C73 (2/2)

He thought to himself, ”Come on, activate your Eye of Darkness. Heh heh, other people might not be able to see through your attack, but will my master still not be able to see through it? ”

”The Grand Preceptor bestowed upon me the Thousand Illusionary Pillar, specifically dealing with your illusion techniques.” Come on, bitch! I will defeat you! Let everyone know that I am the number one disciple of the Falling Cloud Sect! ”

A small, seven-colored jade pillar hung around Zhao Junlin's neck. The small jade pillar was small and exquisite, a flash of light.

Unexpectedly, Wan Leng Yong stood still on the spot. The audience was also curious, ”Why isn't this Ten Thousand Cold Praise moving? The sleeve technique is not working well? ”

Grand Tutor Zhao Junliang, who was seated in the elder's seat, stroked his white beard and laughed to himself, ”This old man has long seen through you, my little girl. Now that you've met my grandson, it's your misfortune.” The title of number one disciple in the Falling Cloud Sect will definitely belong to the Zhao Clan!

Wan Leng Yong raised his leg and walked slowly to Zhao Junlin. Everyone immediately held their breath as they stared at the two people on the stage.

Zhao Junlin was a little taken aback. ”What's going on?” Why didn't this bitch use her eye arts? What does she want to do? ”

Wan Leng Yong walked forward about 20 feet, took a deep breath, and stuck out his towering chest, giving it a perfect curve.

Zhao Junlin quickly released several defensive magical equipment, nervously looking at the Ten Thousand Chill, as if he was sitting on pins and needles. He did not dare to act rashly, because his great-grandfather had taught him the path to victory.

As long as Wan Leng Yong activated his Eye of Darkness, Thousand Illusion Pillar would retaliate. The Eye of Insight would backfire on Wan Leng Yong, and he would be able to win easily.

Therefore, he was waiting, waiting for Wan Leng Yong to make his move.

Who knew, Wan Leng Yong suddenly opened his mouth and let out a deafening scream. The sound swept through the entire Martial Arts Practice Hall, and many people covered their ears in pain.

Countless waves of sound came out from the Ten Thousand Cold Peach Blossom's mouth. The sound waves were like ripples as they bounced towards Zhao Junlian.

The sound wave attack was formless and extremely powerful! Zhao Junlin felt as if his chest had been struck by a thousand-pound hammer after being struck by the sonic boom. Moreover, his mind was in a mess. His entire mind started to be in disorder, and he staggered so much that he couldn't even stand properly.

The spectators below the stage were stunned, ”The Ten Thousand Cold Praise can actually use sound waves to attack!?”

Zhao Junlian clutched his head like a mad man, tearing at his hair, laughing and crying as he began to blabber nonsense.

Wan Leng Yong walked over slowly and kicked him out. Zhao Jun drew an arc in the air.

Wan Leng Yong slowly opened his mouth, his voice was like silver bells, ”Bullshit...”

Everyone in the audience said in unison, ”Flat-geese.”