Chapter 121 Against Yanlang

The disciples who can enter the top eight are already the best in the Taoism, and their strength is not weak. Although there have been two venues that have ended the battle, the other two places are hot, and even Yan Lang has not been able to win for a while.

Walking down from the high platform, I saw a Taoist priest in a yellow robe coming. Behind his hands, his face was slightly old, and he looked slightly angry and arrogant. He said to Mu Chen, "Xinmu, I hope you can come to me after the test."

"Senior, are you going to take me as an apprentice?" Mu Chen asked puzzledly.

The old man brushed his beard and smiled, "Haha, no wonder you think so. Looking at your performance these two days, I guess any elder has already found you."

Mu Chen nodded without denying it.

"Looking on your strength today, I'm afraid I'm not qualified to accept you as an apprentice. Anyway, you are also a strong soul." The old man continued.

"The senior is flattered, and he just made a breakthrough. I don't know what the senior asked me for?" Mu Chen frowned, but it is normal for his strength to be seen through. After all, there are many soul masters in this heavenly Taoist temple, and there is no need to hide it.

"Don't worry, it must be good for you anyway. When the test is over, come to Dange to find me." The old man couldn't take his eyes off Mu Chen and waited for Mu Chen's answer.

Mu Chen held his fist and chest and replied cheerfully, "Since the seniors are kind, the younger generation should go on time."

After the old man nodded with satisfaction, he didn't say anything, waved his hand and left straight away.

At this time, Yan Lang's battle also came to an end. Yan Lang's strength was indeed good and easy, but he had a slight injury.

After the competition, the man went straight to Mu Chen. Mu Chen not only won the two games, but also very fast. Even Yan Lang was a little worried about the next battle.

"We are going to have a test in a while. What's the matter with you coming to me now?" Mu Chen said coldly to Yan Lang, who was walking towards him.

Yan Lang ignored Mu Chen's cold tone, gently wiped the little sweat left by the battle and said, "Although I haven't really fought with you, judging from your performance in these two games, you are very strong. I hope you are an enemy worthy of my defeat."

"You didn't come here to say that." Mu Chen really doesn't like Yan Lang, and he is even lazy to talk.

"Of course, it's not just to say this. I want to make a bet with you!" Yan Lang's face suddenly became solemn, and his eyes stared at Mu Chen.

"What bet." Mu Chen replied.

"If I win the next battle, you can't get close to Huang Hui." Yan Lang said.

Mu Chen raised his eyes and showed a little curiosity on his face: "What if you lose?"

"If I lose, I will stay away from you and Sister Huang Hui in the future." Yan Lang clenched his teeth and said in a low voice.

"You don't need to stay away, just don't pester her anymore, but if I win, if Huang Hui is in danger in the future, you have to protect her desperately." Mu Chen's tone at this time also changed to be as cold as just now.

"Haha." Yan Lang smiled gently and said, "You are really an interesting man. OK, I promise you. I believe you are a man of promise. Don't let me down."

"Hear your promise, and I also hope you are."

During the conversation between the two, the last remaining high platform also stopped fighting, and the victory and defeat were divided.

At this time, Mu Chen and Yan Lang also walked side by side to their high platform for the semi-finals, just like the best friends, but everyone in the whole Tiandao Temple knows that Xinmu and Yan Lang have deep grudges. Today's battle will definitely be very fierce, and it is not surprising that it will even turn into a fight to the death.

In the last two high platforms, the number of disciples watched by Mu Chen and Yan Lang far exceeds that on the other side, because fighting is often more beautiful than normal comparisons.

The two stood on the high platform at the same time. After an old man in yellow robe shouted "start", there was unprecedented silence in the whole square.

Mu Chen stood still and did not move. On the contrary, he quickly pulled out the sword around his waist and slowly approached Mu Chen. Although it seemed to be an ordinary walk, every step was a thoughtful and exquisite Taiji step.

Although he stepped into the soul realm, Mu Chen's situation is really not suitable for close combat. A trace of soul power suddenly shot out, and Yan Lang's body flashed and easily dodged the attack.

