Godly Dragon Guard

"If you don't want to embarrass me, don't say anything!" Feng Yaotian sent a message towards Feng Qingyue in an extremely cold voice.

Feng Qingyue shivered in fear: "I know."

Seeing this scene, all the monks in the hall were confused.

Feng Yaotian was so angry. This bastard Shen Lang had obviously done something extremely outrageous, but he couldn't say it out loud. He felt extremely aggrieved.

"Everyone, this is the man who stole the Hunyuan Armor, the most precious treasure of our Saint. A monk with such a bad conduct is not worthy of participating in the birthday banquet of Empress Hongfeng!" Feng Yaotian pointed at Shen Lang and shouted angrily.

Fu'er's beautiful eyes lit up. She had given Shen Lang a sachet before, and she left a note in the sachet, informing Shen Lang that the Hunyuan Armor was in the hands of the Saint of the Wind Ghost Clan.

I really didn't expect that Shen Lang got the Hunyuan Armor so quickly. This man is so powerful!

Fu'er admired Shen Lang so much that she coughed lightly and said, "Young Master Feng, everything requires evidence. Do you have evidence to prove that the Hunyuan Armor is on Young Master Shen Lang?"

Feng Yaotian pointed angrily at Shen Lang and shouted sternly: "Take off this kid's shirt and you will see that the original form of the Hunyuan Armor will naturally appear!"

All the monks in the hall turned their eyes to Shen Lang.

"The show has begun."

Tianyou chuckled and pretended to be watching a show.

Leng Wushuang showed a hint of sarcasm, wanting to see how Shen Lang would end up.

Shen Lang walked out of his seat unhurriedly and said coldly: "Yes, I do have a piece of Hunyuan armor on me, but what evidence do you have to prove that this Hunyuan armor belongs to your Fenggui tribe?"

Feng Yaoqiang's face turned livid, and he yelled: "Do you still need evidence? Will my majestic young master of the Feng Gui Clan frame you as a junior? All the monks in Jiuzhou Continent know that the Hunyuan Armor is the most precious treasure of my Feng Gui Clan, you treat me like Are you an idiot?"

"Haha, you Fenggui Clan are so capable. Don't tell me that the Hunyuan Armor was made by you Fenggui Clan."

Shen Lang chuckled.

Although the Hunyuan Magical Treasure is not as good as the Heavenly Spiritual Treasure, it is still a treasure left over from ancient times. This refining technique has been lost long ago. There are no monks in the Three Realms who can refine the Hunyuan Magical Treasure.

Feng Yaotian shouted angrily: "Stop trying to be clever. It's a sure thing that you stole my Hunyuan Armor. You can't escape! Hand over the Hunyuan Armor to me!"

Seeing that the situation was not good, Fu'er said coldly: "Young Master Feng, today is my mother's birthday banquet, and the hall is full of guests. Is it possible that you want to use force here?"

Although Feng Yaotian knew that his actions were indeed rude, he was so angry that he couldn't help it. There was no way he could just watch the bastard Shen Lang standing on his head and shitting.

"I'm sorry, Miss Fu'er, this Hunyuan Armor is an important treasure of our Fenggui Clan and must be recovered! Shen Lang, I will give you a favor for the time being. As long as you hand over the Hunyuan Armor and surrender, I will You don’t have to pursue this matter!" Feng Yaotian suppressed the anger in his heart and said that he wanted to regain some dignity no matter what.

"You want me to hand over the Hunyuan Armor? Hahaha, there is no way! You Fenggui Clan harmed me first, and now you expect me to apologize to you? Young Master Feng, you are really picking on someone who is weak."

Shen Lang laughed angrily.

He originally didn't want to take away the Hunyuan Armor of the Feng Gui Clan, mainly because Feng Qingyue tried to harm him and annoyed Shen Lang, which led to this incident.

Shen Lang had already restrained his anger, otherwise he should have killed Feng Qingyue at that time to avoid future troubles.

"You little bastard, you're looking for death!"

Veins popped up on Feng Yaotian's forehead. He couldn't bear it anymore and wanted to take action.

