Near the Death Arena, a large crowd had already gathered around. Except for a few people watching the excitement, most of them were people from Lingxiao Pavilion.
The leader is, of course, Zhao Tianling, the True Spirit First Stage monk from Lingxiao Pavilion. Of course, with his status, he would not bother to deal with wastes like Liu An and Shen Lang.
It just happened that one of his men had a grudge against Shen Lang. Zhao Tianling thought back to the scene when he sincerely invited Shen Lang, but was teased by Shen Lang. He couldn't help but feel a little annoyed, so he brought someone over to join in the fun.
Think of it as a way to support your brothers in Lingxiao Pavilion.
At this time, Liu An, who was on the battlefield, had already been beaten with a bruised nose and swollen face, and his appearance was terrible.
"Tell me! Where did Shen Lang go?" Dewey's voice was a little hysterical and a little impetuous.
I don’t know how many times Dewey has asked this question, and Liu An doesn’t remember how many punches he received, but his attitude is the same as before. No, or his attitude is more direct than before. Previously, he
I just replied that I don't know, but now I am too lazy to even answer.
"Damn it!" Dewey became even angrier and his voice became a little sharp, but for some reason, there was actually a hint of uneasiness on his hideous and terrifying face.
He was uneasy because he was only eighteen years old. Although he had been to the Fairy and Demonic Forest and was lucky enough to kill one or two monsters, he had never killed anyone. But if he continued to kill like this, he might kill someone!
He no longer wanted to continue, so he glanced back secretly, and happened to see Zhao Tianling's cold and vicious eyes. He was not a fool, how could Dewey not understand that what happened now seemed to be him taking revenge, but in fact it was Zhao Tianling
It was a good show in his eyes. He was already on the verge of death! Zhao Tianling was probably waiting for Shen Lang to show up, but Shen Lang didn't show up for a long time, and Liu An refused to reveal Shen Lang's whereabouts, so this scene couldn't stop.
"Don't think that I dare not kill you!" Dewey said fiercely, almost driving him crazy, "You and Shen Lang have only known each other for two or three days, why do you do this!"
"Besides, that guy Shen Lang is just a shameless villain! You only want to protect him, but now that your life is in danger, he doesn't dare to save you!"
Liu An ignored Dewey at all and remained silent.
On the contrary, after hearing these words, the onlookers felt that Liu An was not worth it.
"Yeah, Liu An is just too stupid, he's just a bad guy."
"He met that shameless maniac Shen Lang, and he didn't know that he had suffered the most bad luck in his life."
Dewey's eyes were scanning the audience of the fight to the death, and he cursed angrily: "Shen Lang, aren't you quite capable? Why are you so timid now? If you have the ability, come up and fight me!"
At this time, Zhao Tianling, who had been watching with cold eyes, gradually frowned. Liu An was just a monk at the second level of Qi Refining. He was just a waste of practice! What's the point of beating such a waste? Will Liu An live or die? What will happen to him?
How miserable, what does this have to do with him, Zhao Tianling? His dignified True Spirit Realm monk has nothing to do? Come here to watch such a boring competition?
Of course, Zhao Tianling is not so boring. He is mainly here for Shen Lang. But Shen Lang has not shown up yet, so naturally there is no good show for him.
"Brother Zhao, everyone is very busy today. You asked me to come over to watch a show, just to watch this?" Li Qinghua from Shenfeng Pavilion pointed at the figures in the square and said with a somewhat impatient tone.
Obviously, Li Qinghua is also very upset by the current drama.
"Brother Li, why are you in a hurry? The fun is all behind you." Zhao Tianling said with a smile: "The news of Liu An going to the death battle platform has been spread. If Shen Lang hears it, maybe he will come over."
"Shen Lang?" Zhao Tianling didn't mention it. Li Qinghua might have forgotten such a person in two days. After all, he was just a waste and not worthy of his attention at all.
"Yes! We sincerely invited him to enter the Three Pavilions, but Shen Lang knew that he was a waste, but he kept it secret and deliberately refused our invitation. He was clearly playing tricks on us." Thinking of the original scene, Zhao Tianling
Still a little angry.
"Well, this person is indeed a bit hateful, but judging from the current situation, Shen Lang probably doesn't dare to come." Li Qinghua nodded and said.
After pondering for a long time, Zhao Tianling smiled helplessly, spread his hands and said, "Yeah, I didn't expect him to be so shameless."
But at this moment, a cold voice suddenly came: "The person you are looking for is me, but you are attacking my friend. I don't know who is more shameless!"
After the words fell, Shen Lang, who was dressed in civilian clothes, had already landed on the stage in front of everyone's disbelieving eyes, "A fight to the death, right? I, Shen Lang, will accompany you!"
"Here he comes! He is actually here!" People were shocked.
On the death battle stage, Dewey, who had been clamoring for a fight to the death with Shen Lang, changed his expression drastically. Without waiting for Shen Lang to approach, he quickly left the death arena with a crawl, mixed directly into the crowd of Lingxiao Pavilion disciples, and escaped.
No shadow. Fighting alone? Last time he was defeated with one move. He had a head-on confrontation with Shen Lang in the death arena. What's the difference between that and seeking death?
Shen Lang snorted coldly and ignored Dewey. Instead, he walked quickly to Liu An and sent a ray of true energy into Liu An's body. After confirming that Liu An's injury did not damage his foundation, he relaxed a little.
In a tone of voice, he said: "Let me tell you, you idiot, are you out of your mind? I went to the Fairy and Demonic Forest, why don't you just tell them and it's over? Why did you get beaten like this?"
From Shen Lang's point of view, the Immortal Demon Forest is very large, and even if someone in Juxian Villa wanted to find him in the forest, it would be very difficult. What's more, Shen Lang was not afraid of those people, and Liu An insisted on carrying him
Needless to say, although Shen Lang was a little moved, it still made him feel that Liu An seemed a little too stupid.
"Your realm is only at the first level of Qi refining. Even if you can defeat the monks at the third level of Qi refining, your strength is still at the bottom in the fairy and demon forest. You can only explore the outermost part of the forest. And you don't have a natal spiritual weapon, nor can you
I can fly with a sword." Liu An's voice was a little dull, but this time Shen Lang understood it.
He barely has the strength of the third level of Qi refining, has no natal spiritual weapon, and cannot fly. In fact, in this situation, most people would not dare to step into the Immortal Demon Forest. According to Liu An's idea, even if Shen Lang is bold enough to dare to enter the Immortal Demon Forest
In the forest, at most, you can only move around in a specific area on the periphery, and you definitely don't dare to break into it arbitrarily.
If this is the case, Dewey only needs to find a few more masters with natal spiritual weapons, and it will not be difficult to find Shen Lang! By then, Shen Lang's situation will definitely be very dangerous.
"I have no grudges against them. The most they can do is beat me, but they won't kill me." Liu An's voice still sounded stupid and dull.
But Shen Lang, who had always regarded himself as despicable and shameless, fell completely silent. His heart, which had been numb and cold after countless ups and downs, felt a touch of warmth.
It is a great blessing to have such a brother and such a friend.
In the empty death arena, Dewey had already fled without a trace. Shen Lang kept this hatred in his heart, patted Liu An on the shoulder, and said seriously: "Let's go, brother, let's go back first."
But at this moment, seven or eight monks blocked Shen Lang's path with sneers on their faces.
"Come when you want, leave when you want. Do you think this is your home?" The cold laughter contained a bit of disdain and frivolity. The person who spoke was none other than the leader of Lingxiao Pavilion, Zhao Tianling.