"Challenge?" Young Master Su said calmly: "As far as I know, the city lord shouldn't have this rule?"
"It is true that there is no such rule, but the city lord's palace does not prohibit it, right?" The middle-aged man chuckled, "Why, you don't dare to do it anymore?"
"If you have nothing else to do, then leave!" Young Master Su directly chose to ignore the middle-aged man's words, turned around, and walked towards the thatched house.
"In the ninth team, the other seven small teams have accepted my challenge!" The middle-aged man shook his head and said with regret: "What a pity, the first team is actually timid!"
The warriors who followed the middle-aged man burst into laughter and looked at Young Master Su and others with contempt.
With a stern look on his face, Leng Feng walked out with his sword in hand and said calmly: "Your Excellency, you are too arrogant. You really think that my first team has no one!"
The aura of the peak spiritual master realm burst out from Leng Feng. These people were originally arrogant people, how could they tolerate the contempt of other teams, so they stood up one after another.
"Let's go practice each other!" Young Master Su still didn't stop walking and walked directly into the thatched hut: "This is the captain's order!"
"But, Captain, how can I tolerate it when people come to bully me?" Leng Feng looked at the middle-aged man motionlessly, without any fear in his eyes.
"It seems that the members of the first team have more backbone than the captain!" The middle-aged man chuckled, raising his right hand in vain, gathering his martial arts will, the middle-aged man stepped forward directly, and waved his right hand down.
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The terrifying martial arts will surged out like a tide and crashed onto Leng Feng.
Bang bang! The sword intent condensed on Leng Feng's body immediately collapsed, and he took a few steps back with his face extremely pale.
Leng Feng was like this, not to mention the other warriors, who all took a few steps back. Seeing this, the middle-aged man chuckled lightly, turned around and looked at the warriors following him, and said: "Everyone, have you seen it?"
"Han said that no one in the ninth team is Han's opponent. Now can you admit that I am the captain?" The middle-aged man removed his martial arts will and patted his sleeves gently.
A middle-aged man named Han Lin, a strong man in the Spirit Emperor realm, is a member of the Ninth Brigade and the Ninth Squad. Han Lin is strong enough to be the captain, but the members of the Ninth Squad do not admit that to become the captain, they must defeat the members of other squads.
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It is for this reason that Han Lin took the members of Team 9 to challenge other teams.
"I've met the captain!" The members of the ninth team were impressed by Han Lin's strength and said one after another.
"You little bastards are finally willing to admit Han's identity. Han said that with me here, our ninth team will definitely be able to stand out and enter the abyss of life and death!" Han Lin chuckled. He was originally just a casual cultivator, and he has practiced for many years.
It took a hundred years for him to break through to the Spirit Emperor realm. The purpose of entering the City Lord's Mansion was not to fight the abyss of life and death, but to show his strength and then become the law enforcer of the Lonely City. With his strength, Han Lin was confident that he could become the commander of Dangdang.
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"Are you just leaving like that?" When Han Lin turned around and walked towards the door, a dull voice sounded in vain.
Dressed in white clothes, Ye Shaohan lifted up the drooping thatch and walked out. He looked at Han Lin calmly, with a rare hint of anger in his eyes.
He finally caught the feeling of enlightenment, but was interrupted. Ye Shaohan felt a pang in his heart.
The atmosphere in the entire compound was extremely strange. Most of the warriors looked at Ye Shaohan in surprise. If there was anyone in the first team who was mysterious, it was Ye Shaohan.
Leng Feng felt the fluctuations of the Spirit Emperor Realm on Ye Shaohan. He sighed slightly and whispered: "That person is at the Spirit Emperor Realm!"
"Spiritual Emperor Realm!" Ye Shaohan raised a sneer at the corner of his mouth. If it weren't for the oppression of the Spiritual Emperor Realm, how could he interrupt his practice? Ye Shaohan is very popular now.
Bang bang! Ye Shaohan's pace was extremely slow, but when he took each step, the void around him shook. Han Lin turned around, looked at Ye Shaohan walking towards him, and chuckled: "It turns out there is a challenger!"
With his martial arts will condensed, Han Lin raised his right hand and swung it down with a bang: "But your captains have the good sense to hide. It is not a wise choice for you to stand up at this time!"
The terrifying will surged toward Ye Shaohan like a tide, and Leng Feng and others took a few steps back.
"Martial arts will? It's tearing!" Ye Shaohan did not stop walking, but still walked forward. The thunder was beating in vain on his fingertips. Ye Shaohan pointed out, and the thunder roared!
Kacha! The thunder that merged with the will of the Moon God directly shattered his martial arts will.
Ye Shaohan walked forward as if strolling in a courtyard, "If you step into this courtyard, be prepared to be thrown out!"
Bang! Ye Shaohan stepped in vain, countless thunderbolts condensed out of the soles of his feet, and fell into the void. At the same time, Ye Shaohan's figure shot out, leaving afterimages in the void.
"Bang!" There was another roar, and Ye Shaohan stepped into the air. His fist continued to enlarge in Han Lin's eyes, and a terrifying will filled it, and finally fell on Han Lin.
