"Boom!"
The Divine Light at the periphery came into contact with the mist.
In the next moment, Long Yang felt a sharp pain in his hand.
The energy wrapped around his fist began to corrode bit by bit at an extremely fast speed.
At that moment, Long Yang even had a very uncomfortable feeling. He didn't know if it was a psychological effect, or if it was all true.
"This poison is so overbearing!" He subconsciously made this judgment.
However, he didn't lose the will to resist in the next second.
His whole body shone with a strong golden light, accompanied by Immortal Qi, and in the next second, it condensed into the shape of a child's palm.
With a thought, the broken sword in his storage ring appeared in the child's palm.
His whole body retreated backward, and Long Yang began to make a series of hand seals. Then, the small hand held the broken sword and waved it fiercely into the poisonous mist.
In the next second, a faint breeze began to appear around them. It didn't seem to be enough to blow away the poisonous mist, but the light emitted by the long sword was very fierce.
"I refuse to believe that a mere poison mist control will be able to render me helpless." Long Yang kept thinking of ways to deal with it. For him, this time, it was also a test.
He had never come into contact with a poison expert. This Qing Xu might not be considered an expert in front of a real genius.
But using him as a practice target was undoubtedly the best.
This kind of fighting might not be considered open and aboveboard in the eyes of others. It was a move to take advantage of loopholes.
But what kind of battle was this? Both sides disliked each other and fought directly. Was there a need to be open and aboveboard?
Did the word "open and aboveboard" exist in Long Yang's dictionary?
Qing Xu, who was extremely aggrieved, subconsciously wanted to retract his poisonous fog and have a good fight with Long Yang. However, after feeling the terrifying attack power of that guy's Immortal weapon, he turned pale with fright and almost fell from the sky.
"Damn, this guy actually has a second-grade immortal weapon, and he can control it from afar."
It was simply unimaginable that this guy, who was regarded as a nobody by the entire Green Snake Clan, could display such strength and combat power in just a month.
The so-called chosen from the Demonic Immortal Island who knew Long Yang were also astonished.
They were all people who knew Long Yang's background. Before the age of 18, this guy had never shown any talent in cultivation.
Even though his cultivation had already reached the intermediate Human Immortal Stage, it was still normal for an early Human Immortal Stage cultivator to defeat him in a head-on battle.
The only thing he could be proud of was his temperament and shameless face. Usually, he would use his so-called temperament to defeat his opponent.
In other words, that mouth and some other disgusting things.
Since when could a true Earthly Immortal expert fight in such a state?
After all, based on the current situation, he was still suppressing an Earthly Immortal Realm expert in the truest sense.
"It's only been a month. How did this guy become so strong?"
"Could it be that the Demonic Immortal Island has a natural suppressive effect on him, causing him to stagnate?"
"He soared to the sky after leaving the Demonic Immortal Island?"
Many people actually had such a thought in their minds now.
Although they were very unfriendly to Long Yang before and even bullied him, this was based on the premise that this guy didn't have much strength.
If he really had the strength, coupled with his identity as the adopted son of the Holy King, it would not be impossible for him to do whatever he wanted in the Demonic Immortal Island.
Now that they thought about it, many so-called chosen ones who knew him before were really envious and jealous of him.
Especially under the premise that Long Yang's strength had improved greatly.
After all, as the adopted son of the Holy King on the Demonic Immortal Island, many chosen ones were secretly jealous of this guy.
What did a guy with a yellow dog body have to deserve this? Wasn't it just that he was born on the same day as the Saintess? It was precisely because of this reason that he became the adopted son of the Holy King.
Who would be able to accept this? It should be known that the Saint Ruler was the true master of the Endless Sea Region. Although there were still some ancestors secretly controlling the situation, the Saint Ruler was still a Saint Ruler.
However, the power of the Holy King, the respect that the Holy King received in the Endless Sea, and becoming the adopted son of the Holy King was the dream of many peerless chosen ones.
However, it had fallen into the hands of a yellow dog. How could they not be jealous?
"With such strength and his secret identity, I can imagine that once he returns to the Demonic Immortal Island, it will no longer be peaceful."
"We must not reveal his identity." Many chosen ones of the Demonic Immortal Island began to silently say at this time.
After all, they came from the Demonic Immortal Island. Because of the location, they were superior to others.
As long as their cultivation was up to standard, they could enter the Cloudmist Island to cultivate and become a disciple of the Cloudmist Island.
In this regard, it was indeed unfair, but was there really such a thing as fairness in this world?
What kind of place was the Demonic Immortal Island? It was the true center of the entire Endless Sea.
How could it be called a chosen one? How many were willing to leave the Demonic Immortal Island?
The group of people who came to the Cloudmist Island now had no hope in the Demonic Immortal Island, so they were ready to go elsewhere.
Even so, the talent and accumulation of these fellows were much stronger than ordinary Demon Clan disciples.
They did not want to see a person like Long Yang soar to the sky, and they did not want to see the guy they looked down upon in the past become a distinguished guest of the Cloudmist Island.
Even if Long Yang had brought such a shock to them today.
"Stop!"
"The Cloudmist Island forbids outsiders from fighting. Didn't you find out before coming?" Suddenly, a thunderous voice sounded in Long Yang's ears.
He subconsciously gathered his Immortal Force to resist.
Even so, his chest felt as if it had been hammered by a sledgehammer. It was extremely uncomfortable and he almost fainted.
On the other side, his mood was not much better.
His whole face turned pale, and the strong green mist that he had just condensed completely dissipated at this moment.
He subconsciously wanted to speak, but when the words came to his mouth, they seemed to be blocked by something.
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