Ancient Gods

Qian Wushuang originally wanted to find out the details of Mo Yang, but failed to find out the details. Instead, he was disturbed by Mo Yang's words.

However, he was extremely cautious. Although Mo Yang's words just now made him angry, he was not impulsive or careless when he took action.

The two of them started to move, and Mo Yang seemed to know only one movement, and he just punched him with his fist.

Seeing the oncoming fist, Qian Wushuang's pupils shrank slightly, and he felt inexplicably weak. Moreover, Mo Yang was extremely fast, so he could only quickly raise his sword to block it.

"Zheng!"

A metallic trembling sound came out, and many cultivators hurriedly blocked their ears. The sound wave was too sharp and harsh.

Qian Wushuang stepped back, and several footprints were left on the ring.

A look of surprise flashed in his eyes. He had fought countless cultivators before, but this was the first time he encountered such a powerful opponent.

He was shocked. No wonder Pang Long couldn't catch the two punches. Even he felt his arms numb and the broad sword in his hand was still trembling.

He struggled several times to hold the hilt of the sword. After stabilizing his body, he glanced behind him. If he took a few steps back, he would fall directly onto the ring.

"As a cultivator, can you only use brute force?" Qian Wushuang sneered after stabilizing his body.

Mo Yang frowned for a while and said: "Brother, you can't even catch it with brute force, how do you want to play?"

Qian Wushuang was extremely depressed and wanted to curse. Who is your brother who is older than your sister?

"Don't panic, it's just one more punch at most, it'll be quick!" After Mo Yang finished speaking, he clenched his fist again and dodged to attack.

Qian Wushuang almost vomited blood. He quickly used all his strength and suddenly raised his sword to slash.

But then he was stunned. The dazzling sword light had already slashed out, and it seemed that it had clearly hit Mo Yang, but the next moment, an iron fist fell on him.

Mo Yang knocked down his fist, and Qian Wushuang's body was directly blown away, landing firmly under the ring.

This scene was too familiar. It had appeared more than once before, but it was incredible that this scene happened to Qian Wushuang.

By now, this scene has become a nightmare for many cultivators.

It seemed that as long as cultivators fought against Mo Yang, they would not be able to escape this fate.

Until this moment, Qian Wushuang had not figured out how Mo Yang managed to avoid his sword. How could he avoid it at such a distance and angle, but Mo Yang managed to avoid it without any damage.

"What are you thinking about? It's all about one punch, why are you still struggling!" Mo Yang stood on the ring, looking at Qian Wushuang, whose face was ashen but his eyes were full of confusion, and he said something that made many cultivators think. Swearing words.

The scene was completely silent. Many people in the four sects stood up from their seats, fearing that they could not see clearly.

At this moment, everyone looked at the arena with horrified eyes.

Especially in Longchi Pavilion, Long Wu, who is ranked as the most talented person with Qian Wushuang, saw all this with an incredible look on her face...

Could it be that Mo Yang is a cultivator in the Tianxuan realm?

Otherwise, how could Qian Wushuang not be able to block even two punches.

"Brother Qian, I don't mean to humiliate you. I just like the simple and direct way of fighting, because I'm not here to compete, I'm here only to win the championship!"

Looking at the angry-looking Qian Wushuang below the ring, Mo Yang spoke calmly.

In an instant, the surrounding discussions rang out like a wave. Although in the eyes of countless people, Mo Yang's words were too arrogant, it had to be said that Mo Yang really seemed to have that kind of capital.

At this time, even Mu Qiu of Yuqing Sect was already a little uneasy.

Ever since Mo Yang stepped onto the ring, Mu Qiu's eyes had never left Mo Yang, but no matter how he looked and probed, he could never detect Mo Yang's depth.

Even Pang Long felt inexplicably feeling better. When he saw Qian Wushuang being knocked off the ring by a punch, he suddenly felt that all eyes were no longer on him. He didn't seem so embarrassed after being punched off the ring by Mo Yang. .