Mu Chen's eyes were shocked. He had long seen through that Yan Lang's strength was a ninth-class spiritual realm. How could he sense the attack of soul power?

After avoiding the attack, Yan Lang did not stop. He rushed to Mu Chen with several arrow steps and said harshly, "I am surrounded by the Taiji array of the secret method of Tiandao Temple within ten meters. No matter how secret your attack is, you can't escape my exploration."

"Do you think you can defeat me so easily?" Mu Chen snorted coldly, and a faint layer of soul power stood in front of him. He had absolute confidence in the defense of soul power.

After feeling the layer of film in front of him, Yan Lang paused and made a gesture in front of his chest to lead to make a decision. Suddenly, the sharp sword on his right hand condensed, and his fingertips gently touched the sword. The sword suddenly waved out and cut the protective film made of soul power into two halves.

Looking at the broken soul wall in front of him, Mu Chen retreated repeatedly. Unexpectedly, the moves in the heavenly Taoist view were so strong. While the body retreated sharply, the soul power around his body shot at Yan Lang like raindrops, while the latter's body rushed forward did not stop and easily dodged these attacks.

It is no wonder that soul power is the same as spiritual power. It is not used for fighting, but for detection.

On Muchen's arm, all the tendons and veins have been damaged and have not yet healed. The true qi will inevitably damage it. There is a little white light on his toes, and the injury under his feet is not as heavy as the upper body. It is difficult to use the ancient magic spirit to start the moon step, but it can use the true qi to stimulate the moon step to improve the speed.

Although the injury is extremely serious, with the strength of the soul and the moon step, the speed is far better than that of Yan Lang, and a few flashes once again opened the distance between the two.

"Is it fast to escape?" Yan Lang snorted coldly, waved the sword formula in his hand, and hundreds of sword shadows suddenly shot out and hit Mu Chen directly.

And Mu Chen's hands were really difficult to launch the true qi to defend. A little starlight was aroused under his feet and condensed the true qi. As soon as the moon kicked forward, there was a solid half-moon-shaped strength of the Taoist true qi. With a strange arc, it swept away the oncoming sword shadow and flew straight to Yan Lang.

The latter's sword was raised in front of his chest, and the tip of the sword kept condensed with white light. A little forward, it hit the half-moon-shaped strength, and there was no defeat at all.

This consumption is extremely unfavorable to Mu Chen. He has just used his feet to use the moon step, and now the retreating veins still have a feeling of soreness. Obviously, this pair of body can't tolerate him to launch too many attacks. After a long time, even using the moon step to escape is a problem.

Yan Lang became more and more brave in the war, and various powerful laws were constantly used, forcing Mu Chen to become more and more tightly.

"Damn, like a man, stop dodging around!" Yan Lang shouted fiercely, and Mu Chen's continuous avoidance really gave him a headache.

It is not a way for Mu Chen to go on like this. Sooner or later, his body will not be able to hold on. Unexpectedly, he will be so difficult to fight against the strong in the spiritual world.

Looking at Yan Lang who attacked again, Mu Chen finally did not choose to avoid this time. He stood still and stared at every move of the other party, but even so, his body still did not allow direct contact with the other party, even if it was only once.

Yan Lang's speed is very fast, but in Mu Chen's eyes, this time seems to have passed for a long time, and his breathing gradually becomes slower.

And this time, all the people outside the field unconsciously held their breath. Who is stronger? One is a genius who has been famous for a long time, and the other is the biggest dark horse in this written examination.

"I will let you understand that I am the one worthy of Sister Huang Hui." In the blink of an eye, Yan Lang had arrived in front of Mu Chen and said in a voice that only the two of them could hear. With this hand, the sharp sword in his hand suddenly stabbed through Mu Chen's chest.

At this moment, the whole audience was in an uproar. Everyone thought that Mu Chen would use an unexpected attack or defense, but nothing happened and was stabbed head-on.

However, others were surprised, but Yan Lang's eyes revealed unprecedented fear and uneasiness.