After Lin Zhengdong defeated Li Qing, he did not rush to leave the field. He stood on the stone platform with his hands behind his back, lowering his eyebrows and quietly waiting for the next challenger to take the stage.

After a moment of silence from the field, another figure swept to the stage.

"The tenth generation disciple of Zhaixing Valley, Yang Cheng, asked General Lin for advice."

The visitor was wearing a purple robe and a folding fan on his waist. He was the disciple of Zhaixing Valley, the first sect in Dongshengzhou.

This man and Jiang Ren's master were considered Jiang Ren's grandson. Yang Cheng is now fifty years old, which is his first and last time to participate in the discussion of Taoism in the lake. Ten years ago, he was stuck in the bottleneck of the Golden Pill and failed to break through. Even if he appeared, he would have lost his reputation as the first sect of Zhaixing Valley, so Jiang Ren told him not to go on stage. Ten years have passed, and the original bottleneck of the Golden Pill is now in the late stage of the Nascent Soul under the cultivation of resources of the sect. In addition, the magic of the sect is very powerful, and there are several magic weapons on his body, and he thinks he is not inferior to other Nascent Souls, so he is full of confidence when he comes here this time.

To become famous in a state, start with the tenth year of the previous session.

Lin Zhengdong and others reported to the house, and did not speak nonsense. They just nodded and exerted force under their feet and rushed straight to the other party.

Yang Cheng was not like an ordinary Qi training man. The first thing he had to do was to set a distance between the warriors. A golden light suddenly rose from his body, covering his whole body, and he was moving towards the opponent. The two collided and fisted with fists. A muffled sound came, and Lin Zhengdong stood there without moving at all. Yang Cheng was repelled by the opponent's fist force. But after Yang Cheng stabilized his body, he just rubbed the collision right hand and grinned: "General Lin's fist is just like this."

"You can protect your body with golden light and fight with a sixth-grade warrior head-on. This golden light technique seems to be extremely powerful." Zhuo Yuming said in a low voice to Nalan Qing beside him.

Nalan Qing heard Zhuo Yuming's words and knew that he had indeed been walking in Dongshengzhou for a short time, and he didn't even know the Golden Light Curse that Zhaixing Valley relied on. At that moment, he sent a divine sense to him: "Mr. Zhuo, this golden light protects the body is the Golden Light Curse of Zhaixing Valley's unique skills. The golden light protects the body, which is indestructible. It is no problem to fight with the martial artists in close combat, and it is hard to block magic weapons. Yang Cheng's golden light is so concise and heavy, and has the cultivation level of the late stage of the Nascent Soul. In addition, the magic weapon has not yet been released. It seems that this general of Zhenbei is about to be defeated."

After hearing Nalan Qing's voice transmission, Zhuo Yuming looked at the two people fighting on the field, and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised.

"Fellow Daoist Nalan said it too early. Yang Chengruo's magic weapon that was unable to control the martial artist would be defeated in the end."

Nalan Qing was also surprised when he heard that Zhuo Yuming was optimistic about Lin Zhengdong.

In the ninth grade of warriors, almost all under the sixth grade were beaten by monks. It is difficult for warriors below the sixth grade to reach the point where they can resist magical weapons and magic, and if their body skills are not fast enough, they can't even touch the corners of the cultivator's clothes. And the sixth grade warriors have very little chance of winning against cultivators in the late stage of the Nascent Soul. After all, who can reach the Nascent Soul realm, who can't take a few magic weapons? Although Lin Zhengdong's physical strength is very good and his boxing power is heavy, he only barely won the tenth place in the last year's discussion. On the other hand, Yang Cheng's cultivation level in the late stage of the Nascent Soul is no less than the top five people in the previous year. In addition, with the protective magic of the Golden Light Curse, he was originally somewhat naturally restrained from the martial artists' performance. Mr. Zhuo actually thought that he was defeated by Lin Zhengdong, which was really strange.

However, Mr. Zhuo's magical talisman technique may not be much worse, so I will wait and see. Maybe there will be some unexpected variables.

