"What's wrong, Junior Brother Lin Lang? You don't dare to accept it?? I heard that Junior Brother Lin Lang was only at the eighth level of the Spiritual Realm, so he defeated my incompetent brother and Yanlong, the eighth-level Spiritualist!"
Li Shanhe's sarcastic look seemed to be saying that Lin Lang was not worthy of his reputation.
"Senior Brother Lin Lang! I have admired your name for a long time! I heard that your talent is higher than that of Senior Brother Qi Yan, why don't you show your skills and let the junior brothers open their eyes??"
"Yes, Senior Brother Lin. You and Senior Brother Li don't have an intractable feud. Why not compete in the duel? Whether you win or lose, you will be convinced!"
"Promise him! Promise him! Promise him!!"
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The disciples who were watching started to boo. Many of them were from Li Shanhe, and many of them came to watch the excitement after hearing the news.
"Take it! Of course I have to take it! It's hard to refuse the kindness of senior brother, so I won't be polite, junior brother. But this bet of winning or losing... I think there is something wrong."
"Oh? What do you think, junior brother?" Li Shanhe narrowed his eyes slightly.
"Kowtowing three times is too little! I'll bet on this middle-grade Xuan-level sword again! If you lose, give it to your senior brother as well!"
Lin Lang said as he took out the Silver Moon Sword from his hand.
The onlookers' disciples exclaimed, and many of them recognized that it was this sword that Lin Lang used to defeat Yan Long and Li Yunchuan.
"Oh?" Li Shanhe was surprised. He didn't expect that Lin Lang would increase his chips. But he was sure of winning anyway, so adding more chips would be beneficial to him.
"Okay! Since junior brother is so generous, then senior brother can't be stingy either!"
As he spoke, he also pulled out a sword from his hand. The sword was red in color, and the hilt looked like a dragon playing with a pearl. The center line of the sword body was slightly raised, and the blade exuded a slight cold light. It was a bit thicker than an ordinary sword, but not the same.
Lost sharpness.
"This sword is called Red Dragon. It is of the same grade as the sword in my junior brother's hand. It is also the weapon I usually use. If my junior brother can defeat me, this sword will be yours!"
Li Shanhe said lightly.
How could he, as a closed disciple, not be able to obtain the Xuan-level treasure? It was precisely because Lin Lang understood this that he proposed such a bet.
"Then this bet has been made! All the disciples present are witnesses! I hope that Junior Brother Lin Lang will not regret it when the time comes."
Li Shanhe stared at Lin Lang closely, his expression half-smiling but not smiling.
Are you so sure that you can take me down? I'm still afraid that you will regret it. Lin Lang smiled in his heart, but on the surface he looked unfazed.
"It's natural!"
"Hahaha! Okay! I'll wait for you at the duel field tomorrow afternoon!"
"Why wait until tomorrow? Let's go now!"
Lin Lang stepped out and the Silver Moon Sword in his hand began to buzz.
"Oh? I also want to give my junior brother a day to prepare properly! It seems that my junior brother is very confident in his own skills!"
A trace of confusion flashed through Li Shanhe's mind. He couldn't figure out why Lin Lang was so anxious to die.
"In that case, junior brother, please come with me!"
Li Shanhe made an invitation gesture, then stood side by side with Lin Lang and walked towards the sect's duel ground.
Wow!!!
This move of the two people immediately caused everyone to explode, and the news that the two closed disciples were going to duel spread like the wind within the Suzaku Sect.
Not to mention the numerous outer and inner disciples, even most of the core disciples rushed to the duel field after hearing the news and grabbed front row seats in advance.
No one wanted to miss this battle. After all, both parties involved in the fight were close disciples of the Suzaku Sect. One was Li Shanhe, the head disciple who had long been famous in the Wind and Fire Kingdom, and the other was a newcomer who was rumored to have unparalleled talent.
Disciple Lin Lang. Moreover, the bet between the two of them is a bet that they cannot afford to lose...
Inside the Suzaku Sect martial arts performance venue.
"Big news, big news!! Junior sister!"
A tall girl with a ponytail and a somewhat heroic appearance ran excitedly to Mu Zhiyuan, who was still dancing with his sword.
"What's wrong? Senior Sister Ling'er?"
The person whom Mu Zhiyuan calls Senior Sister Ling'er is Ma Ling'er, a core disciple of the Suzaku Sect. Ma Ling'er and Xia Chuan entered the sect at the same time, and they are among the core disciples with top talents and one of the highest cultivation levels.
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Ma Ling'er, who is at the tenth level of the Psychic Realm, is only one step away from the Spirit Controlling Realm. There are not many female disciples in the sect, so Ma Ling'er takes special care of Mu Zhiyuan, a junior sister who has just joined the sect.
"Everyone in the sect is going crazy!! That one of yours, um..." Ma Ling'er scratched her hair and couldn't remember what to call her.
"The newly promoted closed disciple! He is your little lover. I heard that he is going to fight with Senior Brother Li Shanhe!! The two have already arranged to fight in the duel field, and everyone is running over there!"
"Senior Brother Lin Lang??"
Mu Zhiyuan was shocked, thinking it must be because of Meng Fanjiang's incident.
