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 excessive. Elder Shen Lang whom I sent has only had a baby for a few years. You are the second-ranked late Nascent Soul cultivator in the North Continent.
, how can you bully a rising star who has just entered the Nascent Soul stage?
"That's right, 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 a little dissatisfied.
The atmosphere in the hall was a bit solemn, and everyone was secretly wondering, what grudge does the old demon Fengyue have against Shen Lang? Let the old demon bring it up and let this kid take a hard blow.
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 catch Old Demon Feng Yue's move without dodging or avoiding it? He would have to be crippled even if he didn't die, right? Old Demon Feng Yue snorted coldly: "You Tianquan
Zong people should not put the cart before the horse.
It was obviously Shen Lang who said that he was the one who killed Zhong Wuling of the Guixian Sect and destroyed Yunling Mountain.
If he really had this strength, would he be afraid of taking a direct blow from me? He wouldn't want to make too much nonsense and embarrass everyone.
"As soon as these words came out, Jiang Hai and Lu Yuan were speechless, and there was a burst of sighs in the hall.
Shen Lang's expression suddenly darkened, and he said: "It's just a single blow. Shen has learned the clever tricks from fellow Taoist Fengyue!" Su Ruoxue's pretty face instantly turned pale, and she immediately grabbed Shen Lang's clothes and bit her teeth.
He shouted towards Old Demon Feng Yue: "Fellow Taoist Feng Yue, the little female Taoist monk was still being chased by Nanlu monks some time ago, and her injuries have not yet healed.
Fellow Taoist making this request at this time is really too much. I hope fellow Taoist will take back his life!" Old Devil Feng Yue said with a smile: "Young Daoist Shen himself has already agreed, so if you say this kind of words, it's not a joke on me.
There is no need to talk nonsense. I am not an unkind person and will not threaten the life of your Taoist companion.
Shen Lang pulled Su Ruoxue behind him, glanced at Old Demon Feng Yue, and said with a smile: "Fellow Taoist Feng Yue is famous as a thunder, and his strength must be astonishing. Shen would like to experience it."
"Humph, in that case, I will be waiting for you in the sky outside the hall. Don't keep me waiting for too long!" Old Demon Feng Yue smiled contemptuously, and then flew out of the hall. Several Nascent Soul Stage monks from the Hehuan Sect also immediately followed.
Followed behind the old devil.
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 has doubts about Shen Lang's strength. It is incredible that a monk in the early stage of Yuanying can kill a monk in the middle stage. It is 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 astonishingly talented and powerful as the rumors say, or is it an exaggeration? Zhang Daoling, who was sitting on a jade chair directly above the hall, did not say a word, 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 hit him hard?" 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 head-on 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.
"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 Nascent Soul Stage old monsters stood in groups of twos and threes in the void, talking in low voices, 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.
Feng Yue Lao Mo 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 and were far away.
The spiritual consciousness of the monks in the Nascent Soul stage is quite terrifying, but it does not affect their ability to watch the battle.
"Young man named Shen, hurry up and get ready. I'm going to take action when you're ready!" Old Demon Feng Yue sent a message to Shen Lang, his voice was rather 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 Old Demon Feng Yue'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, exquisite and gorgeous in appearance, and 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 Fengyue's magic weapon, the Demon Hunting Spear!" Jiang Hai, who was watching the battle on the sidelines, 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.
Unexpectedly, the old demon Feng Yue would offer such a powerful magic weapon as soon as he came up. Now Shen Lang was 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. He just wanted to do it.
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 Old Demon Fengyue spurting out a mouthful of gray demonic energy, which attached to the bloody 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. He could clearly feel the power of Feng Yue Lao Mo's attack. But he had already prepared for it.