"Boom!" The lofts within a radius of dozens of miles shook in vain, and the thatched hut in the compound that was originally in danger collapsed. The sound alarmed the warriors around, and auras came out all around.
The eyes of Leng Feng and others rested on the figure that was knocked away by Ye Shaohan's punch. The void shook, and Han Lin's figure directly hit an attic. The attic collapsed suddenly, and dust was everywhere for a while.
A strong man in the Spirit Emperor realm was punched away by a warrior in the Spirit Master realm? This scene seemed to subvert everyone's understanding. Ye Shaohan's figure emerged in front of the courtyard, looking at the rising dust with a calm expression, and a
A crack spread on the ground.
Bang bang! The attic collapsed and the ground shook slightly. Leng Feng and others looked at Ye Shaohan in disbelief. He actually knocked away a strong man in the Spiritual Emperor realm?
The fire in his heart had not dissipated, Ye Shaohan's eyes shot coldly at the other warriors, his body swayed in vain, and he shot out violently, his right leg sweeping out.
Bang bang bang! The dull sounds sounded one after another, and figures were thrown out of the compound like kites with broken strings and fell to the ground, leaving light red marks.
No spiritual energy was used, just relying on the power of the body! Bang bang! The sound of broken bones resounded, followed by several screams.
The dust was flying, Han Lin's face was gloomy, and he got up in embarrassment. He was actually knocked away by a punch from the Spirit Master Realm warrior.
Bang bang! Han Lin took a step forward, his martial arts will was completely condensed, and his body shot out, and the terrifying aura tightly locked Ye Shaohan.
"Seeking death!" Ye Shaohan snorted, raised his right hand again, made a fist, and shot out. The two rainbows collided in vain in the void, and the roar sounded again.
Bang! A figure fell backwards quickly. Leng Feng and others looked at it intently and took a breath. Was this Spirit Emperor realm warrior knocked away again?
The strong wind blew, and a man in martial arts clothes made a hunting sound. Ye Shaohan stopped and looked at the embarrassed figure with a calm expression, and the anger in his heart also dissipated a lot.
Turning around, Ye Shaohan ignored the weird expressions on Leng Feng and others' faces and walked directly into the thatched house.
After taking a few deep breaths, Ye Shaohan's state of mind returned to its previous state, like a pool of stagnant water without any ripples.
Young Master Su lifted the curtain and looked at the figure walking into the house with a stunned expression, and murmured softly: "My lord, what is going on?"
There was silence all around. Han Lin got up. His right arm felt numb and his blood surged. He was not a stupid person to be able to practice so far. "What a strong body, and that martial arts will!"
"Could it be that this person has restrained his aura and hid his cultivation!" Han Lin whispered, and was punched away by Ye Shaohan one after another. Han Lin did not step into the compound again, but left with the warriors of the ninth team in a panic.
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Looking at the dozens of embarrassed figures, bursts of cheers could be heard in vain throughout the compound, and they were extremely excited.
Leng Feng frowned slightly and looked at the thatched house where Ye Shaohan was with complicated eyes, with a little respect in his eyes, "This person is very powerful!"
The cheers from the outside world had nothing to do with Ye Shaohan. Ye Shaohan held the Moon Goddess Pendant again, his mood remained calm, and he did not deliberately pursue the previous feeling.
But that kind of enlightenment can only be encountered but cannot be sought. Although Ye Shaohan was immersed in the sword intention of the second generation, he could not find that feeling. Ye Shaohan was not in a hurry, and his mood became more and more like stagnant water.
In the city lord's palace, there is a dark tower, like a sword thrust into the sky. The clouds and mist are surging around it. On top of the tower, two figures are walking in the clouds. The surrounding clouds and mist are surging, but they cannot submerge them.
The figures of the two of them were astonishingly sad and ecstatic.
He touched his palms sadly and said with a smile: "This Ye Shaohan is really unexpected!"
"A terrifying body, a terrifying will. Although this person's cultivation is only at the peak of the Spiritual Master, his strength is no less than that of the ordinary Spiritual Emperor!" Ecstasy said lightly. The two of them had also seen Ye Shaohan knock Han Lin away with one punch before.
That scene.
"This Han Lin is a casual cultivator after all, and his use of martial arts will is too rough!" He shook his head sadly: "If he could skillfully use martial arts will, he wouldn't be in such a mess!"
"It's really interesting now. There are quite a few Spirit Emperor level warriors among the ninety-six teams!" Ecstasy chuckled, and their figures gradually disappeared into the clouds.
In the thatched house, Ye Shaohan opened his eyes, looked at the tower in the distance thoughtfully, and whispered: "The feeling of being watched has finally disappeared!"
After saying that, Ye Shaohan continued to close his eyes and practice.
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For several days, the entire compound once again regained its previous peace.
In each compound, the warriors are practicing, and some teams are even practicing a set of unpredictable sword formations.
Sword formation is the only way to bring out the strength of the entire team. Young Master Su has an indifferent personality and does not like to manage trivial matters.
However, having already served as the captain, Young Master Su could not be lazy and also took out several sets of sword formations.