"Senior Brother Li Shanhe... his cultivation level must be very high. How can Senior Brother Lin Lang beat him?"
There was even a hint of crying in Mu Zhiyuan's tone. She was angry and anxious in her heart. This man had obviously promised himself that he would act in a measured manner, but why was he still so reckless? What if he was hurt during the gambling process?
Seeing the worried expression on Mu Zhiyuan's face, Ma Ling'er chuckled: "Look at your worthless look! Don't worry, junior sister, there are rules in the duel field. If the two people fighting are in different realms, the one with the higher realm will
People must suppress their own realm. So... your little lover is not without a chance!"
"That's it."
Hearing this, Mu Zhiyuan breathed a long sigh of relief. When he was in Mu Mansion, Senior Brother Lin Lang could fight two eighth-level spiritual beings by himself. He should have a chance of winning against Li Shanhe.
"Hmph! I advise junior sister not to have too high hopes. Even if Li Shanhe surrenders to a lower level, it is not something that a freshman can defeat."
A muscular man walked towards the two of them. The man looked to be close to thirty years old and had a messy beard, but his eyes were very sharp. The bulging muscles also stretched out the Suzaku Sect's costume.
full.
"Senior Brother Chifeng?"
Mu Zhiyuan called out the name of the visitor.
Chifeng, like Ma Ling'er, entered the sect very early, and was also the third member of the Suzaku Sect to advance to the Spirit Control Realm. He can be said to be the strongest disciple besides Qi Yan and Li Shanhe.
"Hey! Chifeng! How can you talk like that! Li Shanhe is indeed very strong! But his opponent is the disciple of the Third Elder, and the one who is favored by Junior Sister Zhiyuan. I think he has a good chance!"
Ma Ling'er immediately became unhappy and pointed at Chifeng's nose. Although Chifeng was her senior brother, the two had been very familiar with each other for a long time and had no scruples about anything they did.
"Ling'er! I just kindly reminded Junior Sister Zhiyuan! Let her not have too much hope! Have you forgotten how I lost back then?"
Chifeng had an expression of humiliation on his face.
After Lu Pinglang was abolished, he became the person with the highest cultivation level among the core disciples. Naturally, he was unconvinced by the two closed disciples above him.
Finally, two years ago, Chifeng successfully broke through to the Yuling Realm. He was so high-spirited that he issued a challenge to Li Shanhe the next day, threatening to clear the name of the core disciples. Talent does not determine everything. He can also defeat Li Shanhe.
Li Shanhe of Close Disciple.
But how could the arrogant Li Shanhe easily accept the challenge from others? Until Chifeng slapped his ancestral sword, the Red Dragon Sword, on Li Shanhe's table.
Thus, the gambling battle surrounding this sword began.
In the end, Chifeng still lost to Li Shanhe.
In a competition at the same level, Chifeng only managed twenty rounds in Li Shanhe's hands before being defeated. At this point, no one dared to question the strength of the disciples of the Suzaku Sect.
"this……"
Ma Ling'er also bit her red lips tightly, as if recalling the scene from that year. The core disciples were all arrogant and unconvinced by the disciples who had closed their doors. This was simply an inherent thought engraved in the hearts of the core disciples.
Until they saw the battle between Chifeng and Li Shanhe. Li Shanhe's amazing moves and movements left a very deep impression on Ma Ling'er and other disciples, so much so that when thinking about it today, Ma Ling'er felt a wave of pain.
Feeling helpless, I also secretly worried about Lin Lang.
"Junior Sister Zhiyuan...you don't have to worry too much! Although..."
Ma Ling'er was shaken in her heart, but she couldn't show it. Just when she wanted to raise her head to comfort Mu Zhiyuan, she stopped.
At this time, the anxiety on Mu Zhiyuan's face disappeared, her eyes flashed with light, and her hands were pressed tightly against her chest, as if she didn't take Chifeng's words seriously at all.
"It's okay, Senior Sister Ling'er, Senior Brother Chifeng, Senior Brother Lin Lang... it's impossible to lose, he is the strongest!"
Mu Zhiyuan's voice had an inexplicable firmness. Even she herself didn't know where this firmness came from. Or was it her love for Lin Lang? Or was it because she believed in her own vision.
Seeing this, Chifeng could only shake his head secretly.
In a girl's heart, the person she loves is of course invincible and omnipotent. But the light of reality will always shine into fairy tales.
After the gambling fight is over, you will be able to recognize the reality. Chifeng thought in his heart.
Seeing this, Ma Ling'er didn't say anything more.
"Let's go, Junior Sister Zhiyuan!"
Ma Linger took Mu Zhiyuan's hand and ran towards the duel field. Chifeng paused, and the scene when Li Shanhe defeated him appeared in his mind.
"Core disciples are core disciples after all. Recognize your identity!"
"Talent determines everything, and the gap between you and me will only get wider and wider!"
"I will accept your Red Dragon Sword. Don't worry, it will only become more prestigious in my hands!"
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At that time, Li Shanhe's words surrounded Chifeng like a nightmare, and he made no progress in the six months after the defeat.
In that battle, he not only lost his family sword, but also his confidence.
Chifeng hesitated for a long time and then rushed towards the duel field.