Godly Dragon Guard

Shen Lang was also stunned for a moment, but he didn't expect Old Demon Feng Yue to actually propose this condition.

But it's normal to think about it. Feng Yue Lao Mo's daughter Muxue was broken by him with a cucumber. This old demon must have been furious and wanted to take the opportunity to teach him a lesson.

Jiang Hai's face was solemn and he couldn't hold back his anger. He gritted his teeth and said: "Fellow Taoist Fengyue, this request is a bit too much. Elder Shen Lang whom I sent has only had a baby for a few years. You are the second-ranked late Nascent Soul monk in the North Continent. , how can you bully a rising star who has just entered the Nascent Soul stage?"

"Yes, Fellow Daoist Fengyue, you are a great monk. Even if you have enmity with Junior Brother Shen, you shouldn't take this opportunity to seek revenge, right? This is a bit suspicious of bullying the younger ones." Lu Yuan also said with some dissatisfaction.

The atmosphere in the hall was a bit solemn, and everyone was secretly wondering, what grudge does this old demon Feng Yue have against Shen Lang? Let the old devil bring it up and let this kid take a hard hit.

The gap between the monks in the late stage of Yuanying and the monks in the early stage of Yuanying is too big. How could Shen Lang take the move of Old Demon Feng Yue without dodging or dodging? He would have to be crippled even if he didn't die, right?

Old Demon Feng Yue snorted: "You Tianquan Sect people, don't put the cart before the horse. It was obviously Shen Lang who said that he killed Zhong Wuling of the Guixian Sect and destroyed Yunling Mountain. If he really had this strength, he would still Are you afraid of taking my blow head-on? Don't let your bullshit blow the whistle and embarrass everyone."

As soon as these words came out, Jiang Hai and Lu Yuan were speechless, and a sigh of relief came from the hall.

Shen Lang's expression suddenly darkened, and he said: "It's just a single strike. Shen has learned the clever tricks from fellow Taoist Fengyue!"

Su Ruoxue's pretty face turned extremely pale in an instant. She immediately grabbed Shen Lang's clothes, gritted her teeth and shouted at Old Demon Feng Yue: "Feng Yue Taoist Fellow, the little female Taoist monk was chased by Nanlu monks some time ago. Her injuries are serious." I haven’t recovered yet. My Taoist friend’s request at this time is really too much, and I hope that my Taoist friend will take it back!”

Fengyue Laomo said with a smile: "Fellow Daoist Shen has already agreed. If you say such words again, wouldn't you be teasing me? There is no need to say more nonsense. I am not an unkind person and will not threaten you, fellow Taoist." Life." Shen Lang pulled Su Ruoxue behind him, glanced at Old Demon Feng Yue, and said with a slight smile: "Fellow Taoist Feng Yue is famous as a thunder, and his strength must be astonishing. Shen would like to feel it."

"Hmph, in that case, I will be waiting for you in the sky outside the hall. Don't make me wait too long!"

Old Demon Fengyue smiled contemptuously, and then flew out of the hall. Several Nascent Soul Stage monks from the Hehuan Sect immediately followed behind the old demon.

The Nascent Soul stage monks in the main hall looked at each other with different expressions, thinking that something good was going on.

In fact, everyone also had doubts about Shen Lang's strength. It was incredible that a monk in the early stage of Yuanying could kill a monk in the middle stage. It was even more exaggerated to destroy Yunling Mountain.

Although Zhang Daoling said it himself, everyone in the hall was skeptical. Even Shen Lang's senior brothers, Jiang Hai and Lu Yuan, were a little unbelievable.

Now that they have such an opportunity to perform, everyone wants to see how strong this rising star Shen Lang really is. Is it really as amazing as the rumored talent and strength, or is it an exaggeration?

Zhang Daoling, who was sitting on the jade chair directly above the hall, said nothing but walked out of the hall with a smile on his face.

Everyone also walked out of the hall, ready to watch the show.

