Chapter 127

When he got off the stage, Gao Jianli said easily, "not bad. The first opponent is not very strong."

"It's only the first round now. Don't expose too much strength." Shen Lang said faintly.

"Little Lord, don't worry."

Gao Jianli nodded.

About one-fifth of Zhu Xiang can end a game. It is rare that the strength of both sides is exactly the same, and it is difficult to distinguish the victory from the defeat.

With the passage of time, some people are happy and others are sad, but most of the slightly famous talents have been promoted.

After all, although there are many martial arts participants, not everyone is a genius. Some martial arts participants in this Wulin conference just want to test what they have learned. In front of those talents, they don't think too much of themselves.

"Seven sets, three groups, eight against one group, twelve."

"Little Lord, it's your turn."

Gao gradually left the road.

Shen Lang nodded and flew to Biwu platform.

"I'm lucky to have a peak cultivation in the middle of my life." Shen Lang's opponent is a thick browed boy with a huge horse chopping knife in his hand. The blade is cold and looks extremely sharp.

Shen Lang nodded, "well, I'm really lucky."

Shen Lang agrees with the young man. As for who is lucky, I don't know.

"Drink!"

The boy with thick eyebrows shouted loudly and rushed forward. When he was three meters away from Shen Lang, he stepped heavily under his feet. The huge horse chopping knife in his hand was held high and directly chopped down towards Shen Lang.

Although the young man's Sabre had a strong momentum, Shen Lang just shook his head and the golden light of his palm appeared. Suddenly, a dragon chant sounded, and then a sound of gold and iron was heard. The huge horse chopping knife in the young man's hand was broken from the middle, and the remaining half of the knife body crossed the tip of Shen Lang's nose.

Shen Lang's expression remained unchanged. With a slight suction of his palm, half of the chopping Sabre broken by Shen Lang appeared in his hand, and half of the chopping Sabre was gently put on the thick eyebrow boy's neck between his fingers.

"Gudong!"

The boy with thick eyebrows swallowed a spit, and a drop of cold sweat fell from his cheek.

Clang!

Half of the young man's Sabre fell to the ground and said bitterly, "I lost."

Shen Lang shrugged his shoulders, flicked his fingers, half chopped his saber, whoosh! With a sound of, he plunged into the ground and turned away.

"Knife! It's not used like that."

"Go back and practice well."

No surprise, Shen Lang was promoted easily.

Then in the second round, the third round, until the fifth round, it was finally Jin wusheng's turn to play. Jin wusheng was no accident and easily defeated his opponent.

Jin Wuming and Gao Jianli's strength, even if they encounter talents, as long as they are not those perverts in the top 20, they will not have any accidents.

The day's battle passed quickly, and the talents of those great forces did not show any strength. They simply defeated their opponents. As for the dark horse, it has not appeared. After all, it is only an audition, and we can't see who is strong and who is weak.

Back to the Cyclamen, Shen Lang and others ate at will and went back to their rooms to practice.

Back in the room, Shen Lang stood in front of the window with his hands on his back, meditated for a while, and finally took out a jade box from his arms.

Shaolin returns the pill.

Shen Lang felt that it was time to break through the late congenital stage. After the war outside Wucheng, his realm had completely settled down.

After breaking through the late stage, he was sure to fight with those peerless talents on the list.

After all, the top 20 talents in the list are all born in the late stage or peak. If Shen Lang is only born in the middle stage, he is still a little reluctant. He can only have the confidence to break through the late stage.

.......

Shen Lang broke through the late congenital period as promised, and there was no suspense in the battle in the next few days. Shen Lang and the three made great progress all the way.

Today is the last day of the knockout, which is the place on the list of candidates.

In the last battle of 150 people, as long as they can advance, they will steadily enter the list.

"No. 8 of group 3 of Qitai vs. No. 1 of group 10 of Qitai."

Wu Xu's loud drink made everyone concentrate.

Today is the day when the strong man was born. All the people watching the war were excited.

No matter what the ranking will be in the future, at least today's winner will be the strong one in the future.

Shen Lang was just sitting on the watch table. As soon as Wu Xu's voice fell, Shen Lang floated like an immortal from the watch platform to the competition platform.

"So handsome!!!"

Shen Lang's name has long been well known in the competition these days, and then Shen Lang's achievements outside Wucheng were revealed.

Although Shen Lang has not entered the list yet, he has attracted a number of fans.

Coupled with Shen Lang's Pan'an face, female fans are better than male fans.

Of course, Fang miao'er's rumors about black shenlang were broken without attack. What short stature and green faced fangs disappeared after Shen Lang appeared.

As for why there are few male fans, of course, it is because of jealousy.

At this time, most of the eyes of the VIP seat beside the martial arts competition platform fell on Shen Lang.

Shen Lang's record is very dazzling. One vs. three. Defeat Li Ming, he Tianxing and Xueli. No one who knows will despise them.

Sitting under the stage, he Tianxing looked at the Shen waves on the stage with a gloomy face and breathed heavily.

"Tianxing, you are upset."

An old man beside he Tianxing glanced at him and said indifferently.

"Lord, i..."

"I know. Don't worry. After the dance forest conference is over, I will kill him and erase your demons."

The old man interrupted he Tianxing, looked at the Shen wave on the stage, and said with his eyes flashing.

Li Ming, who was sitting on the watching table, was not as serious as he Tianxing. He just looked at Shen Lang with a bitter smile. Although he lost to Shen Lang, he admired Shen Lang very much.

Li Ming is very much like Li mubai. They are all people who can afford to put down.

Li mubai also encountered setbacks when he was young, but he didn't have a heart demon. He just took the man as the goal and practiced hard until he finally defeated the man. Because of this, he achieved the name of Li mubai's Sword Fairy.

Since Li mubai Jin entered the cave, he has not lost once among his peers.

In a corner of the viewing table, Fang Miaoer and Mangu sat there quietly.

The barbarian urn said in a voice, "Miss, is this Shen Lang that the hall Lord asked you to take back?"

"Yes."

Fang miao'er nodded gently.

The barbarian bone looked at Shen Lang carefully and frowned: "it's very common. It's too different from Wu Chi Zhao Jiuzhou. I think it's better to take Zhao Jiuzhou back. At least cultivate well, and at least he will become a God General in the temple in the future."

"No! Man Gu, you underestimate him. You'll know when the Wulin conference is over."

Fang miao'er looked seriously at Shen Lang on the stage.

Since the game, Zhao Jiuzhou, who has been sitting there with his head down, slowly raised his head with Shen Lang on the stage. Looking at Shen Lang on the stage, a glimmer of essence flashed in Zhao Jiuzhou's eyes.

Zhao Jiuzhou's long hair is like a lion. The glittering light in his eyes is like seeing prey, which is very aggressive.

Shen Lang turned a blind eye to all kinds of eyes around him. At this time, he just looked at the middle-aged man in front of him with great interest.

The middle-aged man is white and unnecessary. He is about 40 years old. He looks indifferent, like Shen Lang's fame. He doesn't pay attention to it at all.

"Are you Shen Lang?"