Chapter 700: Frustrated

Chapter Seven Hundred

In the next few days, everyone continuously improved the plan, stated everything that could be thought of, and gathered all abilities to strive to make this plan the best.

In the end, an extremely detailed plan was formulated, starting with Yang Teng's entry into the mining area, how to seize the sacred stone, and finally how to retreat. Several plans were made to ensure that any changes were made foolproof.

"Okay! Just prepare according to the plan. In less than a year, everyone will be safe and secure. Don't let anything happen during this period." Chen Yuqi said solemnly, "Isn't the boss always saying that we can't do it?" The big event, has the reputation of the Thirteenth Stormers insulted? Let the boss see this time, our brother is worthy of the name of the Thirteenth Stormers!"

"Fuck!" Everyone's eyes glowed with permeating light.

After a few days of contact, Yang Teng knew that the thirteen thirteen bandits were not very united, they looked down on each other, and felt that others were not worthy of the name thirteen thirteen bandits.

If it weren't for the looting of the sacred stone mine, the nine people present would definitely not unite.

This is very interesting, you can sit together drinking and eating meat, you can be brothers, you can also discuss the robbery of the sacred stone mine of the commander, and after finishing the ticket, they went away.

A few days later, the people gathered in the small mountain village rushed to each other. In order to cover their eyes and ears, they would come back before the action started. Only Yin Xiang and Yang Teng were left here.

After everyone left, Yin Xiang no longer talked about the robbing of the sacred stone mine, but discussed the sword technique with Yang Teng.

After a few more days, when it came to fighting skills, Yin Xiang and Yang Teng went to Moluo City together.

"Yang Teng, do you think Mad Mo Luo will arrange for the two of us to play a game?" Yin Xiang laughed.

Yang Teng thought for a while and said, "If I am a madman, I will put you and me in your last battle."

Yin Xiang was taken aback, and then laughed: "Awesome! It would be a bit interesting if Mad Mo Luo did that. My tenth battle will be your eighth. I hope you can stick to the eighth. !"

"With me, you can't get the title of Fighting Skill King!" Yang Teng said firmly.

"That's not necessarily true. I admit that you have a strong understanding of swordsmanship, and your swordsmanship is also very powerful, but if you want to defeat me, you are still a little bit short of it!" Yin Xiang said disdainfully, "I only use Yijin Nine Heavens cultivation base, easily destroy you!"

"Then see you in the battlefield!" Yang Teng flicked the long knife in his hand.

"Good! See you in the arena!"

The two strode into the arena at the same time.

The hostile state was restored.

After verifying the body and cultivation, then draw lots to determine the opponent.

Yang Teng and Yin Xiang did not get together.

Yin Xiang smiled, "It seems that some people don't want you to die in my hands so early, so let you live a few more days!"

"Fortunately for you, with me, you never want to win the title of Fighting Skill King!" Yang Teng replied fiercely.

Both of them knew in their hearts that they probably confirmed what Yang Teng said that the duel between the two of them should be arranged in Yin Xiang's tenth game.

Yang Teng would not believe that the so-called lottery determines his opponent, Mad Moluo can definitely manipulate the result of the lottery.

At the beginning of the fighting skills, Yang Teng drew the number one pick this time. He didn't care who his opponent was. He just waited for the end of the previous strong bones stage to make his debut.

"Dongzhou boy, this is the end of your good luck, today I let you die without regrets!" A monk provokes Yang Teng in the passage of the waiting area.

Yang Teng glanced at him and nodded, "Don't worry, it's your turn right away."

The lights went out and the two boarded the arena.

Thinking of other things in his mind, Yang Teng did not take this opponent seriously. After the previous few battles, he also had a relatively intuitive judgment on his true combat effectiveness. It was not that he was arrogant. He was in the realm of the cultivation base of the Yijin Period. , He is not afraid of any opponents.

Stand firmly with your feet, hold the long knife in both hands, "Come on!"

"Your death date is here! Quick knife boy, it is your honor to die in my hands!" The opponent's momentum suddenly became stronger.

wrong! Yang Teng immediately noticed the abnormality, this cultivator is not the cultivation base of the Yijin Period!

A monk in the Yijin period absolutely cannot have such a powerful aura.

He immediately thought of one thing, this person must be the same as Yin Xiang, concealing the true cultivation level with secret techniques.

Oops! Yang Teng forced himself to calm down and confronted normally. The opponent in the Yijin Period was not a problem, but after the Yijin Period cultivation base, Yang Teng didn't dare to be so arrogant, saying that he would definitely be able to win.

"You are not at the Yijin stage cultivation base! Okay, Mad Mo Luo did such an unbearable thing in order to kill me!" Yang Teng was annoyed in his heart, he didn't expect Mad Mo Luo to make such an arrangement.

The opponent screamed, and the sword in his hand quickly pierced out.

Yang Teng waved his hand, "crotch!"

The long knife and the sword violently collided, Yang Teng's chest became stuffy, and his eyes were dark, a mouthful of blood spurted out, and his body flew out over a dozen feet.

"No way! Is this the quick knife kid! Too weak."

