"What's going on? Who is calling the prodigal boy's name?"
"Could it be possible that that kid really showed up after hearing that he could have two wives?"
Shopkeeper Jian and Head Xia were suddenly startled, and with a hint of hope in their hearts, they looked in the direction where the sound came from.
But that glimmer of hope suddenly turned into greater disappointment.
"Shen Lang! Please invite monk No. 138 Shen Lang to come on stage to accept the trial of the preliminary round!" On the fighting stage, a middle-aged man frowned and read the list in his hand.
It turned out that Shen Lang did not show up. The head of the Xia family and the sword shopkeeper were strolling around and had already arrived in front of the martial arts stage for the Qingyun Trial Preliminary Tournament...
"Shen Lang! Why haven't you shown up yet!" After reading Shen Lang's name three times, Deacon Li frowned more and more, "If you don't show up again, you will be considered as a forfeiter!"
Next to Deacon Li, Scarlet Xiao Peak disciple Zhao Tianling stood proudly, with a proud smile on his face. Of course he knew that Shen Lang was dead, and he also knew that Shen Lang could not come over, but he still deliberately said sarcastically: "In my opinion,
, he doesn’t dare to come! After all, I accidentally lost to him last time, and he may be afraid that I will use all my strength this time to deliberately make things difficult for him.”
As soon as these words came out, the monks in the martial arts arena who didn't know the truth immediately burst into laughter.
"That's right! I just don't dare to come! Spiritual weapons are not allowed in the preliminaries, and of course his soul-beating stick cannot be used."
"You can't use the soul-beating stick. With his strength in the Qi Refining Realm, how can he dare to come?"
"Yes! He must be afraid to come because he is afraid of being beaten badly by Senior Brother Zhao."
"It's just a qualifier, not a life-and-death battle! You don't even dare to come here, you're such a rubbish coward."
Hearing these curses, Zhao Tianling suddenly felt relieved. Shen Lang had chopped off his legs, chopped off one of his arms, and even almost killed him with Five Thunder Palms. He had long hated Shen Lang.
Lang, even if he knew that Shen Lang might be dead, he still could not resolve the hatred in his heart.
Zhao Tianba and Zhang Licheng also sneered secretly.
Shen Lang's death not only relieves his hatred, but more importantly, he no longer has to worry about the treasures hidden in the cemetery being known...
"What a bunch of bastards! The man may be dead, but you still want to ruin his reputation!" The sword manager turned blue with anger and couldn't help but rush to the ring and slap Zhao Tianling off.
But before he could make any move, the head of the Xia family grabbed him and said, "Forget it, why bother arguing with a junior? Even if you really beat him up, how can you help that kid clear his name?"
The sword shopkeeper was slightly startled, but fell silent.
Yes, what if he rushes forward? How should he help Shen Lang clear his name? Should he tell everyone that Shen Lang is dead?
Although Shopkeeper Jian also felt that Shen Lang might be dead, Shen Lang's body was not found after all. He still held on to the last glimmer of hope... He didn't want to lose that glimmer of hope. Of course, he couldn't admit that Shen Lang was in public.
The fact that the wave is dead.
"If I had known this, I shouldn't have signed up for him." The head of the Xia family sighed helplessly.
"You really don't dare to come?" Deacon Li frowned, his expression gradually turning disdainful, "I have been presiding over the trial qualifiers for so many years, and I have never seen such a cowardly person."
In fact, it is not surprising that Deacon Li would be so disdainful. The so-called Qingyun Trial Qualifiers are actually very simple and there is no danger at all. As long as those who participate in the preliminaries can freely compete with the gatekeepers of the True Spirit Realm.
With a few tricks, you can easily pass the level.
For example, at this moment, as long as Shen Lang appears, he can compete with Zhao Tianling, who is the gatekeeper, for a few moves. No matter whether he wins or loses, as long as he shows his pretty good strength, he can pass the gate!
To put it simply, the so-called preliminaries are similar to the walking process. In addition to testing the strength of the monks a little, the main purpose is to warn the young monks who are about to enter Qingyun to have the courage to face difficulties. Even if it means refining Qi.
Even if you have the cultivation level to face the True Spirit Realm, you must fight bravely.
In the past many years, all the monks who have entered Qingyun have experienced this process. Shen Lang is the first to dare not compete.
"Deacon Li, please announce the results." Zhao Tianling sneered: "Why waste everyone's time with such a cowardly waste?"
"Okay!" Deacon Li glanced at the martial arts audience for the last time. At this time, the audience was still booing. Every monk was scolding the coward who didn't dare to participate in the preliminaries. Shen Lang was nowhere to be seen.
shadow.
After confirming that Shen Lang was not in the audience, Deacon Li said solemnly: "You really don't have the courage! Well, now I announce! The 138th monk, Shen Lang, has been delayed in coming and has given up..."
Before he finished speaking, amidst Zhao Tianling's proud laughter and the curses of the monks, there was suddenly a sound that broke through the air.
Zheng...
A simple knife shot out from the air and was stabbed hard on the hard stone peak of the arena. The tip of the knife penetrated the ground for a foot, and the blade and handle kept trembling and humming...
"An ordinary plain knife? What happened? Whose knife is that?"
"Is it possible that someone was dissatisfied with Deacon Li's announcement, so he boldly threw a knife towards the competition platform to express his protest?"
People who don't know the truth are still making wild guesses.
However, when Zhao Tianling on the competition stage saw the simple sword, his heart suddenly froze, and he instinctively felt a sense of fear.
Others might not be able to recognize this simple sword, but Zhao Tianling could not forget this simple sword no matter what! Because it was this simple sword that cut off his legs on the death duel stage! It was this one.
Pu Dao chopped off his right arm in the cemetery!
Broken legs and arms can be reattached, but the pain and fear brought to him by the Pu Dao have long been engraved in his bones. He will never forget this Pu Dao, and he will never mistake this Pu Dao.
!
This is Shen Lang's simple knife! It's the knife that appears again and again in his nightmares!
"No! Impossible! He has obviously died in Black Wind Village! Senior Brother Yu said he was dead, and Elder Liu also said he was dead! How could this be his knife?" Zhao Tianling's eyes widened, and then he suddenly raised his head,
Look towards the sky.
"Hey, why does that knife look like Mr. Shen's knife?"
"It looks quite similar. Is it possible that there is a second person like that guy in Juxian Mountain, carrying an ordinary sword as a weapon?"
Already extremely disappointed, the head of the Xia family and the sword shopkeeper, who had already planned to leave, also looked curiously into the sky.
But in the clear sky, I saw a person flying across the sky. Look at that strong and vigorous figure, look at that familiar and slutty figure, look at the cute dimples on his face when the corners of his mouth are raised.
If this guy is not Shen Lang, who else could he be?
"It's him!"
"It's really him!"
In an instant, Zhao Tianling and Zhao Tianba's expressions changed. Zhang Licheng's expression became even more gloomy. As long as Shen Lang lives, sooner or later the secret of the cemetery will be lost! He can't even sleep peacefully!
"Killed by a thousand cuts! Both Liu Qingshan and Zhao Qifeng said he was dead! Why is he still alive and well?" Zhang Licheng clenched his fists tightly.
"He is really that bastard!" The head of the Xia family was so happy that he was almost moved to tears.
"Let me tell you, this guy is very lucky! When I first saw him, his whole body was almost cooked, like a roasted suckling pig, but he still survived! How could he die so easily?
?" Shopkeeper Jian habitually touched his waist, as if he wanted to take a quick sip of wine. Unfortunately, he didn't bring a wine gourd with him today.