At this moment, a gust of wind blew into the hall.

On the white jade gilded chair directly above the main hall, a beautiful woman suddenly sat.

The beautiful woman is wearing a red dress, her facial features are extremely delicate, and her figure is perfect, like a ripe peach. Her temperament is very special. It not only gives people a high and noble feeling, like a nine-day fairy, but also gives people a cold and charming feeling, like the intimidation of a purgatory witch.

"Empress Hongfeng!"

There were exclamations one after another in the hall.

"I've met Empress Hongfeng!"

Immediately afterwards, all the monks saluted Empress Hongfeng on the main seat.

Shen Lang also bowed respectfully to Empress Hongfeng.

"No gift."

The Hongfeng Emperor's red dress fluttered, her beautiful eyes stared at Shen Lang and Feng Yaotian, and she said calmly: "Since you two juniors want to fight, I will give you a chance to do it outside the palace."

Before Shen Lang could speak, Feng Yaotian, whose eyes were red, looked crazy and said, "Thank you, Empress, for your support! Boy, hurry up and have a showdown with me outside the palace."

Shen Lang was originally afraid of disturbing the Emperor Hongfeng's elegant mood, but seeing that the Emperor Hongfeng said this, he had to say: "This junior is really rude, disturbing the Emperor's elegant mood."

As soon as he finished speaking, Shen Lang floated out of the hall following Feng Yaotian.

Feng Qingyue sat silently on the seat in the hall, watching the changes.

There was a commotion in the hall, and the wonderful birthday banquet was disrupted by a duel.

Fu'er's beautiful eyes flashed with brilliance. She didn't feel that her mother was angry. She seemed to care about Shen Lang very much.

After Shen Lang and Feng Yaotian left the hall, they immediately flew high into the sky to prevent the aftermath of the fierce fight from spreading to the Meiling clan hall.

The monks in the hall all released their spiritual consciousness and watched the duel between the two with great interest.

In the sky above the Meiling Tribe, Shen Lang and Feng Yaotian stood on each side, their swords at war.

"Boy, since it's a duel, I'll be the one to say something ugly. If you are killed by me in the duel, don't blame me for being ruthless!" Feng Yaotian roared with a gloomy face.

"This is natural. Young Master Feng, since it's a duel, let's make a good bet. If I win, you can't hold Hunyuan Armor accountable. If I lose, I'll let you do whatever you want. What do you think?" Shen Lang suggested expressionlessly.

"Hmph, okay! Let me add one more thing, if you lose, you will die!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Feng Yaotian directly transformed into his original body, Feng Ghost King.

"Roar!!!"

A huge humanoid ghost that was 10,000 meters long covered the sky and blocked out the sun. It opened its mouth and spewed out an overwhelming black hurricane.

Feng Yaotian used his strongest natal magical power, Void Storm!

In front of everyone, he must defeat Shen Lang with the most powerful means, so that he can demonstrate his prestige as the young master of the Wind Ghost Clan.

The black hurricane contained the ultimate place of destruction, and all the space it passed collapsed, sweeping towards Shen Lang.

The monks in the hall who saw this scene with their spiritual consciousness couldn't help but change their expressions. The young master of the Wind Ghost Clan really wanted to kill the monk in the early stage of integration, and he would use ruthless attacks!

The opponent is only a monk in the early stage of integration, how can he resist? Almost all the monks felt that Shen Lang would die without any body parts in the next moment, but the young master of the Nine Provinces Imperial Clan did not think so.

They knew Shen Lang's fighting prowess, and now that this ruthless man had gathered five more wearable Hunyuan magic weapons, it was hard to say who would win and who would lose.

Seeing the violent void storm approaching, Shen Lang did not dare to neglect at all.

"Nine Nether Sword Formation!"

With a loud shout, Shen Lang used the Nine Star Swords and used the Nine Nether Sword Formation to its extreme.

"Boohoo!"

The nine flying swords turned into countless sword shadows, completely crushing the surrounding space, forming a star-colored sword shadow space.

The sword shadow space was like a tornado, rushing towards the incoming void storm.