Chapter 121

"Ding!"

"The host achieves the title task, the posture of an owl."

"Reward one summon and two thousand kill points."

In the dense jungle, Shen Lang sat quietly under a tree. Gao Jianli and Jin Wuming stood on the distant tree to guard. The demon moon sat cross legged not far from Shen Lang.

Shen Lang's body moved three yuan, and the wound on his shoulder recovered at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Boom!!!

A wave of air radiated, and Shen Lang slowly opened his eyes.

This war has stabilized Shen Lang's state that he has just entered the middle of his life.

"Sure enough, the way to quickly improve strength still comes from fighting."

Shen Lang thought.

"Little Lord..."

As soon as Shen Lang woke up, Gao Jianli and Jin Wuming appeared in front of Shen Lang.

"It's all right. It's a little hurt."

Shen Lang stood up and said faintly.

Although it was a minor injury, Shen Lang was still a little scared when he thought of Li Ming's sword. In Shen Lang's opinion, if Li Ming's strength was stronger, he would never be able to resist it. Even if he didn't die, he would be seriously injured.

"Qinglian sword song."

Shen Lang's eyes flashed a trace of essence.

Although Qinglian sword song only slightly injured Shen Lang, it doesn't mean that Qinglian sword song is not strong, but Li Ming is too useless and doesn't give full play to the power of Qinglian sword song.

Otherwise, Lei Ming and others would not call Li Ming half hanging.

As a super strong person in the cave, the skill created by Li mubai can't be simple.

Li mubai is a super strong man in Zhenwu mainland. Even in the cave virtual environment, he is walking sideways. Li mubai's cave virtual environment is equivalent to Shen Lang now.

The same realm is invincible. Few people can compete with it. They are also among the best in the weighbridge. However, although Li mubai is strong, he is a casual practitioner. At the same time, Li mubai has another title, Qinglian Sword Fairy.

Li mubai, who was addicted to alcohol all his life, never participated in disputes on the mainland. He had only a sword and a pot of wine to accompany him. He was an alien in Zhenwu mainland.

Later, by chance, I met Li Ming, who was eight points similar to him, and accepted Li Ming as a disciple.

Qinglian sword song is divided into four styles, each of which has different power. However, since Li mubai created Qinglian sword song, no one has been able to let him use the fourth style, so people on the mainland are very afraid of Li mubai.

Shen Lang doesn't know Li mubai's deeds. He only knows that from Li Ming's hand, Qinglian sword song is definitely not simple.

"Come on, let's go to the city. The Wulin conference should start in two days."

Shen Lang said faintly.

......

At this time, Wucheng has caused a frenzy of public opinion because of the deeds of Shen Lang and Sanying.

In a restaurant, a warrior raised his head to dry a glass of wine and said, "brother Zhang, it is said that a dark horse has appeared?"

Another martial artist who had just put down his glass nodded and said, "well, brother Wang, you didn't see it at that time. Shen Lang was really a ferocious mess. One person even hit the top three in the celebrity list. It's really domineering."

"Oh!"

The warrior surnamed Wang became interested and said, "brother Zhang, tell me how strong the Shen wave is."

Zhang surnamed Wu coughed and sat upright. He recalled: "Shen Lang is said to be powerful and tall, and Yushu faces the wind..."

"Wait..."

Wu surnamed Wang interrupted Wu surnamed Zhang. He looked at Wu surnamed Zhang suspiciously and said, "brother Zhang, did you see it? Why is it said that they all came up?"

"Cough, slip of the tongue, slip of the tongue."

Zhang surnamed Wu coughed falsely, "back to business, Shen Lang looks like a jade tree facing the wind, natural and unrestrained, and his wave is a towering power......"

Listening to the description of Wu surnamed Zhang, Wu surnamed Wang began to fill his mind with the scene at that time.

"In this way, Shen Lang's three fists and two feet beat away the double swords he Tianxing and the little Sword Fairy Li Ming."

"Poof!"

Originally, when the warrior surnamed Wang was listening to Shen Lang's story, an untimely voice sounded.

The crowd was interrupted and glared at the place where they made a sound.

When they saw the man who made the sound, there was another 180 degree turn on their faces.

I saw a slim woman wearing a yellow shirt, with a pure face and detached temperament sitting there, covering her small mouth and smiling.

However, although the woman interrupted their thinking, which made them angry, it dissipated when she saw the woman.

Not to mention the woman's pitiful appearance, but the elegant temperament of the woman makes them not angry.

Fang miao'er stood up slowly and came to the crowd. The martial artists could not help but make way for her.

Fang miao'er stretched out two slender jade fingers and picked up the warrior surnamed Wang. Then she sat carelessly in the position of the warrior surnamed Wang, glanced around and said in a positive way: "well, it's estimated that this brother hasn't seen Shen Lang's battle. Next, I'll tell you what happened."

When Wu surnamed Wang heard Fang Miaoer's words, he smiled. In fact, he had never seen Shen Lang's battle. He only showed off by hearsay.

"Everyone, hold a money field if you have money and a personal field if you have no money. I'm going to talk to you."

Fang miao'er picked up a chopstick and tapped it gently on the wine glass. "In other words, Shen Lang is fierce and short......"

"Ah!"

When they heard Fang Miaoer's words, the shining image of Shen Lang in their minds suddenly collapsed.

But Fang Miaoer's words made them unable to stop listening. When it came to the deep love, Fang Miaoer couldn't help laughing.

Since then, Shen Lang's invincible heroic image has spread all over Wucheng in a short time.

Some say that Shen Lang's long black faced tusks are like ghosts. Others say that Shen Lang is short and has incomplete five limbs. As for which limb is incomplete, different people have different opinions.

Fang Miaoer couldn't help smiling as she walked along the road, just when Fang Miaoer fantasized about Shen Lang's expression when he heard the rumors about him.

Dong! Hit a man with a bang.

"Oh, don't you have eyes when you walk?"

Fang miao'er scolded the person she hit or others hit her.

"Er!"

"I'm sorry, miss."

A big man with a rough face and a raw tiger back scratched his head and said nervously.

Hearing the voice of the big man, Fang Miaoer exclaimed, "how is it you!"

"Hey, hey!"

The big man smiled simply and honestly, and then respectfully said, "Miss, the hall Lord asked me to pick you up."

Fang miao'er seemed to be a cat trampled on its tail. She jumped up and looked around vigilantly, "my father is coming?"

The big man seemed to be baffled by Fang Miaoer's question. He frowned and thought for a long time before he said, "well, I should be here."