The will of the Yin Yan Xuanlong gradually dissipated, and as soon as the evil and obscurity disappeared, it relieved all the people, from Ji Shuncheng to the ordinary people present, the confrontation between the two just now started from Yang Chen's charge, like two giant dragons in their will world as a battlefield constantly turning over the river and the sea, making them sometimes like falling into the Nine Hells, and the catastrophe will never recover;

Now Yang Chen has taken back all his breath and become the same as him, and he is the middle school student who is swaying and has little interest in things.

None of the people present spoke, only the noise of the announcer that was being interfered with by electromagnetic interference.

Most of them looked at Yang Chen, some of the classmates who usually knew Yang Chen did not wake up from the shock, some showed admiration or panicked eyes, and some looked a little embarrassed, and even uncertain, only Xu Zizhao's eyes lit up with this teasing, and he was really happy that Yang Chen won that terrifying will, he may be the purest one. As for the boss director, he was the one who should be shocked the most, a student who had been in contact with every day for two years under his nose had become so special, he could be called a monster standing at the top of the crowd, plus he looked young but in his thirties, and he was past the age when he should have imagined, all kinds of scenarios combined he should be shocked to the extent of dislocation, but compared to others, he stood out calmly, and even gave Yang Chen a kind of veteran's firmness, but Yang Chen didn't get more information from him, the special talent of the divine soul was only limited to the idea of letting him read the thoughts of others, no matter what realm it was, limited to one thought. The reason why he can read so much information from Yin Xuan Xuan Dragon is because Yin Shen Xuan Dragon's way of thinking is different from ordinary people, it or Yang Chen's single thought can create a huge amount of information or data flow, vividly what is the amount of calculation that affects the whole body, the calculation limit of the supercomputer is just a small ant compared to him, so Yang Chen can easily read the ins and outs of many of their plans, and as for the old class, it is just an ordinary person, it is impossible to have so much information, so what Yang Chen can read is also limited, and Yang Chen can only read that his teacher is not as simple as it seems。

Yang Chen said that he wouldn't care if he couldn't read it, and after glancing at this circle of people with different thoughts, he decided to deal with the aftermath of his gambling contract.

"Bah-"

When Yang Chen was preparing to act, a small hole was first cracked on his body, and then it turned into a piece, they were concentrated in the corner of his eye, giving people the feeling of a chapped hand in autumn, moving to the corner of his eye.

This is the sequelae of Yang Chen's use of the divine soul, and the traces of chapping soon spread all over his body, even his original handsome face.

He now combined with the blood marks he was scratched out, which made people feel much more embarrassed than Song De, who was blown up by him with a small Tang knife in his torso.

Cao Yunhua originally thought that he would be in a catastrophe, and God's will was shattered, what else could he do. But seeing his embarrassment, he even thought that he could turn the tables, and instead of escaping, he could kill Yang Chen.

Together, these thoughts grew like weeds in his heart, even devouring his reason, and developing his ambition even more.

He didn't want to think about how much Yang Chen was valued by his so-called gods, obviously weaker than the cubs in the clan, but he still regarded him as an eternal giant. He didn't even want to think about whether he was worthy of fighting on the same platform as Yang Chen like a god.

There have been cases in history where the Transformation Realm killed the extremely weak Transformation Gang Realm, but Yang Chen is not as simple as the Transformation Gang Realm, he is a creature with the soul of a god in the weak body of the Transformation Gang Realm, even if he is weak, he can't let down his vigilance.

Yang Chen noticed Cao Yunhua's swelling mind like a weed, and smiled slightly: Okay, I originally wanted to cure Old Man Ji first, and let Zhuo Ziyan, the little girl who was implicated by him, wake up, but you little insect actually rushed over first, okay, I'll pinch you to death first.

Cao Yunhua saw Yang Chen's playful eyes, but he thought that Yang Chen was at the end of the crossbow, and he was holding him hard, he shook his hand and said that he was not equipped with a gun, so he took out the long sword behind his back and stabbed Yang Chen.

Cao Yunhua's charge is not comparable to Yang Chen or Song De when he was possessed by the Yin Yan Xuanlong, he is just a small transformation realm, an ordinary man in cultivation, he can't be like Yang Chen's shrunk into inches, nor can he be like the crushing advance of a giant dragon like Song De, he can only walk step by step, such a comparison is like a faltering child.

But he still didn't realize the gap, and moved forward in the illusion of his ambition.

Yang Chen didn't make any movement when he saw him rushing away, just took out one pill after another from the jade wrench he was carrying, and swallowed it like chewing peanuts.

The vigorous medicinal power melted into the meridians as the pill melted into the stomach, and Yang Chen's flesh and blood actually began to squirm, and those cracked marks recovered in the peristalsis, and the jade-like skin reappeared with muscles full of explosive feeling.

The flip of it all is so big, it's like a patient with a hanging breath suddenly becoming a gymnast.

Cao Yunhua finally realized that something was wrong, he wanted to retreat, because his kinetic energy was not so great, but Yang Chen came up, using the smoke and waves to blur the trick, walking like smoke and illusion but full of danger and murder, Cao Yunhua only found that he was a bystander between Song De and Yang Chen, and even himself and Yang Chen were very different in the application of this most basic cultivation, just like two crystal balls, others can use it for hypnosis or even as a performance project, and he can only pile it up in the corner of the garbage heap in his home, and he can't even do how to keep it crystal clear。

This has nothing to do with cultivation at all, and is limited to one function.

The world is fleeting, Yang Chen's outstretched hand has already touched Cao Yunhua's long sword, the long sword fell under the push of Yang Chen's fireworks, shattered into iron, and Yang Chen's hand also touched Cao Yunhua's fist with the sword handle.

Yang Chen shook his wrist and threw it upward......