Lin Yang's figure appeared, and then he walked in front of Chu Aotian with a smile.

"Why are you looking at me like this?" Lin Yang said with a smile feeling the slight backlash in his body.

Chu Aotian's eyes were almost about to erupt with fire, what kind of battle method was this! It was definitely not an ordinary fixation technique, except for his thoughts at the moment, whether it was blood, true yuan, or soul fluctuations, all of them had stopped!

Lin Yang leaned in front of Chu Aotian's face, and looked at him with a panicked face, and couldn't help but feel a little funny.

Reaching out and pinching Chu Aotian's face, and rubbing his head again, Lin Yang laughed arrogantly.

"I said big brother, your expression is not good-looking, I'll change it for you. ”

"Destiny, laughs. ”

Chu Aotian's originally panicked face began to change, and then turned into a grinning little boy.

"Hahaha, that's right. Lin Yang laughed, then put his fingers together, pressed them on the center of his eyebrows, and covered Chu Aotian's eyes with his other hand.

At the same time, with the Heavenly Soul Body and the Soul Breaking Technique, Lin Yang quickly repaired Chu Aotian's previously burned soul.

After unlocking the fateful method, Lin Yang touched Chu Aotian's head with a smile and asked softly, "Do your eyes still hurt?"

For some reason, Chu Aotian suddenly remembered his sister, and then said obediently: "It doesn't hurt." ”

After taking a breath, he suddenly reacted, jumped backwards in one step, pointed at Lin Yang and said angrily: "You thing! You dare to humiliate me! Touch my head, you quickly admit defeat!"

At this time, Chu Aotian was already a little afraid of Lin Yang, and it was too uncomfortable to feel frozen before.

"Why do I have to admit defeat?" Lin Yang said with a smile, looking at the interesting little boy in front of him.

"Hmph, do you just touch my head, do you want to prostitute for nothing!" Chu Aotian's voice containing True Yuan resounded throughout the square, and there was a sudden silence.

Tang Yanran burst out laughing, Li Nian shook his head, and even Tang Baizhan held back a smile and looked at Lin Yang.

"You stinky boy, do you know what a white prostitute means!" Lin Yang's ears were red and he yelled at Chu Aotian.

"Hmph, I don't care, my sister only told me that those who only know how to ask and don't want to pay are prostitutes!" Chu Aotian replied without showing weakness.

Lin Yang was just about to speak, when he suddenly heard a burst of exclamations from another battle platform, and hurriedly turned his head to look.

A quarter of an hour ago, Mo Heng and Yang Zhen had already fought for a few rounds, and Mo Heng won less and lost more.

Looking at Yang Zhen, who was holding a big knife in front of him with a relaxed expression, Mo Heng's heart sank slightly.

He had tried his best to avoid the battle before, intending to find an opportunity to give Yang Zhen a heavy blow, but the gap in strength was still irreparable.

Except for slapping Yang Zhen with a sneak attack, there was almost no result!

Feeling the injury in his lower body, looking at his right arm that was constantly dripping blood, Mo Heng shook his head and was ready to admit defeat.

"Hehe, old immortal, if you admit defeat, Lin Yang will be miserable later, you see, he is going to win. At this moment, Yang Zhen transmitted a message to Mo Heng.

Mo Heng turned his head to look at the other battle platform, and just saw that Lin Yang had fixed Chu Aotian and had the chance to win.

"Hmph, so what, fight with Xiao Lin fairly, you are definitely not his opponent!" Mo Heng recalled Lin Yang's record that night, and replied to Yang Zhen with confidence.

"But where in this world is there so much fairness? Yang Zhenyin said with a smile, then put his hand into his arms and gently pinched a spar given by Li Beiguang before he came to the stage.

Mo Heng's face suddenly changed wildly, just now, he felt that Yang Zhen's cultivation that should have been suppressed to the middle of the foundation building period actually rose back to the late stage of the foundation building period!

"How is it possible! Is it a tactic? Or is he cheating!"

Mo Heng didn't know what Yang Zhen had done, and wanted to report it, but seeing that Yang Zhen had no fear, he couldn't make up his mind.

Because once the opponent is reported to be cheating, if the examiner finally judges that Mo Heng is slanderous, he will be directly judged to lose!

"No, if he really has exercises that can improve his cultivation, Xiao Lin will be in danger!" Mo Heng said secretly in his heart.

Although the two of them cooperated before to defeat a strong man at the peak of the foundation building period, it was Mo Heng who restrained the attention of the strong man after all.

If Lin Yang was allowed to face a late stage of the foundation building period alone, Mo Heng didn't feel that he had any chance of winning!

"Here, stop him!"

After thinking about it, Mo Heng slowly withdrew his hand that was about to call the examiner.

Seeing this, Yang Zhen's eyes were full of smiles, and he succeeded!

took out a jar, gently placed it on the ground, and slowly took off his shirt, revealing his old body.

"This old immortal, what do you want to do?" Yang Zhen's eyes froze, and he clenched the big knife in his hand.

"Three changes of the turtle!"

Mo Heng's body began to become rickety, his skin was aging rapidly, and streams of dead air came from his body.

But then, an astonishing fluctuation came, and the muscles on Mo Heng's body suddenly skyrocketed, his snow-white hair gradually faded to black, and his face gradually changed.

After a while, a middle-aged man with a resolute face stood straight in the field.

"What is this old guy doing!" Yang Zhen felt slightly uneasy, and then held the long knife across his chest to protect himself.