After two rounds of competition, Lingxu Sect's points are now equal to those of Yuqing Sect. Longchi Pavilion is in third place beyond everyone's expectations, and Xuanzong can only be at the bottom.

But it can be seen from Mo Yang's current performance that Lingxu Sect will not be too bad in the third round of competition.

Although Mo Yang is likely to face off against Mu Qiu, no one dares to draw a conclusion prematurely about the outcome.

Because in the eyes of everyone, Mo Yang is indeed a bit evil.

If Xu Xin hadn't been pulling Su Fei'er and telling girls to be reserved, Su Fei'er would have jumped up, shouting "Brother Mo Yang" and making the bones of the people around her brittle.

In fact, when Qian Wushuang was knocked off the ring by Mo Yang with a punch, everyone had already made some guesses about Mo Yang's cultivation level. He was at least a Tianxuan realm cultivation level, and he must be as focused on body refining as Pang Long. of.

After witnessing such a strange ring battle, everyone felt that the subsequent battles were a bit boring. Even Mu Qiu had appeared several times, but he had not encountered a genius of the third level of the Earth Profound Realm like Long Wu Qian Wushuang. His strength had always been Not really revealed.

"Let's wait and see tomorrow. Tomorrow Mo Yang should face off against Mu Qiu. Let's see if this guy can still jump!"

"The outcome is hard to say. Qian Wushuang lost so miserably. Even if Mu Qiu wins in the end, I'm afraid it won't be easy!"

"It's really hard to say. I always feel that Mo Yang is more likely to win!"

Many cultivators who were watching had no intention of watching the battle and were constantly speculating on the possible results of the third round.

…

That night, when Mo Yang opened the ring to get the marrow-cleansing pill, he discovered that there was a token in the ring.

Mo Yang took it out and looked at it. There was a word "Qian" engraved on it.

"Qian...could this be Qian Zong's token!" Mo Yang frowned and muttered to himself.

At the same time, he was also a little scared. The only possibility was that the Sixth Senior Sister put it in when she snatched his banknote, but he didn't even notice it at the time.

"His uncle, he really gets angry just thinking about it. The more he thinks about it, the angrier he gets. Why did he just send me away with such a broken token?"

"I don't have any soldiers, and my skills are perfunctory. Although my senior sister is beautiful, she just wants to steal my money. How can I destroy the sect..."

After muttering for a moment, Mo Yang took out a bottle of Marrow Cleansing Pill and swallowed it in one go. He had taken it too many times. If the amount taken now is too small, it will have no effect.

Then he took out another bottle of Lingyuan Dan and drank it. He planned to try to attack the second profound vein.

When he broke through to the Tianxuan realm, he reopened his Dantian, which caused his Dantian to burst and almost cost him his life.

Half an hour later, Mo Yang finished his work, exhaled a breath of turbid air, and opened the second Xuan Pulse.

Mo Yang felt that he was very relaxed this time. Although there was no special feeling in his body, the true energy was flowing in it, like a small treasure. As he continued to practice in the future, it could breed strength.

"Next is the second level of Tianxuan Realm. At the beginning of cultivation, the Dao foundation must be stable enough, so let's suppress it for a while first!" Mo Yang looked inside his meridians and whispered to himself.

Originally, he could directly break through to the second level of Tianxuan Realm at this time, but after hesitating for a moment, he put his thoughts aside.

Since practicing the Star King Sutra, even if he falls asleep late at night, the skills in his body are still running on their own, and the spiritual energy of the surrounding heaven and earth is seeping into his body all the time. Even if he does not practice deliberately, the true energy in his body is slowly growing.

What puzzled Mo Yang the most was the mysterious mark in his dantian. Every time he made a breakthrough in cultivation, the mark would become clearer, but there had been no other changes, and no clues could be seen...

He kept guessing whether that was the so-called seal!