Corpse Town Eternal

When everyone saw that Patriarch Zhengyang had returned to the high platform and sat down, they immediately knew that the competition would continue.

Below the stage, Monk Wuxin of Qingxin Temple rushed directly to the stage, and then punched Ye Han without waiting for the old eunuch to come on stage to announce the start of the competition.

Monk Wuxin was not in a very good state at this time. Although the poison of the phosphorus fire silver needle was suppressed, he could only exert about half of his strength.

Ye Han, who originally thought that he was lucky to break into the top four, killed Chi Yangzi, who even he was afraid of. This kid was like a poisonous snake hiding in the dark, and began to show his fangs.

If he didn't take advantage of the huge consumption of spiritual power in the battle with Chi Yangzi, it would be too late when he recovered.

"How despicable! You attacked me by surprise before the competition was even announced."

"Shh, you are going to die. You dare to say such things. Aren't you afraid that Qingxin Temple will cause trouble for you?"

The man who had just spoken covered his mouth in panic when he heard this. At the same time, he kept looking around, fearing that he would really attract the attention of the monks of Qingxin Temple.

However, others did not dare to say anything. Gui Feng, who had been knocked off the stage by Wuxin Monk before, deliberately said in a loud voice, "Wuxin old bald donkey, you are still so shameless. Facing a mid-stage Jindan cultivator, you actually relied on sneak attacks. You have lost all the face of Qingxin Temple. If I were you, I would just take a sword and cut my neck. Hahaha."

Wuxin Monk ignored Gui Feng's words. As a monk, the six senses are pure. He listens to what he wants to hear and excludes what he doesn't want to hear.

Ye Han saw Wuxin Monk attacking, and he was not panicked at all. He did not lose much spiritual power in the battle with Chi Yangzi just now. On the contrary, he was in a very good state because the blood evil flame swallowed a lot of pure Yang true fire.

Seeing Chi Yangzi's punch, Ye Han stepped down and punched back, "Corpse Explosion Fist."

"Boom~"

Ye Han retreated nearly ten steps before stopping, and Wu Xin monk also retreated three steps.

Although Ye Han was at a disadvantage, there was no worry on his face. Instead, he looked happy. He had a general understanding of Wu Xin monk's physical condition at this time.

On the other hand, Wu Xin monk's face sank.

"Arhat Golden Body." He activated the big move directly, greatly increasing his defense power, and then attacked Ye Han again.

Ye Han did not retreat either, and used Corpse Explosion Fist to fight Wu Xin monk again and again.

After using Arhat Golden Body, Wu Xin monk's body was indeed several times stronger. Ye Han's ribs and hand bones were broken by the bombardment.

But Ye Han seemed to be fine. As long as he was not beaten to death by him, a few broken bones were nothing.

Monk Wuxin was also confused at this time. He knew that Ye Han had used speed before, and he could rely on speed to fight with him. There was no need to fight hard, as the chance of winning would be higher.

"Boom~"

The two punched each other again, and Ye Han's body was thrown out and fell to the ground.

But he quickly got up again, not caring about the irregular twist of his arm just now. He swung it casually and stared at Monk Wuxin on the opposite side fiercely.

When Monk Wuxin repelled Ye Han, he originally planned to take advantage of the situation to pursue and defeat Ye Han in one fell swoop.

But who would have thought that just when he was about to move, he suddenly felt that the toxicity of the phosphorus fire silver needle that was originally suppressed in his body was a little out of control, and a large amount of death energy poured into it without knowing when.

These death energy was like adding fuel to the fire, making the poison of the phosphorus fire silver needle more fierce.

And these death energy was also destroying his body.

"Ah~" With a scream, Monk Wuxin suddenly disintegrated from the Arhat Golden Body, and the veins on his forehead bulged, as if he was suffering great pain.

"Corpse Explosion Fist, it's the Corpse Explosion Fist from before." Monk Wuxin looked up at Ye Han angrily.

"Yes, since you already know, I'll send you to hell." Ye Han said coldly.

"Stop, we admit defeat." Zen Master Qingyin saw that Ye Han was about to attack and immediately admitted defeat, and rushed to the ring at the same time.

But three figures blocked him, the Zhengyang Patriarch, the Ghost Blade Patriarch and the Huanhua Patriarch.

On the contrary, the Canglong Patriarch sat there calmly, not worried at all. Since Zen Master Qingyin had already admitted defeat, the first place in this competition was already their Canglong Country.

While the three great ancestors were blocking Zen Master Qingyin, Ye Han directly activated the dead air in Monk Wuxin's body and directly detonated it.

A roar came from Monk Wuxin's body, "Boom~"

Then Monk Wuxin fell down with his whole body black, deader than dead.

It was Ye Han who controlled the power of the explosion, otherwise the body of Wuxin monk would be destroyed.

After all, it was a body of perfect golden elixir, and Ye Han was reluctant to part with it.

At the moment when Ye Han put away the body of Wuxin monk, he suddenly felt a dangerous breath coming from behind.

Without thinking, Ye Han directly used the power of wind to perform the supernatural level of Thunder Step, and fled to the distance.

"Boom~"

A big hole appeared where Ye Han was originally. If Ye Han had not left, he would have been blown into slag.

Ye Han turned his head and looked at the eyes of Canglong Patriarch, who was looking at Ye Han greedily.

"Ancestor, Ye Han was recruited by my grandson, and now he is a member of my Canglong country." Under the ring, Fu Jingfeng was ecstatic to see Ye Han win the championship, and saw the throne waving to him. Unexpectedly, Canglong Patriarch attacked Ye Han, and immediately explained with horror.

On the high platform, the other four Nascent Soul ancestors flashed and appeared on the stage at the same time.

Ancestor Huanhua's eyes were burning with anger, "Feng Zhishi, you are Ye Ming, where is my sect's saint Xing Yisan? Hand her over."

"What? Ye Han is Ye Ming, the Ye Ming who won the inheritance of the secret realm of the Silver Moon Mountains, is actually him?"

"Yes, didn't he say he was missing? I didn't expect him to change his identity."

"After getting the inheritance, he didn't hide to improve his cultivation, but came here instead. Are you going to die? If it were me, I would definitely hide until I broke through the Nascent Soul stage and then come out. Young man, you are still too wasteful."

"Xing Yisan? She is now mine, you may never see her again." As he spoke, Ye Ming removed his disguise, and at the same time, a thick fog of death emanated from his body, looking at the five Nascent Soul masters in front of him.

When avoiding the attack of Ancestor Canglong, Ye Ming had originally planned to directly perform the blood escape technique to escape, but just when he was about to activate it, he accidentally detected the breath of two ghosts, and one of the breaths even locked him.

That is why Ye Ming was not in a hurry to leave, wanting to see what tricks the other party wanted to play.

"Looking for death." Upon hearing this, Huanhua Patriarch shot towards Ye Ming, but in his beautiful eyes, it was not hatred that filled him, but greed.

Just as Huanhua Patriarch took action, the other four ancestors took action at the same time.

In their eyes, Ye Ming was a piece of fat meat, so how could they let Huanhua Patriarch take it for himself?