Chapter 3401

"Yes, young Lord, don't promise so easily that you won't be inspired by the other side!"

"Don't listen to his nonsense, young master."

"What kind of duel is it? It's not fair!"

Several elders of Huanghua Temple dissuaded.

Shen Lang waved his hand and said: "I have my own decision. You don't have to say much. Just wait and see how it changes!"

All the elders of Huanghua Temple looked at each other and finally remained silent.

"Alas!"

Sirius shook his head. Since Shen Lang insisted, they couldn't stop him.

Huanghua Temple pays great attention to rules. Shen Lang is the leader of Huanghua temple, and his position is higher than that of the elder. Almost no one disobeys his idea.

Although Shen Lang hit the first place on the Fengyun list last time, Liu Baimei, who was the top of the list, didn't know whether there was any water in this achievement.

After all, shenlang immortal's top accomplishments are there. The elders are not very confident in his strength. In addition, the monk who duels with him is the eldest disciple of shenghen. Think about it carefully, it seems that the situation of Shaozhu is not good

In addition to Silverstone, Qingya and Jinwu, they are still quite optimistic about Shen Lang, but there is a trace of the idea of going to the theatre in their mind.

"Wow!" There was a uproar around. A group of immortals on the hillside of the cliff looked at Shen Lang with a trace of incomprehension and ridicule. They thought that the young master of Huanghua temple was so conceited and ignorant that he dared to agree to fight with the middle-term immortals monks of the three ancient Mu families?

Seeing Shen Lang's promise so straightforward, the elders of Qingcheng and other three ancient wood families were shocked for a moment. Unexpectedly, the young master of Huanghua temple was so brainless. How dare he fight!

Qingcheng hurriedly said, "in advance, the young master of Huanghua Temple promised to fight this duel. If something happens to you, it's not our fault."

Shen Lang hums: "since it's duel, I, the young Lord, naturally, would like to give in and lose, and I will not complain. But if this elder of the three clans of ancient wood loses, you must enter into this suspension bridge alone according to the gambling agreement. "

"I promise you!" Saint Cang insists that he can't lose to the dregs of a man's immortal cultivation unless he comes out in the West.

"That's all. Don't talk too much. Let's get started!" Shen Lang said impatiently.

Saint Cang's face was red and his ears were red. He thought that it was time for him to stand up for the three ancient wood clans!

Since ancient times, the three ancient Mu ethnic groups have always been bullied by Huanghua temple. If I can take this opportunity to get rid of the young master of Huanghua temple, the master will praise me greatly.

"Come to war!"

Saint Cang shouts loudly, and immediately greets Shen Lang to a clearing.

The monks in the audience consciously stood aside.

There are also dozens of miles around the cliff hillside. Although the duel ground is a little narrow, it does not hinder the use of magic.

Shen Lang and Sheng Cang are on each side, and the atmosphere on the spot is dignified. No one around the temple is optimistic about Shen lang. many monks even feel that Shen Lang's IQ is worrying! Is it not good to be the young master of your yellow flower view with your tail in your hand? It's necessary to duel with the middle level masters of the three ancient wood clans. Now it's estimated that even life should be matched.

Yellow flower audience elder, look at me and I look at you. The face is not very beautiful. I can only pray that Shen Lang can show his power.

"Why not? Don't fight yet! " Shen Lang frowns and stares at shengcang.

"Your cultivation is weaker than that of my elder. If my elder moves first, he seems to bully me a little bit, I'll let you do it first." Saint Cang, with his hands in his hands, put on a posture of senior, arrogant tone.

"What a trouble!"

Shen Lang is really impatient. He gives a ring and says, "pray for rain!"

Suddenly, the sky above the waves was filled with black clouds.

"The sixth terrace magic, Guishui dragon thunder!"

Shenlang long hair no wind automatic, right pointing to the sky a little bit.

"Roar!"

A huge black Thunder Dragon rushed out of the black cloud, and there was a dense black arc on the dragon's body. The Thunder Dragon roared with his head held high, and went towards the holy heaven with the awe of thunder. The roar of the thunder made the world move!

"Hiss!"

Saint Cang took a breath of cold air in surprise. His contemptuous and conceited expression disappeared in a moment. He was shocked to find that Shen Lang's magic power was far beyond his imagination, which seemed to be hard to resist!

"The sixth terrace magic, holy wood barrier!"

The holy God did not dare to neglect, and quickly drew a blue seal in front of him.

In a flash, there were thousands of blue lights, like a round of blue sun rising slowly. The blue light spread rapidly, turning into a huge amount of blue thorns, blocking the sky!

The blue thorns all over the sky cling to each other like a python, forming a huge blue wall, blocking in front of the saint Cang, trying to resist the black Thunder Dragon.

The next moment.

"Boom!!!"

An earth shaking crackling sound came. The black Thunder Dragon hit the blue wall. A huge amount of black arc and cold were raging. The blue wall in front of Saint Cang's body was roaring.

The strong energy wave lashed all around. A group of ground immortal monks in the distance were shocked, and they made defense barriers to resist the energy shock after the GUI Shui long Lei burst.

"Dong Dong!"

All the energy of guishuilonglei burst on the blue wall, and countless green wood and thorns were blown up.

The saint's face is red, striving to increase the defense of the holy wood barrier to the limit.

After the thunder and roar subsided, the holy wood barrier was also blown up in pieces, crashing to pieces.

The holy heaven retreated thousands of meters, which stabilized his body and breathed a cold breath!

"How How could it be? "

Sheng Cang yelled out. He thought Shen Lang was a soft persimmon, but he couldn't imagine that Shen Lang's magic power could be so powerful!

If you don't do your best to play defense magic, you may not even be able to withstand the heavy waves.

The disciples of the three ancient wood clans, such as Qingcheng, were shocked. The audience was very quiet.

When you reach the level of immortals, you will know the depth with one stroke.

They greatly underestimated Shen Lang's combat power. This yellow flower view young master is so powerful!

All the elders of Huanghua Temple look shocked. It seems that the rumors are true. Young Lord, they are really powerful. They are the skills of the friars in the middle of the field immortal!

"Damn it, it's got this kid in the spotlight again!"

Liu Baimei's heart was full of swearing.

"The sixth stage fairy art, double dragon and thunder curse!"

Before Saint Cang recovers from the fright, Shen Lang will strike again.

Two huge thunder dragons came out of the body, carrying the chilling thunder power, and rushed to the holy heaven.

"The sixth terrace magic, green rainbow through the sun!"

Under the saint's astonishment, his eyes were bloodshot, and he tried to make a blue seal in front of him.

He did not believe that he could not break the attack of the young master of Huanghua temple.

"Bang!!!" All of a sudden, the blue light of the French seal burst out, converging into a brilliant blue light column, like a thick laser gun, shooting at the two incoming thunder dragons.