"I bet 50,000 bottles of Spirit Gathering Pill on him! I know he is not reliable, but I can't be killed in one move!"

"I said there must be a problem with the odds of one to eight, and now it can be lost!"

The audience was in an uproar, how did the quick knife boy become so weak?

They didn't notice that Yang Teng's opponent was not Yijinqi cultivation base!

Yang Teng flew out, his opponent quickly followed up, grinning grinningly: "Boy, let's stop here!"

The sword flashed light, piercing Yang Teng's chest.

The strange thing is that Yang Teng did not have any pain or horror on his face, but with a calm smile, "The marrow period? Still weak! Since you don't abide by the rules of fighting skills, don't blame me for being polite!"

With a flick of his wrist, a piece of animal skin was thrown at the opponent.

It was just a piece of animal skin. The opponent didn't take it seriously. The sword flicked, trying to crush the animal skin.

"Boom!" The animal skin exploded quickly, and a bolt of lightning accurately hit the monk's sword.

The power of the thunder-burst talisman drawn by Yang Xinzhuan was not enough to kill the cultivator at the marrow-cutting stage, but the powerful thunder and lightning was transmitted to the opponent through the sword, but the opponent's body suddenly trembled, his arm was numb, and the sword in his hand could not be grasped.

not good! The opponent realized that the situation was not good, and quickly activated the aura to eliminate the physical discomfort.

In an instant, Yang Teng, who was still standing in front of him, lost his trace.

what happened? The opponent was fooled by Yang Teng's magical means, and a big living person disappeared in front of him!

The audience shouted even more magically, Yang Teng disappeared without a trace, not even a breath of breath left, no way to explore.

The Mad Mo Luo sitting in the audience stood up suddenly, staring at the arena.

At the beginning, Yang Teng disappeared in front of him in this way, and now he is performing this trick, he still can't see how Yang Teng hides his body.

Yang Teng's opponent realized that it was not good, and the sword in his hand moved quickly to protect his body.

"Huh!" A cold light struck silently from under the monk's feet.

"Good come!" The cultivator's long sword slammed into the ground. It was Yang Teng's position behind the cold light. The cold light from the long knife could tell where Yang Teng was. This sword could definitely kill Yang Teng.

no one! The monk was horrified to find that Yang Teng was not behind the long sword with a sword stabbed into the air!

Before he could react, a blade pierced from his chest.

"You! How did you do it!" Blood dripped from the corner of the monk's mouth, turned around with all his strength, and saw Yang Teng standing behind him.

The long knife was still thrown on the ground in front of him, how could Yang Teng appear behind him.

What made him most puzzled was that from Yang Teng's debut to the end, he only saw that Yang Teng had a long knife in his hand and where the sword came from.

It's a pity that he couldn't figure out this question anymore in his life, and he was unwilling to die with his eyes open.

Yang Teng drew out the long sword, put away the long sword, and looked at the monk with disdain, "You shouldn't use this method in front of me, so you **** it!"

Strode out of the arena, leaving the audience cheering.

When he came to the staging area, Yin Xiang gave Yang Teng a thumbs up, "That guy should be the cultivation base of the marrow-cutting stage. But your kid does have something to do with him, beckoning is a thunder and lightning, and he can hide his body. I can't do this."

Yang Teng's expression was cold, "He's damned! The guys who hide their cultivation bases on stage are all damned!"

Yin Xiang glared at Yang Teng, "What are you talking about? Some people hide their cultivation bases, but they didn't use this to bully people in the arena. How can you get confused with that dead ghost?"

"Huh! Anyway, I will never let go of such a person!" Yang Teng pointed out, and Yin Xiang could hear it.

Too lazy to continue the quarrel with Yin Xiang, Yang Teng pulled a chair from the side and sat down and began to watch the battle in the arena.

The battle in the arena is always exciting, but Yang Teng no longer feels the original feeling, he suddenly feels a little boring.

At the beginning, the purpose of deciding to participate in fighting skills was to fight face-to-face with opponents of the same level.

Now the taste has changed, it has become a battle between him and Mad Mo Luo, has gone out of the category of fighting skills, and has become a competition conspiracy.

This is not his original intention.

When things turned into this, Yang Teng felt a little bored from his heart, making it boring to play these conspiracies.

Yin Xiang drew the No. 2 pick. He was able to win without much effort. He returned to the waiting area and sat beside Yang Teng.

"I really can't figure it out, do you find it interesting?" Yang Teng asked.

Yin Xiang was taken aback for a moment, and then smiled: "There is nothing interesting, it's boring to stay anyway, just treat it as a mess."

"Stop playing, I decided to stop here and not participate in the next fight." Yang Teng said.

Yin Xiang looked at Yang Teng in surprise, "Why, are you scared? Is there any other means for the madman?"

Yang Teng asked, "Do you think I'm afraid of Madness?"

Yin Xiang still didn't understand.

"The fighting skills failed to reach what I thought, and it would be meaningless to continue. If Mad Mo Luo refuses to give up and angers me, one day he will be tied!" Yang Teng said harshly.