ten elders of the Snow Sword Sect who came in person.

In addition to important events such as ceremonies and major decisions within the sect, it is rare for so many elders to gather together.

And most of these elders came here for the same purpose, they all came to fulfill their life's wishes, to watch the beautiful picture of Mo Liang being beaten and crying for his mother.

If they have anything in common, it is that at some time and place in the past, most of them were cheated by Mo Liang.

At this time, all the elders did not pay attention to the side of the competition platform, but all gathered around Elder Hao, and they were doing something very interesting with great interest.

"Old ghost Hao, did you take the wrong medicine! You actually dare to bet on Mo Liangsheng? You want to pay for the coffin." An elder with skinny skin, dark complexion and sunken eyes said with a smile.

After speaking, he used a delicate mahogany box to put a pair of elixirs that were extraordinary at first glance on the table: "This is my bet, bet on publicity!"

"Old Geng, you don't know, Old Ghost Hao doesn't need a coffin, he likes to ossify into ashes and flutter in the wind!" On the side, the bruises on his face were still faintly visible, and Elder Ge said in a weird way, looking gloating.

In this regard, Elder Hao only glanced at Elder Ge lightly, but did not say anything.

At this time, a fat elder whose eyes narrowed into a line and was a little fat stepped forward and said with a smile:

"Old ghost Hao, don't worry, I'm not as immoral as Old Man Ge and Old Geng, I must be enough for you to keep enough coffin books. ”

As he spoke, the seemingly honest fat elder pressed a yellow-level top-grade secret treasure on the table: "I'll buy Zhang Yang!"

Elder Hao's face darkened, while Elder Ge and the others laughed......

It turned out that this group of elders was betting, betting on whether Mo Liang could stand and walk out of the competition area, Elder Hao was the dealer, only he could bet, and all the other elders couldn't bet......

The bet was proposed by Elder Hao, but he didn't dare to open the plate of whether Mo Liang could win or not, because he knew that Elder Ge and the group of old guys had never thought that Mo Liang might win, and Mo Liang's defeat was like a nail in the iron in their hearts, the difference was only how badly they lost.

If he opened the market of whether Mo Liang could win or not, it was very likely to arouse the suspicion of Elder Ge and the group of old foxes, and it would be self-defeating.

And even if Elder Hao opened the plate of whether Mo Liang could stand and walk out of the challenge area, the more than ten elders all took out their own good things, and they pressed on "can't" without thinking about it.