The dimmer the light, the lower the level of the island core.

The stronger the light, the higher the level of the island core!

These low-level cores, almost no one thought about them, and everyone's eyes were focused on the highest level. Thousands of cores, irregular, infested with impermanent cores, and no one was in a hurry to do it. Because, everyone only has three chances, and once they fail, they must wait another three years.

"Since no one is coming, let's come first!"

Yang Mucheng smiled faintly and took two steps forward.

"Emperor Yang, your goal is ......" Zhao Yangxie's eyes lit up and he hurriedly asked.

Among their group of people, Yang Mucheng has the highest strength. If he strikes first, everyone will have a certain understanding of the speed of these island cores.

"Let's try our hand at the second-class core first!"

Yang Mucheng said lightly.

But.

As soon as Yang Mucheng's words fell, the old birds rang out with a burst of whispered ridicule.

"I've heard for a long time that Old Devil Yang is crazy, but now that I see it, it's really the case!"

"Yes, all of us were practicing with fourth- and fifth-class cores, and only after estimating a gap did we dare to continue to aim for the next goal. If he tries his hand at the second-class core at one time, he will inevitably return in vain!"

Yang Mucheng ignored these words.

Now.

His breathing, his pulse, and even his heartbeat were reduced to a minimum.

Although there were more than twenty or thirty people in the entire core tower, it seemed that the heavens and the earth were silent at this moment, and only the light points flying in the sky were left in Yang Mucheng's pair of eyes.

"That's you!"

The next moment.

Yang Mucheng's eyes lit up, and his right hand suddenly grabbed towards the void.

At this moment, the wind in the core tower was fierce, and the vast thunder resounded, and even when he saw it, at the same time as the sound of the sweeping wind sounded, a golden palm formed by internal strength quickly rushed towards the top of the tower, directly towards a second-class core and grabbed it quickly.

The second-class core, extremely fast, as if it had its own consciousness, faced with the golden palm that was caught, it was an abrupt dragon walking and snakeing, with a trajectory that no one could predict, and quickly dodged Yang Mucheng's rapid grasp.

"Huh?"

Yang Mucheng was surprised, and just as he was about to grab it again, the golden palm he controlled was suddenly shocked, turned into a little golden light, and quietly disappeared into the tower.

"I only used fifty percent of my strength before, and it should be nine out of ten to grasp this second-class core. But if you are a first-class core, it is a little difficult!"

Yang Mucheng frowned.

"I don't know the speed of such a core, how is it?"

"Emperor Yang, it's still too difficult to catch the second-class core at one time, why don't you try it with the fourth-class core next time!" Zhao Yangxie on the side hurriedly said: "I saw a lot of old friends yesterday, and I have heard them say that no one has been able to catch this kind of core for more than three hundred years, and the most people have grabbed it over the years is only second-class!"

"That's right......" Old Demon Lin on the side also hurriedly accosted: "The speed of the second-class core is too fast, I couldn't even see its trajectory just now." With your strength, there should be no problem in grabbing the third-class core!"

The two of them had just finished speaking.

Beigong Sword's group of martial artists who had entered the Sword Sect in the early years couldn't help but laugh.

"Old Demon Yang, do you know what this is called? This is called the heart is higher than the sky, and the life is thinner than paper. A few of us martial artists in the late stage of Jindan didn't dare to put their goals on the second-class core when they first entered this core tower, just because you are also qualified to take the second-class core?"

A middle-aged man couldn't help but laugh.

"That's right, it's so ambitious, and the eyes are high. The other old man also shook his head secretly.

Time.

In the core tower, there was a constant taunt.

However.

At this moment, Yang Mucheng actually shot again.

"What?"

"This ......"

"He's actually targeting the first-class core?"

Those present were amazed when they saw this scene.

Notice.

After the average person is frustrated in the second-class core, he will choose the second-class third-class, or even the fourth-class core. But like Yang Mucheng, after he couldn't grasp the second-class core, instead of lowering his goal, he set his sights on a higher-level first-class core!

"Did this kid get kicked in the head by a donkey?"

"Is he crazy?"

"First-class core, how can it be so easy to grasp?"

In the midst of an exclamation, a golden palm rose into the sky, directly passing through most of the core tower, pouring into the position of the top floor, and grabbing the first-class core that swept by like meteor lightning.

But!

The speed of this type of core is faster, and the change is almost dozens of times higher than that of the second class core.

As soon as the golden palm fell, the first-class core of that piece was already empty, and there was not a single one left. Naturally, this second time was also a failure!

"Haha, this kid is the famous Yang Lao Mo of Hao Tianzhou, no matter how you look at it, it doesn't look like it!"

"You're right, it's like a fool!"

Old birds, naturally, are unceremonious mockery.

Zhao Yangxie and Lin Laomo were also puzzled. In their opinion, it is impossible for Yang Mucheng to make such a low-level mistake!

"Hmph, I said it a long time ago!"

The Beigong Sword on the side quietly grabbed Zhao Yangxie and said in a low voice: "The Ten Thousand Dao Sword Sect is a fish and dragon pool, and entering here is a starting point." Yang Lao Mo is certainly powerful, but after his failure this time, it will take another three years. How many geniuses have ever entered this tower and set their sights on the first core. Wake up early, at most, it will only be delayed for more than ten years, decades. If you keep obsessing about it, it will even be delayed for hundreds of years!"

"I think this old demon Yang thinks very highly of himself and wants to capture the first-class core. But he doesn't weigh his own strength!"

When Zhao Yang heard this, he couldn't help but glance at Yang Mucheng.

But see.

At this moment, Yang Mucheng didn't say a word, his hands behind his back, and his eyes stared at the first-class core at the top of the tower, as if he was extremely unwilling.

Unwilling?

Yang Mucheng didn't have that kind of thought.

For the first time, he used fifty percent of his strength, and he was only one step away from catching the second-class core.

The second time, he used ninety percent of his strength, and he missed forty percent to catch the first-class core.

He was analyzing the speed and changing posture of the first-class core at the moment.

"This kind of core is at least dozens of times more difficult than the second-class core. If you want to grab, the difficulty is too high. But it's not impossible!"

"With speed alone, I can keep up, but the elusive posture of the first-class core will cause thousands, if not tens of thousands, of changes. Only by keeping all these changes in my hands can I ensure that I can grasp this core without fail!"

Just when Yang Mucheng was still thinking, the others were also ready to start grabbing the target of their choice.

But see.

The first to walk out of the crowd was an old man, who was the same old man before, criticizing Yang Mucheng for being so ambitious, and having a low eye. ’

And he.

The goal this time is the second-class core!

(End of chapter)