I stack buffs in a weird world!

"Dang Xiaojie" looked helplessly at Zhang Yang and Fang Xiu Yu beside him. If he continued to win, he would not be able to hold on.

After all, he had lost two true disciples in a row. If he continued to win, even a fool could see that he had a problem.

Zhang Yang and Fang Xiu Yu's eyes were erratic, and they did not look at "Dang Xiaojie" at all.

"Junior brother, look at that glass lamp. It's nice. I think your Liuyun Pavilion lacks some decorations. I'll send it to you another day!"

Fang Xiu Yu pointed at the glass lamp not far away and said enthusiastically.

"Huh? It's really nice. I really need some decorations there. Thank you in advance, senior brother."

Zhang Yang smiled and bowed.

"You're welcome, you're welcome. Why are you and I so formal?"

Fang Xiu Yu said with a smile.

"Dang Xiaojie" looked at the two people's affectionate appearance, and his teeth were broken.

Finally, the ancestor Yun Jing couldn't stand it anymore, "Ahem... Bai Yi, I know you and Mo Yun have always had conflicts. But Mo Yun is not here now, isn't it a bit petty to take it out on the juniors?"

Bai Yi glanced at Yun Jing, looked at the disciples below, and felt that he couldn't go too far, anyway, there would be plenty of opportunities in the demon tomb.

"Ahem... Then let's change someone!" Bai Yi waved his hand.

"Dang Xiaojie"'s eyes moved, and he immediately said loudly: "My junior brother Zhang Yang has just joined the Yifeng Sect not long ago, so it's not bullying for him to come up!"

As soon as the voice fell, Zhang Yang next to him looked at "Dang Xiaojie" with a smile.

It seems that this bastard wants to set himself up to attract firepower for him.

He was right. After winning two games in a row, Mo Yun keenly noticed that the disciples of Yangyan Tower had begun to pay attention to him, no... even Bai Yi on the stage had begun to pay attention to him.

So he wanted to push Zhang Yang out to block the bullet for him.

When the other disciples heard this, they also shouted Zhang Yang's name.

Especially the outer disciples at the back, whose voices resounded throughout the Yifeng Hall.

Unlike "Dang Xiaojie", most of these voices came from the heart, after all, Zhang Yang had a very good reputation in the eyes of the outer disciples.

"Brother Zhang, come on!"

"Brother Zhang, I love you!"

"Brother Zhang, I want to give birth to a baby for you!"

"Brother Zhang, I can bend for you..."

The huge cheers attracted the attention of the disciples of Yangyan Tower, and their eyes were all focused on the Moyun lineage, wanting to see what kind of person Brother Zhang was.

Even the White Wing Patriarch was a little surprised, "It seems that your disciple is very popular."

"Haha... I'm ashamed, these disciples this year are the most qualified group of my Yifeng Sect in recent years."

Yun Jing was a little complacent.

Although Zhang Yang and his disciples were not from his lineage, they were also proud of it, after all, the Yifeng Sect was still a whole.

Grandmaster Bai Yi glanced at him and continued with a fake smile: "Tsk tsk... an ordinary inner disciple actually has a higher popularity than the true disciple.

It seems that this disciple is indeed extraordinary."

He could see at a glance that the eyes of all the Yifeng disciples were focused on a handsome young man. The attire of the inner disciples and the true disciples of the Yifeng sect was easy to distinguish.

Yun Jing's smile froze when he heard Bai Yi's words.

Zhang Yang curled his lips. Since he had already set the stage for himself, he couldn't get through without acting.

He simply stepped on the ground and flew lightly to the arena.

He bowed and said: "Zhang Yang, an inner disciple of the Yifeng sect, asks for advice from senior brother!"

The square-faced man also bowed, "Qin Wujiu, an inner disciple of Yangyan Tower, asks for advice!"

The disciples of Yangyan Tower crossed their arms and looked like they were watching a good show.

Others didn't know, but they knew it very well.

Qin Wujiu is the grandson of Qin Qingou, the elder of the Great Dream lineage of Yangyan Tower. Although he has just joined Yangyan Tower, he has been practicing the Dreaming Technique of the Great Dream Patriarch for more than five years.

His strength is not inferior to that of the true disciples. If it were not for his shallow qualifications, he would have become one of the true disciples.

Qin Wujiu had a wooden face and didn't care much about Zhang Yang.

He originally wanted to use Dang Xiaojie as a stepping stone, but now he suddenly changed to Zhang Yang, which made him feel a little boring.

"Junior Brother Zhang, please! If I want to make a move first, you won't have a chance to make a move."

Qin Wujiu said expressionlessly with his hands behind his back.

The Yifeng Sect in the audience saw Qin Wujiu's attitude and expressed dissatisfaction.

"Damn, you're such a show-off."

"Why are you so arrogant? Brother Zhang will beat you to a pulp in a moment!"

"What the hell? You're standing with your hands behind your back. Do you think you're the founder?"

The corners of the White Wing founder's eyes twitched slightly, and he silently put down his hands behind his back.

Qin Wujiu looked at the Yifeng Sect disciples below the stage with pride, and he just thought they were just barking dogs.

"Oh? Thank you, Brother Qin."

Zhang Yang smiled.

Let him make the first move. Brother Qin may never die.

Forget it., use 20% of your strength!

The Qingming Hand suddenly attached to Zhang Yang's back, and then the next second Zhang Yang teleported in front of Qin Wujiu.

Qin Wujiu, who was pretending to be cool, still had his hands behind his back. It was not that he didn't want to hide, but that he didn't react at all.

Zhang Yang stared at Qin Wujiu with a smile, "Hmm? Senior Brother Qin, you are really fearless in the face of danger, and you have the demeanor of a great general."

Qin Wujiu's face changed slightly at this time, "What did you learn from... um..."

Zhang Yang punched Qin Wujiu in the abdomen at this time, and Qin Wujiu's eyes bulged out suddenly, and he couldn't speak because of the pain.

Originally, the Dameng lineage was not good at physical skills...

"You dare to sneak attack?"

Qin Wujiu covered his abdomen and retreated in grief and anger.

"Sneak attack? Uh... just take it as it is!" Zhang Yang shook his head helplessly.

Now he still has to play with Qin Wujiu to create a scene where the two are evenly matched.

"Hmph...Since you sneak attack, don't blame me."

Qin Wujiu snorted coldly.

Zhang Yang rolled his eyes helplessly, "Yeah...I don't blame you, I don't blame you. Hurry up and make a move, everyone is waiting anxiously."

I can't let the audience only see me beating Qin Wujiu, right?

"......"

Qin Wujiu felt humiliated and was a little angry, "Good boy, then I won't be polite."

"Yeah, don't be polite, don't be polite."

Qin Wujiu glared at Zhang Yang angrily, and scaly fragments began to float out of his body, like the tiny scales on the body of a moth.

Fang Xiuyu frowned and shouted, "Junior brother, be careful, this is the Dream Scale of the Great Dream of Yangyan Tower..."

Zhang Yang raised his eyebrows slightly, "Dream Scale? What is that..."

He felt a trance in front of his eyes, and the whole person began to feel drowsy.

Fang Xiuyu's face changed slightly, "Oh no, Junior Brother Zhang is in a dream!"

Zhang Yang and Qin Wujiu stood motionless on the ring, and Qin Wujiu's body continued to emit scales that were invisible to the naked eye.

Zhang Yang had been pulled into a dream by Qin Wujiu...