Outside the quiet old vine forest, only the footsteps of Chi Yan could be heard. Under the gaze of thousands of people, Zhou Yang rose into the air and landed on the wooden platform.
"What are you doing up here? Get down," Li Changhe scolded.
Zhou Yang's gaze swept over Zhou Zitao and the other eight people, and his eyes fell on Xu Yunfei. "Are you qualified to stand here?"
Xu Yunfei gritted his teeth and scolded, "I got the Trial Taker's token. Why can't I come again? But you, you've missed the time and are eliminated."
"That's right. I told you to get down. Didn't you hear me?" Li Changhe's tone was even angrier. Zhou Yang dared to ignore his words.
Zhou Yang smiled coldly, and his eyes were full of disdain. "If this kind of trial is counted, then any cat or dog can also become a disciple of the Scholar Hall."
"B * stard, what did you say? The Elite Hall trial has lasted for a hundred years. Under this trial, countless martial artists have been born in Jiangnan County. How can you slander it?" Elder Song scolded.
"Well said." Zhou Yang's gaze turned to Elder Song. "Then, Elder Song, I want to know what this trial is about. Family? Rights? Or conspiracies? "
Zhou Yang's words stirred up a thousand ripples. There was a lot of discussion under the platform. Everyone present was not a fool. Of course, they knew that Zhou Yang's words had a hidden meaning.
"Zhou Yang, the trial is to test the strength of the disciples. What conspiracy? If you have no evidence, I will not let you go easily," Elder Tie Mian stood up and said coldly.
"Since I said so, of course, I will not speak without thinking."
After Zhou Yang finished speaking, he threw the package in his hand beside Li Changhe.
"Bang …"
In the package, a head rolled down. Everyone suddenly gasped.
"You must be very familiar with this person, right?" Zhou Yang smiled.
"Isn't this the deacon Lu Ping who was expelled from the Institute of Martial Arts?"
"What? He has returned to the Institute of Martial Arts. It is said that Deputy Dean Li personally said so."
"But why is his head in Zhou Yang's hands? Could it be …"
Everyone was talking, and Li Changhe's face became more and more ugly.
"That's right. He died in my hands." Zhou Yang's words were shocking. Zhou Yang's words were shocking.
"How dare you, Zhou Yang! How dare you kill a warden of the Institute of Martial Arts? That's outrageous!" Elder Song took the opportunity to attack.
"Treason? I entered the old vine forest to participate in the trial, but Lu Ping, as a Deacon, sneaked into the old vine forest and attacked me with a Martian Realm cultivation base. Don't tell me that I can only be slaughtered by him? "
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The sonorous sound was accompanied by the approaching footsteps. Elder Song's face turned red, and he was speechless for a long time.
Zhou Yang's words seemed to be full of loopholes, but there was one point that could not be refuted. If Lu Ping did not enter the old vine forest, then how could his head be in Zhou Yang's hands?
"Even if Lu Ping entered the Old Vine Forest, it would only be against the rules. You said he wanted to kill you. With his cultivation, how could he die in your hands?" Li Chang He said in a low voice.
"It's easy to prove it."
Zhou Yang did not waste any time and focused his gaze on Gao Wentong. Gao Wentong's body trembled instinctively, and there was a trace of panic in his eyes.
"Gao Wentong, do you dare to fight me?!"
Everyone was shocked by his glance.
Zhou Yang challenged Martial Master Gao Wentong.
It was not that a disciple had never challenged a Martial Master before, but Zhou Yang's tone was clearly not a simple challenge, but a fight to the death.
"I have no reason to fight you, and I don't want to bully a disciple," Gao Wentong said coldly.
"Gao Wentong, didn't you want me to die in the Old Vine Forest? I will give you a chance now. Let's fight to the death."
Fight to the death!
Zhou Yang's words were shocking.
"What evidence do you have to prove that I entered the Old Vine Forest? Slander, you are slandering me," Gao Wentong argued.
"Zhou Yang, do you have evidence? As long as you have evidence, will someone help you?" Lin Wanqing looked at Elder Iron Face and said.
Evidence …
Zhou Yang suddenly smiled. He looked around, and in the end, his gaze stopped at the endless night sky.
"Evidence … I don't need evidence, and I don't need anyone to help me. Today, Gao Wentong must die!"
His calm voice reverberated in everyone's ears. At this moment, Zhou Yang's silhouette had already covered Li Chang He.
Letting others make decisions for him was a sign of weakness.
The strong didn't need anyone to make decisions.
This was because the strong were the masters of everything.
"Arrogant! Who do you think you are? Do you think you can make anyone die just because you say so?"
After a while, Li Chang He shouted angrily.
"I am Zhou Yang, the seventh son of the General's Residence."
As soon as he finished speaking, Zhou Yang suddenly leaped up and punched Gao Wentong.
The sudden change caught everyone off guard. Even Gao Wentong himself didn't have time to react. In an instant, he was forced back dozens of feet by Zhou Yang's punch.
Boom …
A red glow bloomed on Zhou Yang's fist, and the scattered True Qi told everyone what had happened.
He was already at the Martian realm!
"True Qi is leaking. Zhou Yang has broken through. Could it be that he really killed Lu Ping?"
There was an uproar below the stage.
"Today, I, Zhou Yang, must kill Gao Wentong. If there is anyone who is not convinced, you can fight with me together with Gao Wentong."
His voice was bone-chilling. Everyone couldn't help but take a few steps back. Even the elders and deacons on the stage didn't dare to act rashly.
Li Chang He looked below the stage and then at Zhou Yang. His eyes were filled with deep fear.
The seventh son of the General's Residence!
Zhou Yang's previous words weren't just for show. They were meant for him to hear.
That's right. No matter what Zhou Yang's current situation was, only Zhou Zhantian hadn't fallen. He was the seventh son of the General's Residence and the son of the three-star dragon general, Zhou Zhantian, who was at the Gold Star realm.
As the deputy dean of the Wood Star realm, other than secretly scheming, he didn't dare to have any delusions. Now, he could only hope that Gao Wentong could kill Zhou Yang.
No one moved!
When Gao Wentong saw the look in Li Chang He's eyes, he understood that no one would help him today. If he could take this opportunity to kill Zhou Yang, no one would say anything either.
This was an opportunity for him.
"Alright, Zhou Yang. Since you want to die, I'll grant you your wish."
Gao Wentong smiled coldly and pulled out a soft sword from his sleeve.
The sword was like a long snake that circled in mid-air and stabbed at Zhou Yang's abdomen at a tricky angle.
"Swimming Dragon Sword, break!"
With a low shout, the sword flashed recklessly.
"A snake is a snake. It can't become a dragon."
Zhou Yang's eyes flashed fiercely as he punched at the sword.
"Roar!"
As he punched, the roar of a tiger could be heard. Wisps of fiery True Qi formed a tiger-shaped light that collided with Gao Wentong's sword.
"True Qi takes form. He just broke through to the Fire Star realm, and he can already suppress his True Qi to take form. This is too scary."
"That's not the case. This is due to the Ferocious Tiger Fist he has cultivated. It would be difficult for him to take other forms."
As the crowd conversed, they had already separated. Gao Wentong's sword broke into several pieces the moment they collided. Blood flowed from his mouth, and it was obvious that he had suffered internal injuries.
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