"What?! Lin Yang was killed in a single move! Isn't this too inconceivable? "
"It is indeed a little unimaginable. It has completely exceeded everyone's expectations."
"Ning Yue's strength has reached such a level! Even Lin Yang, who is at the peak of early-stage Houtian Realm, couldn't withstand a single move from him!"
"Look, Lin Zhen's face is livid with anger!" A bold martial artist pointed at Lin Zhen and exclaimed.
Swoosh!
Following the finger of the cultivator, the crowd looked over.
Lin Zhen's face was ashen. The anger on his face could not be described with words, it was extremely great.
Kacha!
After casually shattering the chair beneath him, Lin Zhen abruptly stood up and said in a cold voice, "Ning Hai, you raised a good son, but he's too daring. He dares to openly kill Lin Yang in the arena!"
"Hehe, Lin Zhen, Lin Yang did not admit defeat. Why can't Yue-er kill him?" Ning Hai said with a faint smile.
"Hmph! Ning Yue used demonic arts. I want to check it! "Lin Zhen snorted coldly.
"Lin Zhen, do you have any shame?" Ning Hai's face darkened and he said in a deep voice, "I'll make it clear. If you dare to touch Yue-er again, I will kill you even if I have to risk my life!"
Swoosh!
Ning Hai's words made Lin Zhen's heart skip a beat. He glanced to the side, not daring to act rashly.
After all, Ning Hai's cultivation was at late-stage Xiantian Realm, and he was only at mid-stage Xiantian Realm.
It was unrealistic to count on Wang Qinian and Zhao Lie.
Lin Zhen knew better than anyone else that the four major families of Tianxuan City were at odds with each other.
Although the Zhao Family and the Wangs were in the same boat with the Lin Family, they were in an alliance.
But they wanted him dead more than anyone else! Once Ning Hai made a move, Wang Qinian and Zhao Lie would not help him sincerely.
"Good, very good!"
Clenching his fists, Lin Zhen gritted his teeth and said, "The next battle, Lin Feng of the Lin family and Ning Yue of the Ning family!"
Hua!
Lin Zhen's words caused another uproar.
Some of the cultivators even started cursing loudly, not fearing Lin Zhen's despotic power.
"Lin Zhen is too shameless. Just a moment ago, he arranged for Lin Yang to fight against Ning Yue, and now he arranged for Lin Feng to fight against Ning Yue. Does he really think that Tianxuan City is dominated by him?" A peak Houtian realm martial artist said.
Puchi!
However, as soon as he finished speaking, a cold light flashed and his head fell to the ground!
Holding the bloody head with one hand, Lin Zhen looked around and said coldly, "The martial arts round has already been arranged. If anyone is not satisfied, you can bring it up and we can discuss it."
Silence!
The Tianxuan Plaza was abnormally quiet.
Some low-level martial artists did not even dare to breathe loudly, afraid that Lin Zhen would punish them as an example to others.
Nodding his head in satisfaction, Lin Zhen turned to Ning Yue and said, "Ning Yue, I will give you three minutes to rest since you just fought!"
"Three minutes to rest, only Lin Zhen can do that."
"Shh! Lower your voice, do you want to die? "
"Yes, yes, lower your voice."
In view of Lin Zhen's decisiveness, everyone was very careful with their words, afraid that they would be shocked to death.
"Three minutes to rest, huh?" Frowning, Ning Yue waved his hand and said, "No need, I don't need it."
As soon as he finished speaking, Ning Yue jumped onto the stage.
At the same time, Lin Feng also jumped onto the stage.
"Ning Yue, I didn't expect that we would meet so early. I originally wanted to let you live a little longer, but it seems that your fate is not good," The corners of Lin Feng's mouth curled up and he said with an evil smile, "Let's bring forward our deathmatch."
"I won't bully you. Rest for three minutes first and fight me when you have recovered to your peak condition," Lin Feng waved his hand, appearing very calm.
Stretching out a finger, Ning Yue slowly shook it at Lin Feng and said indifferently, "No need. I don't need to rest to deal with you."
"Isn't Ning Yue too arrogant?"
"He has the capital to be arrogant. He defeated Lin Shun in one move and killed Lin Yang in one move. His strength is already infinitely close to Lin Feng's."
"Although he killed Lin Yang, Lin Feng is at the middle stage of the Houtian Realm. His strength cannot be underestimated."
"Arrogant!" Lin Feng's face turned cold. He was so angry that his teeth chattered. His figure flashed and he was about to make a move.
However, before he could move, Ning Yue said, "Lin Feng, does what we said three days ago still count?"
Lin Feng said angrily, "Of course it counts! Of course it counts! Deathmatch, fight to the death! "
Waving his hand, Ning Yue said, "I am talking about the quota for the Frozen Cave test. If you lose, the Lin Clan's quota for the Frozen Cave test will belong to the Ning Clan."
"Of course, but it depends on whether you have the ability or not!" Lin Feng said, clenching his fist.
"Lin Feng, I suddenly feel that I am at a disadvantage in this matter." Ning Yue rolled his eyes and said, "Now the Ning Clan has two quota for the Frozen Cave test, while the Lin Clan only has one. The stakes are not equal. This battle seems to be unfair to me."
"What do you want!" Lin Feng said, trying his best to restrain the anger in his heart.
"How about this, the Lin Clan will take out a top-grade yellow-class artifact, or a few dozen second-grade elixirs."
After thinking about it, Ning Yue said casually, "It's a deathmatch. At the very least, the stakes should be equal. Only then will I have the motivation."
"Good lad, you really have character. I can't wait." At the edge of the square, the black-clothed middle-aged man's eyes were burning. He wanted to rush up and test Ning Yue's alchemy talent.
Now, the more he looked at Ning Yue, the more he liked him. He was completely to his liking.
"Elder Mo, how confident is Ning Yue in winning?" Compared to the previous battle, Lu Wei's worries were much smaller. After all, the power Ning Yue displayed had gradually conquered her.
"It's hard to say. Even I can't see through him." Elder Mo couldn't be sure. Because he was still puzzled as to why Lin Yang was out of his wits.
Although he also thought of soul suppression, after all, the strength of his soul had reached the level of a fourth-grade alchemist, he only had a vague feeling and couldn't be sure.
Moreover, the strength of Ning Yue's soul was only at the level of a third-grade alchemist. If he wanted to use soul suppression, he must have extreme control over his soul.
On the stage, Lin Feng shook his wrist and a scarlet flying sword appeared in his hand.
"This scarlet sword is a low-grade mystic class artifact. As long as you defeat me, it belongs to you!" Lin Feng said coldly.
"A low-grade mystic class artifact. Not bad. Make your move." Nodding, Ning Yue made an inviting gesture.
"Arrogant!"
Roaring furiously, Lin Feng dashed out like a wild horse out of control.
At the same time, the scarlet sword in his hand made a rustling sound. With bursts of violent Yuan Qi, he slashed at Ning Yue's head.
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