Unlike those talented disciples from small sects who are only half-full of talent, Dong Tianming and other real disciples from great traditions, although they also possess pride and dignity, are neither impulsive nor stupid.
Yang Zhen must have his own confidence and courage to compete with him. Dong Tianming did not dare to be arrogant, and he would not be arrogant. He stared into Yang Zhen's eyes with a serious look.
Yang Zhen looked at Dong Tianming in surprise, this guy's level was obviously different, Three Palaces and Six Gates was Three Palaces and Six Gates, but just this attitude had surpassed most of the so-called geniuses in the world of cultivation.
A look of satisfaction appeared on Tu Mieyang's face. Don't underestimate any enemy in the world. Only in this way can you avoid falling into a trap. Dong Tianming deeply understood the essence of Tu Mieyang.
Seeing that the aura of Yang Zhen and Dong Tianming was becoming stronger and stronger, Tu Mieyang looked at Zhou Tong with a playful expression. Zhou Tong's brows were wrinkled into a flower, and it was obvious that he was not very optimistic about this matter.
This is also understandable. There is a genius disciple in the Great Sage Realm, Dong Tianming, who comes from the upper three gates, and Yang Zhen, who has an unknown origin in the Saint Realm and can only rely on some clever tricks to fool people. It is almost obvious who will win and who will lose.
The fake Taoist looked at Zhou Tong with contempt. It was just a fake. The old bastard must be pretending. If he was really so conflicted, he would never let Yang Zhen and Dong Tianming take action.
This is not a question of who wins or loses. If Yang Zhen loses, Zhou Tong will lose face in the entire Sangong Liumen. How can he gain a foothold in the Sangong Liumen in the future? Zhou Tong is a man who acts in an unconventional way. No one knows what is in his mind, but he is not stupid.
Far from being stupid, Zhou Tong is as shrewd as an old fox. Anyone who trusts the expression on his face and the words he says will definitely suffer.
It must be fake.
The fake Taoist looked at the ghost grandma in the same way, and sure enough, he saw that the ghost grandma's face was full of contempt. At the same time, there seemed to be something strange on the ghost grandma's face.
Yes, Zhou Tong seemed to have a lot of confidence in Yang Zhen, but where did this confidence come from? Yang Zhen didn't know Dong Tianming's true strength, but everyone present knew it clearly. Even ordinary great saints were no match for Dong Tianming, not to mention that Yang Zhen was only a saint.
Could it be that Yang Zhen is really like what Zhou Tong said, and cannot be judged by common sense?
Suddenly, the fake old Taoist remembered what the leader of Qinglian Sect had said in the middle world of samsara.
Yang Zhen didn't need to lie, because even if everyone present joined forces, they might not be able to keep Yang Zhen.
Thinking of this, the fake Taoist's heart skipped a beat, realizing that this matter might not be that simple.
At this moment, Dong Tianming suddenly moved. He leaped forward like a flash of lightning and turned into a dragon. Horrifying Taoist power condensed around his body into a long dragon visible to the naked eye. It roared and rushed towards Yang Zhen along the ground.
The terrifying air wave plowed a deep trench in the treated marble floor of the martial arts training ground. Endless dust was flying in the sky. Under the impact of the violent air wave, the surrounding space was distorted.
No one expected that Dong Tianming didn't even try to test the opponent, but went all out from the start.
It was obvious that Dong Tianming wanted to crush Yang Zhen with his thunderous strength, kill him with one blow, and end this competition in a moment.
Seeing the terrifying long dragon roaring and screaming, the true energy in his body surged like a vast ocean, sweeping the surrounding marble fragments into the air. Not to mention being hit by the long dragon, even being hit by these marble fragments would be fatal.
Roar! The long dragon danced, roaring in the sky, and the holy soldiers hummed like wild beasts. Waves of terrifying sword intent enveloped the air, and in the blink of an eye, Yang Zhen was swept into the air waves.
"It's over!"
Many people exclaimed in surprise. With such a fierce attack, Yang Zhen hardly had a chance to react.
God knows what's wrong with Dong Tianming. He actually used such a sharp and powerful killing move at the first move, which didn't give Yang Zhen any chance to react.
At this time, everyone began to understand why Dong Tianming was so powerful and famous, and was known to everyone in the Three Palaces.
This is a true strong man, as still as a pine tree. Once he moves, the wind and clouds surge, and the sky and the earth change color.
“This is the true realm of the Great Saint.”
"Eh? Where's Yang Zhen? Why can't I sense Yang Zhen's aura?"
As a group of people were talking, Yang Zhen's figure disappeared.
Not only did his figure disappear, but even his breath disappeared, as if there was no such person as Yang Zhen in the entire martial arts training ground.
In this way, Dong Tianming was like an earthly juggler, roaring so loudly that it shook the earth.
Everyone stared at the scene in front of them in amazement, with ridiculous looks on their faces.
Yang Zhen...suddenly disappeared? No, how could it be possible that a living person could tear through the void and get in? Almost everyone released their spiritual power, trying to capture Yang Zhen. The next moment, everyone cried out in surprise, louder than the cry of the dragon that Dong Tianming had transformed into.
Zhou Tong's eyes were as bright as two oil lamps. After feeling Yang Zhen's breath, his mouth stretched to his ears and he laughed non-stop.
The fake Taoist priest and the ghost-like old woman looked at each other and saw the same expression in each other's eyes.
Tu Mieyang exclaimed: "This is impossible!"
Nothing is impossible. Look at the Purple Star Saint of the South Heaven Gate. Although there is a look of surprise on her face, there is no expression of surprise. She just looks at Yang Zhen in the air with some solemnity. She wants to laugh but feels that the occasion is not right, so she holds it back, and her face turns red.
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Where is Yang Zhen? Dong Tianming held the Holy Sword in his hand and flew towards the place where Yang Zhen was just now, with the air waves rolling around him, like a long dragon flying.
When Yang Zhen appeared again, he was actually standing on Dong Tianming's back. He stepped on Dong Tianming and flew out dozens of feet.
Dong Tianming was obviously aware of Yang Zhen's existence, but how should he react in this situation?
Raise your leg to kick Yang Zhen? That posture is a bit awkward.
Or just turn over and kick Yang Zhen with a peg to send him flying? Oh my, just thinking about that scene is a bit eye-catching.
The long dragon flips over and kicks Yang Zhen?
Before he could even do this, Dong Tianming's face had already turned red.
Dong Tianming's thoughts turned thousands of times in an instant, and before he made a decision, Yang Zhen's voice came.
“It’s all fancy!”
As he said that, Yang Zhen squatted down on Dong Tianming's back in full view of everyone and punched Dong Tianming on the head.
Bang! There was a muffled sound, and everyone felt a dull pain in the back of their heads, and they all took a breath.
Yang Zhen, this bastard, he really hit me. If it was someone else who heard this sound, his head might have really been crooked.
Dong Tianming roared and screamed, and the whole dragon twisted, obviously he was very angry.
But Yang Zhen didn't feel anything. He murmured to himself, "Damn, how can my head be so hard?"
Puff! The usually serious Purple Star Saint couldn't help but burst out laughing.
Thanks to the book friend '日为朝月为暮卿为朝朝暮暮' for his series of rewards. The boss is generous, and the boss is getting bigger and bigger, and lasting longer and longer! (End of this chapter)