4th Update)

Being disturbed by the Blazing Academy like this, Yang Ming had no intention of continuing to watch the game.

Of course, the most important thing is that Yang Ming couldn't stand the gaze of the people around him who ate melons, and after saying goodbye to Shrek Academy, he left the Great Fighting Soul Field alone.

In the viewing platform of the contestants, there was always a pair of cold eyes staring at Yang Ming vaguely, and when they saw Yang Ming leave, the owner of these eyes also left with him.

Along the way, Yang Ming's fans can be seen waving at him from time to time, and most of the time Yang Ming only nods in response, which is actually not because Yang Ming is cold, but because he once met a fan who was inch by inch, not only asking him to sign a group photo, but also asking him to be the other party's boyfriend.

The point is that the other party is still a man.

That's embarrassing, old iron.

Since then, Yang Ming has pretended to be a cold face to these so-called fans, and avoided contact as much as possible to avoid unnecessary trouble.

At this time, outside the Great Fighting Arena, in addition to some spectators who did not buy tickets to enter, there were also some scalpers who specialized in scalping and even reading, which made Yang Ming have mixed feelings, as long as the market needs it, this kind of scalper will naturally be born.

When he was on the road, Yang Ming said to a certain tenant who lived in his body in a voice that he could only hear:

"Black Emperor, did you pass on the news to the Fire Leopard Sect that I dug up their ancestral grave?"

Unexpectedly, Yang Ming did not get a reply from the dead dog of the Black Emperor.

In fact, in these years, in addition to the fact that the Black Emperor often bubbled at the beginning, the time interval between bubbles became longer and longer, and it seemed to enter some kind of dormancy.

Yang Ming guessed that it might also be because the Black Emperor and the Douluo Continent were incompatible, after all, the strength of the Black Emperor was comparable to the gods of the Douluo Continent, and the general god-level existences did not live on the continent, but lived in the Divine Realm, if the Black Emperor stayed in the Divine Realm, maybe he wouldn't have to fall into dormancy often.

As Yang Ming walked, there was a sudden vigilance in his consciousness, and his eyes had unconsciously opened the kaleidoscope writing wheel.

The red light flashed in his eyes, and the corners of Yang Ming's mouth pursed a faint smile, and he said secretly:

"Is it finally here?"

The street scene in front of me seems to be exactly the same as usual, still that day and that place, people of different faces come and go, shouting, talking, and talking one after another, but it inexplicably gives people a sense of vanity.

The sun shining above his head was supposed to give people a hot feeling, but at this time, there was not the slightest warmth, but there was a cold feeling of appendage that climbed up and attached to Yang Ming's body surface.

And in the eyes of Yang Ming's kaleidoscope writing wheel, this is just caused by some kind of clever illusion applied by someone.

Yang Ming seemed to be leaving in the direction of the academy, but in fact, under the guidance of people with ulterior motives, he was leaving towards the outside of Heaven Dou City.

Although the other party's illusion is very clever, but unfortunately, this so-called clever illusion seems a little ridiculous in front of the old ancestor of the illusion of the kaleidoscope writing wheel eye, not to mention that it is full of loopholes, but at least it seems a little rough and not refined enough, even if it is changed to another soul master, it can also deduce the abnormality from some details of this illusion.

Yang Ming had a trace of contempt in his eyes, and when he walked out of a wasteland outside the city under the guidance of the other party's script, he couldn't help but shake his head and sighed:

"It's a good illusion, but you actually made this virtue, it's really a pity."

The strange thing is that Yang Ming's voice was like the edict of the gods above the nine heavens, and it suddenly reverberated in the fantasy world of the surrounding streets, in an extremely domineering way, muddying the streets, pedestrians, sky, and earth in front of him, as if pouring mud and sand into clean well water, and the whole picture became turbid.

"Uh-huh!"

A muffled grunt came from somewhere in the illusion, and soon disappeared again.

Under the output of the other party's soul power, some unstable illusions had just stabilized again, but the other party also realized that Yang Ming had already seen through the illusions and did not specifically make out the streets and pedestrians to waste soul power.

The whole fantasy world was silent, as if there had been no sound here since ancient times, and the silence made people feel hairy.

At the same time, a trace of cold aura mixed with the ubiquitous killing intent surged from all directions, like a group of hungry great white sharks encountering shipwrecked ship tourists, opening their bloody mouths and preparing to enjoy a feast.

This feeling is like substance in the illusion, and Yang Ming is the only one in the ten directions of heaven and earth, isolated here, like an overseas island, and it seems to be a paradise in the chaos of war, not affected by the illusion around him in the slightest.

Under the oblique bangs, the red light in Yang Ming's pupils became more and more remarkably aggressive, and he said:

"Use illusion in front of me, you're still the second."

"Do you know what happened to the first person who used illusion in front of me, and that he would end up dying without a place to be buried."

It seemed that he was not convinced by Yang Ming's arrogant tone, and the scene in front of Yang Ming seemed to be covered with a thin veil, and everything became unclear at this moment.

A faint figure gradually became clear ten meters in front of Yang Ming, this was an old man in white, who had also had a relationship with Yang Ming before, it was the leading teacher of Canghui Academy, and his strength was as high as seventy-two years of Soul Saint.

Shi Nian put his hands behind his back, with a superior demeanor, his eyes narrowed into a thin line, and he originally thought that when he appeared, he would attract Yang Ming's exclamations and disbelief on his face.

When I was young, I liked to see those people's expressions like this before torturing them.

It's a pity that Yang Ming didn't fulfill his wish, and he was very calm all the way, even if the fake body he appeared in the illusion surfaced, it didn't cause a trace of turmoil in Yang Ming, as if the other party already knew that it was him.

"No, how is that possible, it must be my delusion."

When his eyes fell on Yang Ming's kaleidoscope writing wheels, a greedy look was revealed in the gap between his narrows, and he said coldly:

"Young man, I've been observing you for a long time, before you defeated the second team of the Heaven Dou Royal Academy, you relied on the illusion released by these eyes, if I can get these eyes of yours, my martial soul will definitely be further strengthened, and even give me a chance to enter the realm of Title Douluo."

"As long as I kill you here, not only will I be able to get your eyes, but our Canghui Academy will also have one less competitor."

"Young man, don't be cruel to the old man, blame yourself for being stupid, you dare to walk on the street alone, and I caught the opportunity."