Chen Yang took a closer look and saw that it was his senior brother Shen Lang.
"Yes... yes, senior brother."
Seeing the person coming, the big man hurriedly released his hand holding the spear and bowed his fist respectfully in greeting.
Shen Lang nodded, then waved his hand, calling away the black-armored skeleton, and walked towards another martial arts stage.
"Who dares to fight with me!"
Seeing Shen Lang walking away, the big man raised his spear and roared, extremely arrogant.
"Who is that guy? He is so arrogant!"
"His name is Zhang Kui. He is at the peak of the exterior scene. He is one of the disciples preparing to participate in the competition this year."
"His demon servant is named Steel Armored Corpse. He is covered with a layer of steel armor all over his body. He is invulnerable to weapons and weapons. He is also extremely powerful and has the Silver Corpse Realm."
"Hiss! Is it really that powerful?!"
The disciples who were watching whispered to each other and exclaimed from time to time, but no one dared to go on stage to compete with Zhang Kui.
"Tsk, they are all cowards and boring!"
After seeing no one on stage for a while, Zhang Kui snorted coldly, raised his head and was about to step off the martial arts stage.
"Wait a moment."
A soft cry came from the audience.
Zhang Kui was stunned for a moment, then looked up and saw a young disciple of fifteen or sixteen years old, wearing the robe of an outer disciple, walking onto the martial arts stage.
"Hahaha, kid, go down, it's not too late to regret now."
Zhang Kui laughed heartily and didn't take Chen Yang seriously at all.
"Don't you want to practice? I happen to be free, why don't we compare with each other."
Chen Yang was not upset and walked slowly to the center of the martial arts stage, waiting for Zhang Kui.
"That boy, tell me your name so that I can collect the body for you!"
Zhang Kui walked back to the center of the martial arts stage with a ferocious smile and said proudly.
"Zhang Kui, he is the Chen Yang who made such a huge impact last month!"
I don’t know who shouted something in the audience.
Zhang Kui was stunned and looked at Chen Yang with wide eyes. After a long time, he asked in a trembling voice: "Are you...are you really Senior Brother Chen? You are Junior Brother. I was rude."
The news of Gai Fantian's defeat spread throughout the Yin Mo Sect, so Zhang Kui had naturally heard of Chen Yang.
It's just that he wasn't there at the time, so he didn't recognize Chen Yang immediately. Now that he knew that Chen Yang was going to be his opponent, his previous arrogance disappeared instantly.
"Senior brother, I don't dare to take it seriously. It's not too late to call him after the fight."
Chen Yang smiled slightly and took out a skull from the gluttonous bag.
The pink poisonous smoke rising from the empty eye socket was the skull that the Taoist Blood Corpse sacrificed.
Chen Yang was very curious about the power of this skull. Given the opportunity to test it, he would not let it go.
"Let's take action."
Chen Yang raised his hand and waved, and a crack in the void appeared in front of him. A huge cow's hoof stepped out of the crack, followed closely by an eight-foot-tall bull demon.
Seeing this, Zhang Kui had no choice but to summon his own armored corpse.
The two demon servants faced each other, and the difference was visible to the naked eye.
The steel-armored corpse was less than half as tall as the Bull Demon King, and was only as big as one of the Bull Demon King's legs. Anyone with a discerning eye could tell who was victorious and defeated at a glance.
"Let's do it."
Chen Yang didn't make a move and just stood there quietly.