Mo Heng twisted his neck, moved his arm, and stomped his foot on the ground behind him, destroying the field in an instant, and the dust was flying.

"It's coming! so fast!" Yang Zhen felt the strong wind coming from front of him, and couldn't help but shout angrily.

Before he could see Mo Heng's figure clearly, he felt a huge force coming from the knife, and then it also shook himself, Yang Zhen spit out a mouthful of blood, his face was hideous, he held the big knife and swung it forward.

"Ink Runner Benz!"

Mo Heng's young body began to writhe like water, dodging Yang Zhen's counterattack in the air in an abnormal posture, and then pressed his hands to the ground, and a roundabout kick kicked towards Yang Zhen again.

With a heavy kick in his waist, Yang Zhen flew out with blood foaming in his mouth and smashed to the ground.

Standing up, Yang Zhen wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth, looked at the panting Mo Heng, and said with a cruel smile: "Old guy, it's not good to use this kind of overdraft Shouyuan in exchange for a short period of powerful secret method!"

After hearing this, Mo Heng was silent, panting and looking at Yang Zhen, and then quickly pinched a trick.

"Heavenly Lightning Strike!"

A dark cloud condensed over the battle platform, and there was a faint sound of thunder, and after a few breaths, a thunderbolt fell from the sky, but the target was not Yang Zhen!

A thunderbolt hit Mo Heng, and then a heart-rending roar came from the battle platform, causing the audience to exclaim.

It was also at this time that Lin Yang looked over.

"Old Man Mo, admit defeat quickly!" Lin Yang shouted anxiously, thinking that the thunder was released by Yang Zhen.

And how could Mo Heng admit defeat at this moment? Fighting to this point, it was to stop Yang Zhen in this qualification battle!

The thunder slowly dissipated, and everyone hurriedly looked, only to see that Mo Heng's body was covered with lightning, and his body looked stronger.

"Hmph, have you strengthened your physical body with thunder, and how long can you hold on?" Yang Zhen said with a smile, and then secretly ran the magic trick and blessed it on his sword.

At this time, Mo Heng was indeed in pain all over his body, and he also knew that he had a lot of time left for him, so he decided to make a quick decision and rushed towards Yang Zhen again.

In the subsequent battles, Mo Heng adopted the method of exchanging injuries for injuries, fighting hard to resist the risk of Yang Zhen's broadsword, and striving to hit Yang Zhen with every attack with thunder and lightning, with momentum like a rainbow!

Yang Zhen couldn't speak at this moment anymore, every time he received a punch from Mo Heng, his body was full of qi and blood, and his big knife slashed at Mo Heng's body, but he found that he couldn't break through his skin!

Finally, after being hit in the head once, Yang Zhen fell to the ground, couldn't stand up again, and looked at Mo Heng fiercely.

"Throw in the towel. Mo Heng walked over, his hair was permed by the lightning and stood on end, and said quite majesticly.

"Well done, old man Mo!" Lin Yang also shouted from another battle platform.

"Lin Yang, don't ignore me!" Chu Aotian said angrily, this time he was really angry, as soon as the magic technique changed, he would have to use the Ice Emperor Imperial Heaven again.

And Yang Zhen was silent at this time, as if waiting for something to happen.

Suddenly, there was a sharp pain in Mo Heng's body, and he hurriedly ran Zhenyuan to check the injury, but he couldn't find anything.

"I was almost defeated by your old immortal. Seeing this, Yang Zhen slowly stood up, looked at Mo Heng, who was already half-kneeling on the ground, and said with a smile.

At this time, Mo Heng was speechless, and could only look at Yang Zhen in a cold sweat.

"Hehe, these secret methods of yours can only strengthen the body, not the soul, right? Lao Tzu, this soul breaking knife, do you really think it's playing on you?" Yang Zhen smiled, and then walked to Mo Heng, who was curled up in pain, and kicked it over.

"Let you beat me!" Yang Zhen laughed wantonly, beating and scolding angrily.

After a while, Mo Heng's secret method time passed, and his body gradually changed back to the old man's appearance, still curled up on the ground, trembling constantly.

Just when Yang Zhen was about to make a ruthless move, he found that he was stopped by the examiner.

"Mo Heng, are you admitting defeat?" the examiner asked pointedly.

Mo Heng on the ground raised his head with difficulty, and then shook it slowly.

If Yang Zhen misses and kills himself, he will also be disqualified.

"Hehe, Lord Examiner, it's no wonder I'm not going to blame!" Yang Zhen said with a grin, and then walked towards the jar that Mo Heng had placed in the venue before.

"Chu Aotian, admit defeat!" Lin Yang shouted angrily, eager to rush over to save Mo Heng immediately.

"I don't!" At this time, Chu Aotian was extremely stubborn, pinching the magic trick in his hand, and the true yuan fluctuations in his body continued to increase.

Yang Zhen picked up the jar, walked in front of Mo Heng, and squatted down.

"You can't touch it!" Mo Heng roared angrily but helplessly, it contained the last thing his grandson had left him.

"Let me see what's in this jar?Oh, it turned out to be ashes, whose ashes are these?Shall I feed you?" Yang Zhen said to Mo Heng with a smile, extremely cruel.

Lin Yang's eyes instantly became indifferent, and he was about to turn his head to deal with Chu Aotian, but he heard a loud noise behind him.

With a bang, Chu Aotian, who forcibly interrupted the magic technique, was covered in blood by himself, and then roared at Lin Yang.

"I'll admit defeat! Lin Yang, go and kill that bastard! He should die!"