Nalan Qing thought secretly and said that the two on the stage had been in a fight for a long time. Yang Cheng was covered with golden light, like a golden armored god of war, and he actually changed his fists head-on without losing the disadvantage. His skill in Picking Star Valley's Fame Art Hundred Refining Starlight Knife also knocked Lin Zhengdong's iron armor full of cracks.

The Hundred Refining Starlight Knife and the Golden Light Curse are two unique skills in the Zhaixing Valley. The Golden Light Curse covers the body with golden light, as hard as gold and stone, and can attack or defend. The Hundred Refining Starlight Knife is a magic method of qi soldiers, using spiritual energy to condense into a knife, killing and cutting with fierceness, invincible.

Relying on the golden light, he punched in the chest. Yang Cheng slashed Lin Zhengdong's left shoulder with a backhand, and sacrificed a flag and directly smashed Lin Zhengdong out.

Lin Zhengdong was hit by the chest and abdomen by the flag surrounded by precious light, and the protective armor was completely shattered, revealing the gray clothes inside. In the previous confrontation, the iron armor had already been damaged by the slash of the Bailian Star Light Knife. With his body hard, he was stabbed for more than a dozen times, but there were already many knife marks on his body, and blood was oozed out.

Lin Zhengdong stood on the edge of the stone platform, bowed slightly, his face calm. It seemed that a fierce confrontation did not consume any physical strength, and the dozens of knife wounds on his body were only slightly bleeding, which was not seriously injured.

Yang Cheng on the opposite side stood there panting, smiling at the corner of his mouth, and was circulating his mind to stabilize the surging spiritual power fluctuations in his body.

After all, the Golden Light Curse and the Hundred Refining Star Light Knife were fully powerful at the same time. After a fight, the spiritual power was consumed quite a bit. The golden light covered by the body was also slightly dimmer than before. Moreover, although Lin Zhengdong's fist did not break through the golden light, the fist power also slightly hurt his internal organs through the golden light of the body protection.

"General Lin, it seems that you only have so many methods. You have not been able to break my Golden Light Curse until now, not to mention that I have a body-protecting robe. You should have hurt your internal organs just now. I will not give you another chance to breathe. Ten moves, and the winner will be within ten moves."

Yang Cheng adjusted his breath for a moment, and the physical strength spiritual lake stabilized again. Although Lin Zhengdong stood there without saying a word, it seemed that he was not very injured, but he concluded that Lin Zhengdong must have suffered a significant internal injury and was at the end of his strength. Although he consumed a little, Zhaixing Valley's unique mental method has extremely fast spiritual power recovery. Next, he would use all the means and defeat the opponent directly.

As soon as he finished speaking, the golden light on Yang Cheng's body rose again, and the already slightly dim golden light immediately shone brightly again. The Wanjin Banner floating on one side was also wrapped in golden light and shot straight towards Lin Zhengdong. Following behind was the sword light of the silver-white Bailian Starlight Knife.

Seeing that the opponent's magic weapon Qi sword arrived, Lin Zhengdong still looked calm and pointed at the tip of his feet, and rushed straight towards the magic weapon and sword light.

With a straight punch, he knocked the Wanjin Banner away. Then he raised his left arm and carried the Hundred Refining Starlight Knife. The three-meter-long silver-white sword light slashed straight down, only slightly blocking his forward body.

As soon as the knife fell, Yang Cheng slashed again. This time, Lin Zhengdong turned around and avoided the sword light. After avoiding the sword light, he was less than ten feet away from Yang Cheng's place.

“Good come.”

Yang Cheng looked at Lin Zhengdong who was rushing towards him without dodging, and shouted loudly, and a seven-inch-long purple sword flew out of his sleeve. As soon as the flying sword was released, he immediately shot Lin Zhengdong directly, as fast as thunder. This flying sword magic weapon called the stitch was Yang Cheng's method of rushing over. All he wanted was Lin Zhengdong rushing over without hesitation, and then relying on the heavenly magic weapon under the box to win with one blow.

With a loud bang, Lin Zhengdong's body stopped suddenly.

Lin Zhengdong stretched his right fist straight, and his left hand was covering his chest. A seven-inch-long flying sword was penetrated through his left hand. The flying sword passed through Lin Zhengdong's palm. A small piece of the sword tip had pierced into his chest, and a trace of blood was slowly flowing out of the wound.
Chapter completed!