After listening to Di Yuncheng's words, everyone around him showed a thoughtful look.

In fact, Di Yuncheng's words are suspected of being self-deprecating. Even if Master Huajin cannot be compared with Master Danjin, he is definitely not a frog in the well.

However, after seeing the power shown by Lin Chong and Wang Mu, no one wanted to refute him.

The stronger the strength and the higher the realm, the more you can feel the gap between the magic power and the alchemy power. The former is still in the category of human beings, while the latter has entered an extraordinary field.

In the Yanhuang martial arts world, there are not ten thousand masters of Huajin, and there are eight thousand.

However, how many people can eventually become one of the great masters?

Thinking of this, everyone was a little uninterested and lost the interest to continue talking. They focused their attention on the ring again.

Left side of the ring.

Xu Weiyang and Gong Yuanlong stood side by side, surrounded by a large group of true disciples from the Yaori Sect and Wuji Sect. No one spoke, and the atmosphere seemed serious and dull.

It is obvious that they were all frightened by the strength shown by Lin Chong.

The only one who is not affected seems to be Zhao Chenglong.

Zhao Chenglong's handsome face was quiet, his eyes were low, his breathing was long, he ignored the outside world, and his whole body exuded an ethereal and dust-lost charm.

Seeing Zhao Chenglong's appearance, Xu Weiyang calmed down a little nervously.

He cleared his throat and decided to say something to restore his low morale: "Don't be blinded by appearances. Lin Chong's power is definitely not endless. After two battles, he must have consumed a lot. Perhaps he is already strong outside and fucked at this time, and he is just gritting his teeth and holding on."

As soon as this sentence was spoken, the disciples of the Yaori Sect who were obviously in a bad mood were immediately excited.

"Shi Bo Xu is right."

"Why didn't I expect it?"

"If Lin Chong can really defeat Wang Mu without any damage, then wouldn't he be invincible in the world?"

"He must be pretending to be like this now, and he wants to scare Senior Brother Zhao and win without fighting."

"Have you noticed it? The battle has ended, but Lin Chong has been standing still."

"I'm afraid he doesn't want to move, but he can't move, right?"

The disciples of the Yaori Sect expressed their opinions in a verbal manner, and their morale quickly rose.

The disciples of the Wuji Sect, led by Cheng Feng, Xu Zhen and Xu Chun, watched coldly and had no intention of interrupting.

Although Gong Yuanlong's hatred for Lin Chong represents an alliance between Wuji Sect and Yaori Sect, it does not mean that they agree with Gong Yuanlong's approach.

To be honest, unless it is absolutely necessary, they don’t want to be enemies with Lin Chong anymore.

As for Gong Yuanlong's selfish behavior of putting personal grudges above the interests of the sect, they dared not speak out, and simply shut up and protested with silence.

Gong Yuanlong had a gloomy expression and stared at Lin Chong's figure, his eyes were unstable, and he didn't look away for a long time.

Xu Weiyang coughed lightly, put his hands in his wide sleeves, and asked softly, "Brother Gong, have you seen anything from him?"

"That little bastard actually secretly learned the martial arts of my Wuji Sect." Gong Yuanlong's cheek muscles twitched a few times and replied in a muffled voice.

Even though Xu Weiyang was so deep in the city, he couldn't help but open his eyes when he heard this: "Are you serious about this?"

"What do you think?"

Gong Yuanlong was in a very bad mood at this moment. He asked back with an expressionless face, and then said lukewarmly: "I'm not so confused that I'm dizzy."

Xu Weiyang narrowed his eyes, raised his hand to stroke the short beard under his chin, and hesitated: "But, in the previous battle, he clearly used Xingyiquan and Bajiquan."

"That's why I can't figure it out."

Gong Yuanlong frowned and said coldly: "But my feeling is not wrong. He must have secretly learned the Hunyuan Wuji Stance Practice and turned it into his own use."

"hiss!"

As soon as the words were finished, the sound of taking a cool air suddenly sounded next to him.

Cheng Feng, Xu Zhen, Xu Chun and other true disciples of Wuji Sect looked at each other, and were all frightened by Gong Yuanlong's guess.

Hunyuan Wuji stake ritual is a Wuji Sect's sect-controlling technique. It is known for its powerful internal strength. It is not allowed to be taught by non-core disciples. Where did Lin Chong learn it?

If Gong Yuanlong’s guess is true and Lin Chong did secretly learn the Hunyuan Wuji Stance Practice, wouldn’t he be like a tiger?

Xu Weiyang also thought of this and his face became extremely ugly.

His thoughts turned sharply, and countless thoughts flashed through his mind in an instant. He turned his head to look at Zhao Chenglong and said in a deep voice: "Chenglong, don't forget our plan."

Zhao Chenglong, who had been closing his eyes and breathing, slowly opened his eyes.

The originally black and white pupils had quietly turned into light golden at some point.

"Don't worry, uncle."

Zhao Chenglong's lips moved slightly, and he spitted powerful words from his mouth, like a metallic attack, stabbing his eardrums, forming a strong contrast with his handsome appearance: "I promise I won't let you down."

"No, you just need to do your best."

Xu Weiyang shook his head and forced a smile: "Keep the green mountains here, don't be afraid of burning firewood. If things cannot be done, you can give up."

Zhao Chenglong was silent for a moment, and suddenly asked softly: "Uncle Master, does my master really have only half a year's lifespan?"

Xu Weiyang nodded heavily.

"Since that's the case, I have nothing to hesitate."

Zhao Chenglong's expression was slightly dimmed, but his eyes gradually became sharp. His whole body was like a sword unsheathed, showing his sharpness: "I will fulfill the master's last wish!"

Meanwhile, on the ring.

This solid arena made of marble bricks is now shaking, covered with pits and cracks of all sizes, and gravel is constantly falling, as if it may collapse at any time.

Lin Chong stood at the bottom of the big pit in the middle of the ring and slowly put away his fist stance. Although his body shape had not changed at all, he gave people a feeling of being in a deep and unattainable position.

His training uniform was ragged, and his exposed muscles were like casting steel and iron, which was quite compatible with the unrecognizable ring.

"call!"

Lin Chong's lips opened and he exhaled a long and hot breath, like a sharp arrow, shot three or four meters before slowly dissipating.

The golden needle piercing technique is indeed magical. After fighting with Wang Mu for so long, his last move exploded with all his strength, and the hidden injuries in his body did not occur.

Lin Chong checked his body slightly, then pulled out his feet that were deeply trapped on the ground, jumped gently, and landed on the edge of the pit without any breath.

In an instant, all the discussion disappeared.

Countless eyes gathered on Lin Chong, and he instantly became the well-deserved focus of his attention.

Those eyes contain various complex emotions, worship, awe, fanaticism, solemnity, fear, and doubt.
Chapter completed!