Chapter 1430: Debunking

Chapter 1430 Debunking the True Face
Hatred can blind people's eyes. The monk on the arena has already been blinded by hatred. Seeing his brother die tragically under the opponent's fist, his sanity has been replaced by anger.
In the arena, even though he displayed his strongest strength, he fell into a disadvantage at the first shot.
The tall monk laughed wildly, "You little dwarf, you don't know what you can do, I will send you to see your brother!"
The momentum on the arena suddenly changed, and the tall monk burst into a terrifying atmosphere, and his fists suddenly burst out.
In the anger of the short monk, even though he lost his reason and was in the most instinctive reaction, he could still feel the power of this punch.
He knows very well that such a punch is definitely not something he can handle!
Quit? out on a limb! Can only fight.
The short monk roared wildly, exhausted all his strength, and blasted his fists.
"Ants! Go to death!" The tall monk had a hideous face, and his fist blasted out a strange whirlpool.
"Ah!" The short monk screamed, and both fists were swallowed by the whirlpool.
Starting from the front end of the fist, two blood flowers burst out, then two arms, and then half of the body.
For a moment, his screams still rang in the ears of the monks, and the whole person turned into a cloud of blood.
Yang Teng watched carefully the next movement of the tall monk. Sure enough, when the short monk died tragically, the tall monk opened his mouth slightly and took a breath at the position of the short monk.
The mysterious old man also saw this action, confirming Yang Teng's statement.
"Bastard thing!" the mysterious old man yelled with anger.
"You go up to me and kill this right away!" The mysterious old man shouted angrily to Yang Teng.
"Senior, I'm afraid I can't beat him. Didn't you find that he has become stronger after absorbing the vitality of the short monk." Yang Teng shook his head and said.
"Don't give me this one. Whether you can beat him or not, you must go up to me. If you fail to beat him, you will die in the arena." The old man said rudely and unreasonably.
Yang Teng was helpless, "Well, it looks like I'm going to use the treasure again. I really want to be open and honest with my opponent."
The tall monk blasted the short monk with a fist, and looked at the competition arena with a grim look, "Who else! Let me meet you so-called peerless geniuses in the Void Realm today!"
The monks in the audience were all stunned by this monk's brutal methods, and they were thinking about whether they could beat each other in the ring.
Among the monks present, apart from Yang Teng, only the old sloppy realized that the origin of this cultivator might be related to the demon servant's line. The old sloppy thought about it for a long time, and wanted to go up and fight this cultivator.
In the end, he had no choice but to give up. Unless he could display the Pluto's presence and summon the image of the Pluto, he would not be able to beat the monk.
He sighed silently in his heart, I don't know where Yang Teng is now, maybe Yang Teng can defeat this monk.
Regardless of whether he is willing to admit it or not, he also understands that Yang Teng has all kinds of magical methods, coupled with Yang Teng's various treasures, there is great hope.
There was silence under the ring, and no one wanted to challenge this murderous madman.
Before this, Yang Teng felt that Yang Teng was ruthless. After this monk entered the arena, the monks realized that this monk was even more ruthless.
Before the two short brothers, he had already killed five monks in the same way.
Among the seven people before and after, none of them could leave the body, and there were no broken limbs, all of which shattered the body with a punch, and finally turned into a pool of blood.
At this moment, I suddenly heard someone shouting above the head: "What are you kicking me for? Isn't this sending me up to death!"
Then a figure flew over everyone's head and landed on the arena.
The monks in the audience were amused.
Isn't this Yang Teng who has battled and won, but I don't know what will happen to him when he meets this tall murderer.
This is the battle situation that monks are most happy to see.
"Yang Teng mighty! We support you as always!"
Hearing the cheers from the audience, Yang Teng turned around and said helplessly below: "Everyone, this time I didn't want to be on stage. I was framed."
Before he was ready, he was kicked in the by the old man.
Without the ability to resist at all, he flew into the arena.
The cultivators in the audience laughed and laughed: "Yang Teng, it's too late for you to regret it now. You still have to figure out how to defeat that murderous monster."
"To be honest, it's not difficult to defeat this guy. I'm afraid that after him, there are many such guys who fight one-on-one, and I can't finish it when I'm exhausted." Yang Teng looked helpless.
"No, how do you know that there are many such murderous demon behind him." The monks in the audience were also taken aback. A murderous demon has already made them powerless to resist. If there are more, who will pay? Dare to board the arena.
"You may not know, this guy is not a person, he should be a member of a certain organization, you said I killed the people of their organization, other people can not look forward to it." Yang Teng is ready to expose this tall figure The identity of the monk.