"Shen Lang, that man is a great monk in the late Nascent Soul stage. Do you really want to take a blow from him?" Su Ruoxue sent a message, her expression anxious, her pretty face full of worry.

"Don't worry. Although it's hard for me to be this person's opponent, if it's just a hard blow, there's absolutely no problem." Shen Lang Chuanyin replied with a confident expression on his face.

During this period, Shen Lang also fought against many Nascent Soul Stage monks, and he had a rough idea of ​​his own strength.

In fact, even if Old Demon Feng Yue really fought with him without any scruples, Shen Lang would be sure to last for a while and a half, needless to say, he would only have to bear one blow.

"Okay, be careful in everything." Su Ruoxue whispered.

Shen Lang nodded slightly and walked out of the hall, followed closely by Su Ruoxue.

At this moment, thousands of meters above the main hall of the Tianshi Sect, a large group of old monsters in the Nascent Soul stage stood in the void in twos and threes, talking quietly, and seemed to be looking forward to it.

Fengyue Laomo is the second most powerful monk in Yunjian Beilu, and his magical powers are naturally unfathomable. Now that he finally has a chance to show off, everyone is naturally happy to watch the show.

As for Shen Lang, everyone thought he was going to be unlucky. Fengyue Laomo probably wouldn't kill Shen Lang, but it would probably be unavoidable to injure him and teach him a lesson. Unless this kid really has unimaginable strength.

Shen Lang and Feng Yue Lao Mo stood on the left and right in the void, clearing up a large area around them.

The Nascent Soul stage monks who were watching consciously retreated to a distance of several thousand meters away. The spiritual consciousness of the monks in the Nascent Soul stage is quite terrifying, which does not affect their ability to watch the battle.

"Young man surnamed Shen, hurry up and get ready. When you are ready, I will take action!" Feng Yue Laomo sent a message to Shen Lang, his voice was quite eerie and weird.

"Fellow Taoist Fengyue, just take action, Shen doesn't need to prepare." Shen Langfeng said with a light smile.

A disdainful sneer appeared on the corner of Fengyue Laomo's mouth: "I want to see if you can still laugh later, take the move!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Old Demon Feng Yue stretched out his right palm. His white palm suddenly surged with a large amount of bloody demonic energy, like blood mist, and the red light swelled.

He sacrificed a spear that looked like blood jade. The blood-colored spear was three meters long, with an exquisite and gorgeous appearance. It was engraved with countless rune marks. There was blood mist surging on the tip of the spear, exuding a heart-stopping aura!

"Oh no, it's Old Demon Feng Yue's magic weapon, the Demon Hunting Spear!" Jiang Hai, who was watching the battle, changed his face and couldn't help but exclaimed.

"How can Old Demon Feng Yue be so shameless and want to use his natal magic weapon to deal with Junior Brother Shen?" Old Lu Yuan's face instantly turned pale.

I didn't expect that the old demon Fengyue would use such a powerful magic weapon when he came up. Now Shen Lang is going to trick his father!

All the Nascent Soul stage monks who were watching sighed, thinking that this old demon Feng Yue was too ruthless, and he was completely targeting Shen Lang. Su Ruoxue's face was extremely pale, and her heart was about to beat. She just prayed that Shen Lang would be safe.

Only Zhang Daoling still looked at this scene with an indifferent expression.

I saw a mouthful of gray demonic energy spurting out from Fengyue Old Demon's mouth, which attached to the blood-colored spear, and then injected a large amount of spiritual power into the spear. The spear suddenly emitted a dazzling blood light, as bright as the blazing sun.

"Demon hunting gun, go!"

With a low cry, the old demon threw the demon hunting gun in his hand, pointing directly at Shen Lang's chest.

"Whoosh!" A sharp sound broke through the air. The power of the spear was extremely terrifying. The air was vibrating and a stream of blood mist was floating around.

Shen Lang's whole body was covered with chills, and he could clearly feel the power of Old Demon Feng Yue's attack, which was extremely powerful!

But he was prepared.