When the black snake rushed over, Qin Yang still looked calm, and his expression that put life and death aside could not be concealed.

If this expression appeared on a master of enlightenment, everyone would not be surprised, but now this expression appeared on a young man who looked only in his twenties, which was very surprising. Either the young man was ignorant and fearless, or he was skilled and brave.

If the former is fine, Feng Xingtong may still have hope of victory. If the latter is the latter, Feng Xingtong will undoubtedly lose. Based on Qin Yang's previous record, the possibility of the latter has almost been determined.

Qin Yang ignored everyone's speculation, stretched out his hand and grabbed the black snake out of thin air. The black snake hundreds of feet long became smaller and became even smaller in the end, and it turned into a thumb-sized thickness, floating in the heart of his right hand.

There seemed to be an invisible force in his palm controlling the black snake, making it impossible for the black snake to escape.

"Let Uncle Kunsheng be let go!" Deng Youfu in the audience was furious. He couldn't help but jump to the field and rushed towards Qin Yang.

The Taoist priest who maintained order in the field in Longhu Mountain immediately rushed up and intercepted Deng Youfu's way first. Deng Youcai also grabbed him tightly. Deng Youfu's entry into the field was already a violation of the stadium rules. If he did not listen to the advice, they would definitely take action and force him out.

Qin Yang glanced at Deng Youfu who was stopped, and then turned his eyes. He lowered his head and looked at the black snake demon soul, with a sneer slightly at the corner of his mouth, "Ha! Do you know the feeling of death?"

Feng Xingtong was shocked when he saw Qin Yang capturing the black demon soul. He immediately rushed up with his fist, but when his fist fell behind Qin Yang's defensive cover, it felt like it was falling on cotton, and there was no effect at all.

"Damn it! Damn it!" Feng Xingtong roared in anger, looking like a crazy madman.

The madman is already scary enough. A madman is simply not a human, a demon! A demon!

Feng Xingtong's eyes are blood red, his teeth are gritting, and his face is ferocious, and he is indeed like a demon.

"Boy, don't blame me. If you want to blame me, blame you for being weak, but you come to challenge me. It's already a blessing to not kill you. As for this demon soul, I don't like demons. If you encounter a demon who is a chaotic demon, you will definitely kill it."

As soon as Qin Yang finished speaking, he gently grabbed the black demon soul, screaming with a "Ah--" and suddenly his soul disappeared.

Qin Yang bounced from the air, and Feng Xingtong instantly made a "puff" sound, and a blood sword flew out of his mouth. With a "bang" sound, he hit the wall hard and knocked out a circular black hole.

After doing all this, Qin Yang looked at the referee, and the referee announced the result, and Qin Yang won the championship.

He turned around calmly and walked slowly outside the field. Outside the field, at the door, there was a tall and beautiful woman waiting for him. When Qin Yang saw this woman, a faint smile suddenly appeared on his face.

"Baoer! Follow your teacher to meet the old master and the ten masters. I believe you will get what you want soon." Qin Yang took Feng Baobao to the old master's room, and there was a Taoist priest from Longhu Mountain leading the way for them.

After a cup of tea, Qin Yang and the others were taken to the entrance of a conference hall. This was not the room of the old master. Qin Yang didn't say much. There was nothing in this world that could hurt him or people, so he was fearless and naturally was not afraid.

"There is danger ahead!" Feng Baobao's slender and white jade hand grabbed Qin Yang's sleeves, and her clear eyes made Qin Yang's heart quiet.

"Haha! Don't panic! Don't worry! Your teacher has his own way to deal with it." Qin Yang smiled faintly at Feng Baobao, touched her head, then pulled up her jade hand, waved his hand gently, the door opened, and the two of them stepped in together.

For a moment, fierce attacks attacked the two of them, "Swoosh swish swish swish..." All the attacks hit Qin Yang's defensive cover.

With a "bang" sound, the door was closed fiercely. The room should have been bright during the day, but suddenly the room with windows suddenly became dark and there was no sign of five fingers. It was dark and silent, as if there were monsters hidden.

In Qin Yang's eyes, this situation was just a trick. In his eyes, there was no difference between day and night, and Feng Baobao did not act rashly. She trusted Qin Yang very much and knew that he would not harm her and would try her best to protect her.

Qin Yang's eyes shone through the dark darkness like black ink. He saw that there were more than a dozen old men attacking them around them. Obviously, these old men should be the so-called ten men, the top masters among the decent aliens.

Qin Yang was a little puzzled. Why did they attack them? Is it to erase him so that Zhang Chulan could take power? Or did he want to capture him and give him to the Northeast Five Immortals as a plea? No matter what it was, Qin Yang decided in his heart to completely kill these so-called ten men.

"Ha! It's just a little Doyle!" Qin Yang smiled coldly, and waved his hand and the darkness completely disappeared.

He held the ten men at will, so that they could not be liberated. Although they were all masters who suppressed one side, they were limited to this world, so in Qin Yang's view, they were still just ants!

Qin Yang searched his soul one by one and learned the deepest secrets in their hearts one by one. Qin Yang's expression remained unchanged. He didn't let him know anything from these secrets, and his expression did not change at all. It was not until he pulled out all the memories of all the ten masters that he stopped the movements in his hand.

He flashed his starry eyes slightly, slowly walked to Feng Baobao, patted her shoulder, and said in a faint voice, "They do know something about you, and they really deserve to die. When the master kills them, I will tell you the result."

Qin Yang let go of the hand that patted Feng Baobao on the shoulder, and he transformed into a man in an ancient costume dressed in a white robe.

The white shirt on his body disappeared, the black suit and pants disappeared, and even the leather shoes on his feet disappeared. Although these disappeared, they became another thing.

The strange and handsome face made Feng Baobao's eyes lit up slightly. It seemed as if she had found something fun. She rushed up instantly and flipped around Qin Yangzhou, as if she was looking for something. What made Qin Yang speechiest the most was that Feng Baobao was actually biting his snow-white robe with his jade lips.

"Qin Yang! What is your clothes made of? Why can't I bite them?" Feng Baobao flashed her clear and flawless eyes, and looked at Qin Yang's snow-white robe with curiosity.

"Haha! Baoer, wait a moment!" Qin Yang said as he walked to the body of the ten masters. He quietly looked at the ten masters who were lying on the ground and had a weak breath. His heart suddenly became slightly cold. There was no trace of pity or regret in his eyes, but only Ling Ling Hanguang.

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