"Shut up! You little monk, dare not fight against me, don't you feel embarrassed with such a clumsy excuse!" The tall monk shouted loudly.
While talking, Yang Teng looked down the stage, but it was a pity that there were too many monks in the stage, and there was no way to see the changes in these people's expressions. It was not certain who else in the crowd was the companion of this tall monk.
Looking around, Yang Teng was surprised to find that the old man had disappeared.
This old man is too unreliable. He put himself in the arena, but he ran away. Isn't this a scam?
He sighed in his heart and tried to fight. There is no other way.
Turning back to the tall monk and said, "You won't admit it, right? If my judgment is good, you should be a member of the Decepticons, and your status should not be low!"
As soon as Yang Teng said what he said, the face of the tall monk on the opposite side changed drastically, and his dark face became darker. Then he reacted, and the tall monk shouted angrily: "What are you talking about! The domain master and the Tyrant League declare war, you just Those who position me as the Decepticons, want to use such an excuse to deal with me!"
"It doesn't matter if you don't admit it, the Tyrant League members have an obvious sign, a strange pattern tattooed on their chest, dare you let me verify it?" Yang Teng sneered.
"Under what circumstances, the Tyrant League people actually have such a sign! But can't people use their cultivation base to remove this sign?" someone in the audience asked.
"This question is a good question, and I don't know what technique the Tyrant League uses. No matter how high the level of cultivation is, this mark cannot be removed. As long as you use such a mark, you must be a member of the Tyrant League."
Yang Teng stared at the tall monk, "It doesn't matter if you dare not verify it. After I kill you, isn't it easy to verify. Another point is that after you kill, open your mouth to absorb the vitality of the monk. This is definitely a tyrant. The core of the alliance can do it. Looking at your figure and appearance is very different from the core of the Tyrant League. Did you use a special technique to hide your identity, or for other reasons? This makes me curious."
Yang Teng’s words turned this monk into a black pot. He felt a deep sense of powerlessness. All the secrets in his body were seen through by the little monk. In front of Yang Teng, he was as if he was stripped naked, standing naked. In front of Yang Teng.
"What! You said this guy absorbs the vitality of the monk!" The monks in the audience were angry. No wonder this made such a cruel move. It turned out to be to absorb the vitality of the monk!
"Yes, they like to absorb the vitality of the monks and use them to improve their own strength. Do you feel that way? He was not so strong when he took the stage. After playing a few games, instead of being consumed, he has improved." Yang Tenggao Said the voice.
When the monks thought, it was really what Yang Teng said.
When this tall monk first took the stage, he was not so strong. After a few games, he became even stronger. The monks are still wondering, this is not reasonable.
Although it was impossible to greatly increase the cultivation level, after Yang Teng's reminder, it could be seen that this cultivator had some changes.
It turned out to be because of the vitality of the monks!
If Yang Teng hadn't said so, they would never have thought.
"Kill him, get rid of this murderous demon!" An excited monk yelled, letting Yang Teng kill the monk.
"Enough! Do you think you can hit me with this! You deliberately fabricated a set of lies to pour dirty water on me! It doesn't matter what you say, the truth that stands here in the end!" The tall monk shouted angrily, clenched his fists, and was about to attack Yang Teng.
"If you dare not verify your chest, it means you have a ghost in your heart. Then you have to kill you and tear your clothes to verify it!" Yang Teng said coldly.
"The tone is not small, I want to see what you can do!" The tall monk took the initiative to attack, both fists blasted out at the same time.
"Huh!" A more violent whirlpool formed in front of his fist.
"Good come!" Yang Teng yelled, and punched out.
At the moment when he stepped onto the arena, Yang Teng had already stimulated the power of the diamond cover, protected his body, and took advantage of the opportunity to turn around and talk to the monks under the stage, taking the Spirit Gathering Pill to supplement his aura.
How could the tall monk think that Yang Teng talked to the monks in the audience, just to cover up the power of the diamond cover, and the spirit-gathering pill to add aura.
Yang Teng didn't use any other treasures. He just wanted to test the strength of this tall monk and fight with him, so as to gain some understanding of his companions, and then he would be prepared to fight with their people in the future.
"No! His fists are weird!" A monk in the audience reminded Yang Teng loudly.
Seeing Yang Teng rashly punching, many people trembled, Yang Teng was too rash.
"Boom!" With a punch, Yang Teng's fist was attracted by the vortex, and he suddenly felt a powerful force pulling him toward the vortex.
"You can go to death for talkative things!" The tall monk had a grim look and whispered in front of Yang Teng: "I know too many things, and I am destined to not live for too long!"