Ye Yang had just turned around when suddenly several figures blocked his way.
"Ye Yang, I never thought you would dare to sign up."
A mocking voice came. Ye Yang took a closer look and saw that it was Lu Chengqing from Wentian Palace and Shi Yifan from Zhenxian Pavilion.
The sarcastic voice just now was made by Lu Chengqing, but besides the two of them, there were actually more than a dozen people with them.
All of the dozen or so people were King Realm experts. Ye Yang did not expect that the two factions were so strong, with so many King Realm powerhouses.
The ghost is really lingering. A sneer appeared in Ye Yang's eyes, and he said lightly, "If you can help me, I will make Young Master Wuqing worry about me. I really have the courage to come."
Lu Chengqing was stunned for a moment and tasted it for a while. He didn't understand what it meant, but he didn't expect it to be anything good.
Suddenly he winked at a dark-faced man behind him. The man immediately understood and looked at Ye Yang coldly and said, "Boy, I heard that you beat my brother in Mingkong Valley last time. Is it true?"
Ye Yang glanced at him sideways and said disdainfully, "Idiots don't even know how to make excuses. The idiot I beat was a pretty boy. You look like a black egg. Are you two brothers?"
Don't tell me that you are twin brothers, one was born in the daytime and the other was born in the black, so you have two colors."
People who were about to disperse suddenly found something strange here. People always like to join in the fun, even practitioners, and they all looked this way.
When Ye Yang finished saying this, a group of people burst into laughter. Even Luo Binning, a quiet woman like her, couldn't help but pursed her lips and tried hard not to laugh out loud.
Ouyang Fei, a heartless guy, laughed so hard that he almost lost his breath. He even struggled to breathe.
The man whose face was originally as dark as coal was now as black as coal, and his eyes seemed to be spitting fire as he glared at Ye Yang.
"You don't understand me all day long. Don't talk nonsense. I challenge you. Just tell me whether you dare to accept it or not?" The man with the black face said plausibly.
"Benefits" Ye Yang said lightly.
"What's the benefit?" The black-faced man was stunned.
"Not only are your skin tanned, but your brain is also burnt out? Of course you have to bet on some luck," Ye Yang said mockingly.
Although the black-faced man's cultivation was in the middle stage of the Immortal Lord, he was an Immortal Pattern Master and had a respected status. No one had dared to ridicule him like this in many years. He couldn't help but put Ye Yang on the must-kill list.
"Tell me, what do you want to bet on?" the black-faced man said coldly.
"Looking at your face, I know that you are either a farmer or a pig-killer. I won't bet you anything elegant, just some fairy stones," Ye Yang said.
Although he knew that Ye Yang deliberately angered him, the black-faced man still couldn't restrain his anger and asked coldly, "How much is the bet? Tell me the number."
Ye Yang stretched out a hand and spread his fingers, "Five..."
"Huh, fifty thousand middle-grade immortal stones, right? Well, I agree. If I lose, my senior brother Lu will give the immortal stones to you. If you lose, I don't want your immortal stones. As long as you kneel down and kowtow ten times."
"Yeah," the black-faced man sneered.
Ye Yang's face froze slightly, and the dark-faced man said with disdain, "Why are you afraid?"
Ye Yang looked a little weird, and Ouyang Fei also looked weird. The two looked at each other, not knowing what to say.
Ye Yang didn't have a single immortal stone on his body, and even the "travel expenses" when he came here were paid for by Luo Binning's beauty, which made Ye Yang very embarrassed.
Now that he encountered such an entangled idiot, Ye Yang suddenly had an idea and came up with an energy conversion trick to turn waste into treasure.
However, Ye Yang was not too shameless and could use his hands empty-handed, so he first asked Ouyang Fei, a wealthy local man, how many fairy stones he had.
Ouyang Fei told him honestly that he only had 500 middle-grade immortal stones. Unexpectedly, as soon as he figured out this number, he agreed to 50,000, which was a hundred times more than before.
"What? Where did that ambition go? With so many people watching here, you don't want to swallow what you said, do you? It's really embarrassing," the black-faced man said aggressively.
Suddenly there was a woman in the crowd. She snorted coldly and said, "I'm afraid you are the one who is embarrassed. You are a middle-stage Immortal Lord and challenge an Immortal Fusion Realm. No wonder your face is so dark. It seems that your heart is also dark."
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The woman's words suddenly caused a lot of people to laugh. The black-faced man was furious and wanted to yell at the woman.
The woman suddenly sneered and said, "Little Heizi, others are afraid of you, Wentian Palace, but we, Shuiyue Sect, are not afraid of you."
When they heard about Shuiyue Sect, many people took a breath of air. It was an extremely powerful existence, no weaker than Wentian Palace.
Ye Yang did not expect that in the immortal world without any human touch, there would be people who would fight for him.
He smiled slightly at the woman and said, "Thank you, Fairy, for speaking out. But if this black brother wants to give me money so much, wouldn't it be a bit unkind if I didn't take it?"
The woman was looked at by Ye Yang, her heart skipped a beat, her face turned red and she said, "In that case, you should be more careful."
