Yang Jian suddenly felt a thorn in his back, and a dazzling golden light erupted all over his body.
Sensing that his master was in trouble, the spirit of the three-pointed and two-edged sword in Yang Jian's body came out to protect his master. The three-pointed and two-edged sword rolled up golden lightning like a raging wave and struck at Shen Lang with the force of shattering the sky and the earth.
The blade burst out with extremely violent golden thunder, tearing apart the space wherever it passed. The power was simply outrageous!
"boom!!!"
There was a loud noise, and the power of thunder rolled up by the three-pointed two-edged sword forced Shen Lang back and struck out the giant blood shadow claw, directly hitting Shen Lang's chest.
Shen Lang was so frightened that he raised his golden dragon spear and blocked the three-pointed two-edged sword that was coming straight at him.
"clang!!!"
The piercing sound of collision was like cracking gold through stone, extremely sharp and terrifying.
Violent golden lightning exploded, sweeping in all directions.
The two of them each took dozens of steps back before they could stabilize their bodies.
Yang Jian was shocked and did not shy away from suspicion. He immediately cupped his fists and bowed to Shen Lang: "Brother Shen has amazing magical powers, Yang Jian is willing to be defeated!"
"Wow!"
The monks watching below were in an uproar.
Most of the monks never expected that Shen Lang, a rising star who had just entered the realm of Hunyuan Daluo, could actually make Yang Jian admit defeat. It was really not easy.
Shen Lang frowned and said, "Brother Yang, why did you say this? You didn't lose."
Yang Jian looked ashamed: "If it weren't for Yang's immortal treasure spirit protector just now, Brother Shen's blow could have hurt my body. Yang's cultivation level is much higher than yours, but he still has to rely on the immortal treasure given by my sect leader. It’s really embarrassing to have to save the Lord by Bao Zi to withstand Brother Shen’s magical attack!”
Shen Lang said in a deep voice: "Brother Yang, there is no need to belittle yourself. Shen can sense that your physical quality is extremely high, and that immortal treasure and magic weapon will definitely exert great power in your hands."
"If you really fight to the death, Shen will definitely not be your opponent, or Brother Yang is too humble." Shen Lang politely hugged Yang Jian to show respect.
It must be said that Shen Lang has a high emotional intelligence. With a few words, he not only won the respect of the monks, but also saved Yang Jian's face, making everyone have a good impression of him.
Yang Jian also respected Shen Lang even more, clasping his fists and saying: "I'm ashamed. If there is an opportunity in the future, Yang will ask Brother Shen some questions about his cultivation."
“Each other!”
Shen Lang also smiled and clasped his fists.
The two ended their discussion peacefully.
The atmosphere of the banquet was extremely high, and the monks praised Shen Lang profusely.
"Fellow Daoist Shen is so powerful, it's really an eye-opener for us!"
"Young Daoist Shen has just been promoted to the realm of Hunyuan. He has such extraordinary combat power. I admire him!"
"Hahaha, if fellow Daoist Shen joins our forces to defeat Zhou, we will definitely be even more powerful."
Being recognized by the monks, Shen Lang was in a good mood.
Yang Jian was indeed an open-minded person and did not feel embarrassed at all. He also took Shen Lang to drink a few glasses of spiritual wine, and the relationship between the two became much closer.
The drunken Yang Jian also took Shen Lang to introduce the monks one by one. Shen Lang also took this opportunity to visit some of the experts in the Chan religion, such as Taoist Ran Deng and so on.
The appearance and attire of the Randen Taoist are very different from the Randen Ancient Buddha. The Randen Taoist has silver hair, but does not look old. He has kind eyebrows and kind eyes. He is wearing a white robe, with a glazed lamp hanging around his waist. A rainbow halo rises behind his back, giving There is a sense of solemnity that cannot help but be taken seriously.
When Shen Lang shook hands with Taoist Ran Deng, the glazed lamp hanging around Taoist Ran Deng's waist suddenly lit up.
At the same time, the coffin palace lantern in Shen Lang's body that was sealed by the power of time and space seemed to be touched, and he felt a trace of resonance.
"Fellow Daoist Shen, it seems that you and I are indeed destined." A meaningful smile appeared on the corner of Taoist Ran Deng's mouth.