"There are eight more. ”

After making sure that Xuanyuan Lie was not injured except for overdrawing Xingyuan a little bit of strength, Mu Yang's eyes once again fell on the bodies of the opposite Gongyi Jing.

Gong Yijing's gloomy face was shrouded in a cold chill, and his eyes stared at Mu Yang fiercely like two knives, if his eyes could kill, Mu Yang was afraid that he would have been killed hundreds of times in this short breath.

"Who's on the third game?"

The sound of the male losing the net squeezed out between his teeth.

Losing two games in a row, or when the enemy is weak and I am strong, they are all fatal by the opponent's blow, which makes this distinguished fourth-grade star armor master lose face, if it weren't for the hundreds of representatives of the noble sect, he would never mind letting his subordinates rush up and kill Mu Yang and the two murderers into slag.

Gong Yijing did not send anyone by name, and he believed that the followers behind him would have their own judgment after seeing the results of the first two fights.

This is not an ordinary fight, but a fight for life.

With the Red Bear in front of him, those followers whose cultivation strength is weaker than him will never be sent to death again.

"Let me try. ”

After a long silence, a low, hoarse voice came into Gong's ears.

The dull crowd looked sideways at the sound and saw in the corner an old man with a cane in a tattered gray robe.

The old man was thin and withered, with unkempt gray hair, and a weed-like beard that covered most of his face, and he looked like an old beggar in rags, but those eyes were terrifying, only white eyes, no black eyeballs, and he was blind.

The guests present frowned when they saw the old man's appearance, they did not understand how there could be a blind old man among the followers of the public mourner, looking at his trembling appearance, as if a gust of wind could blow him down, and if he fell, he would never be able to get up again.

However, Jiang Liao's face showed a gleam of joy the moment he saw the blind old man, and Gong Yijing was obviously relieved, and there was a hint of respect in his voice.

"Then there's Master Law. ”

The blind old man staggered forward on crutches, and the followers around him hurriedly dodged to both sides, as if they were afraid of blocking the way, until they walked to the side of Gong Yijing, he stopped and said in a hoarse voice: "I smell the mellow and delicious smell of blood, the two corpses on and off this stage, I don't know what to do with Elder Gongyi?"

Gong Yi Jing seemed to have expected the old man to ask this question, and said unhurriedly: "For my Gong Yi family, only the living are useful, whether a person is a strong person in the Four Realms or a master in the Six Realms in his life, as long as he dies, he will be useless, not to mention two embarrassing wastes...... If the Master is interested in these two corpses, they are yours now. ”

The people around them who listened to a few words were confused, but the dozens of followers who stood behind Gong Yi all changed their faces, and some even couldn't help but tremble their legs.

"Good, good. ”

The blind old man was satisfied with Gong Yijing's answer, and grinned, and the laughter was sharp and piercing, like a wailing night owl.

He walked slowly towards the stage, and no one stepped forward to help guide the way, but he found the steps accurately, and if he hadn't seen those eyes, no one would have believed that he would be blind.

"What does this old man do? Is he also a master of cultivation? Is there no one to send the old thing? He actually sent a blind man to play?"

Yan Shisan tilted his head, frowned and looked at the old man on the stage carefully, no matter how he looked at it, he didn't see any difference between this guy and the beggars on the streets of Kaiyang.

Not only him, but Gangwa Xuanyuan Lie and the others also looked at the stage with puzzled expressions, of course they knew that the person who dared to take the stage at this time must be a master who was more powerful than the red bear, but how to look at this old man, he didn't have the slightest breath and demeanor of a strong cultivator.

Mu Yang's face was still calm, and he also had some doubts in his heart.

After entering the Four Realms, his divine sense perception was greatly enhanced, as long as he was not a strong cultivator who had passed through the Seven Realms, he could detect the other party's cultivation realm, I don't know if it was because of the blood of the true demon or the divine gift in his body, those cultivators who relied on bloodline talent to cover up their breath became clearer in his perception. In front of the courtyard, he could see at a glance the strength of Zhang Liang and the little scholar Tong Lin.

However, in the body of the blind old man on the stage, he could not perceive any vitality fluctuations.

There are only two possibilities for this to happen.

The first is that he is indeed an ordinary old man, and the second is that his cultivation has already broken through the threshold of the Star Realm and entered the Holy Star Realm!

Seven Realms Strong!

As soon as he thought of these four words, Mu Yang's heart suddenly felt a chill, but he was quickly overthrown.

The master of the Seven Realms is a veritable top-level existence in the cultivation world, and in any sect, even the Four Holy Lands and the Imperial Family will be respected and respected at the highest level, Gong Yijing is just a fourth-grade star armor master, a cultivator of the Five Realms, with his status, he is obviously not qualified to let a Seven Realms powerhouse follow.

Taking a step back, even if the public loser really has a strong person in the Seven Realms, it is impossible to come to today's press conference in person, and it is impossible to depreciate himself to the stage and make a move with a few juniors in the third and fourth realms, if there is really such a shameless master of the Holy Star Realm, Mu Yang can only admit defeat, he alone is enough to overturn the whole audience, when the competition becomes a crushing slaughter, what is the point of fighting again except for self-inflicted humiliation?

The eyes of everyone in the courtyard were focused on the blind old man, taking in his every move.

The blind old man walked all the way to the stage, stopped next to the red bear's corpse, and then stabbed the corpse on the ground with the cane in his hand, and began to babble in his mouth.

No one could hear what the old man was saying.

As if talking to himself.

It's like some kind of chant.

His voice was still low and hoarse, muttering at first, then getting louder and louder, more and more high-pitched, like a twilight bell and morning drum, and it actually spread to every corner of the small courtyard!

From the moment the old man came to power, the eyes of the Quicksand Eastern Emperor locked on him and never looked away.

Like Muyang, they didn't feel the fluctuation of vitality from the old man, but now when they heard this increasingly high chant, the faces of the two of them changed at the same time.

In their perception, some strange changes were taking place in the Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi above the entire front yard.

The reason why it is said to be 'weird' is because those heaven and earth vitality did not gather, did not disperse, and did not condense into extremely powerful spells like they were pulled by soul magic, but bloomed from the middle like a blooming mountain flower.

This bloom did not have any dangerous aura, but when those vitality qi that could not be seen by the naked eye cracked at the same time, a five-meter-long spatial crack suddenly appeared above the old man's head.

In the midst of an almost miserable exclamation around him, a giant lizard beast more than ten meters long and covered with blood-red scale armor jumped out of the crack and smashed heavily on the stage.