Ye Yang nodded slightly to the woman, which was enough to prove his point, and jumped directly onto the ring.
After entering the arena, Ye Yang discovered that the arena was protected by formation patterns and was actually much larger inside than it looked from the outside.
A sinister smile appeared on the corner of the black-faced man's mouth, and he looked at Lu Chengqing before flying onto the ring.
"Boy, I won't let you walk out of the ring alive today."
Ye Yang curled his lips slightly and said calmly, "Didn't you say you wanted me to kowtow to you before? Why do you want to kill me again?"
"Huh, that's because I want to provoke you to the stage so I can have a chance to kill you. Idiot, you've been fooled," the black-faced man laughed.
There were many strong people in the audience, and they couldn't help but shake their heads secretly. Some felt sorry for Ye Yang, while others scolded Ye Yang for being brainless. They were fooled after being promised a small benefit.
Ye Yang rubbed his forehead helplessly and sighed, "Do you know that you have put yourself in a dead end?"
"Idiot, I'm too lazy to talk nonsense to you"
The black-faced man suddenly lit up the runes on his hands and combined them in the air, creating a strange wave.
The black-faced man shouted loudly, clapped his hands on the ring, and a transparent ripple flashed, covering the entire ring like a transparent glass cover, and neither of the two could get out.
"Bang bang bang bang"
Ye Yang stretched out his hand and knocked on the transparent cover a few times, making a muffled sound. Ye Yang couldn't help but admired, "The immortal pattern master is really good. With this skill, even if you build a house for others, you will have enough food and clothing for the rest of your life."
That black-faced man almost didn't mention it in one breath. He was a majestic immortal pattern master and a superior being, but he was actually regarded as a mason.
"go to hell"
Seeing that Ye Yang had become a turtle in the urn, the black-faced man no longer wasted time, shouted loudly, connected his hands in the air, and in vain, a giant flaming wolf suddenly rushed towards Ye Yang.
As soon as the giant flame wolf appeared, the entire arena was distorted, as if wrapped in flames. Even the strong men outside could feel the terrifying high temperature.
You must know that there is a transparent imprisonment. Without that cover, the power of flames will inevitably sweep across the entire place.
Ouyang Fei's face changed slightly when he saw this momentum. He didn't expect that the black-faced man who looked like an idiot could be so terrifying.
"As expected of a formation master, his attack power is powerful. I'm afraid this blow will end it," someone couldn't help but sigh.
However, Luo Bingning was not worried at all. A relaxed smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, and she looked at Ye Yang lightly, wondering how Ye Yang would fight back.
Seeing the flame pattern flying over, Ye Yang's mouth showed a trace of sarcasm. Idiots are idiots. Do you think others are blind when the formation patterns are so deep?
A finger deep in the middle of the flame wolf's nose is where the starting and ending points of the entire rune are drawn.
It's not that the black-faced man's skills are not exquisite enough, but in front of Ye Yang, a master of inscriptions, his skills are like a kindergarten student painting in front of a master of painting. The entire work is full of flaws.
If outsiders don't understand, that's fine. They can think of the black-faced man and other people from Wentian Palace. When they saw Ye Yang's finger, their expressions suddenly changed.
"puff"
There was a soft sound, and the seemingly terrifying huge wave of flames suddenly disappeared without a trace with a muffled sound like a balloon being popped.
"how so?"
The black-faced man looked horrified. How could he see through his own connection point? This was impossible. It was definitely a coincidence.
People outside also looked shocked. Such a powerful attack was so easily resolved with one finger?
Luo Bingning smiled slightly and couldn't help but shake her head. Mr. Ye was a scholar, and she could never figure out what he was going to do next.
Ouyang Fei was shocked, with a look of excitement on his face. He admired Ye Yang more and more. Such a strong man was the real strong man in his heart.
Lu Chengqing and Shi Yifan's expressions changed drastically. They were onlookers and it was clear that Ye Yang's finger clearly contained the power of the spiritual source, which was an ability only possessed by immortal pattern masters and formation masters.
It's not a coincidence at all. Although he doesn't want to believe it, Ye Yang does seem to have mastered part of the magic of immortal patterns.
This made him feel uneasy, and at the same time he remembered the scene in Mingkong Valley, when Ye Yang faced the flame rune and his back was filled with flames.
The more he thought about it, the more frightened he became. He never imagined that Ye Yang, that bastard, turned out to be an Immortal Pattern Master himself, but he had been pretending to be a pig and eating the tiger, and he foolishly encouraged him to study.
Thinking of this, Lu Chengqing was so angry that he wanted to slap himself. He even suspected that this was a conspiracy. Ye Yang sneaked into Tianqin Island just to target the runes in Mingkong Valley.
While Lu Chengqing was feeling sorry for himself, the dark-faced man couldn't help but be shocked and angry when he looked at Ye Yang, who looked relaxed.
He waved his hands wildly, drawing rapidly in the air, and yelled, "Don't think you are great, give it to me now..."
"Snapped"
A big hand, from an extremely strange angle, slapped his dark face hard. (To be continued)