The poisonous needle shone with cold light in the night. Qi Hao, who was hiding behind a cliff, looked like a snake.

At this time, Shen Lang was still sitting with Chen Pipi and others to rest. They were too seriously injured and needed a good rest. The remnants of the Demon Sect had already died. Although the righteous monks led by Chi Xiao Peak were extremely shameless, they would never dare to admit that they would do the slaughter of their fellow disciples.

So Chen Pipi and Shen Lang are both relaxed now, and they never thought that who would attack them again in front of everyone. And the moment is also the best time for Qi Hao to attack!

However, just as Qi Hao was about to throw out the poisonous needle, suddenly a figure that no one expected walked towards Shen Lang, blocking the route where Qi Hao shot out the poisonous needle.

The one who walked towards Shen Lang was not someone else, but just the one who was like a graceful and beautiful son of the god among the righteous monks, and Yu Wushuang, who was known as the Jade-faced Young Master.

"Haha..." Looking at Yu Wushuang who was slowly walking towards him, Shen Lang was also very surprised, thinking to himself that Ruo Yu Wushuang had a high opinion of himself and never regarded him as an opponent, so why should he come here at this time?

Chen Pipi and Lu Lingshuang also frowned tightly, with anger hidden in their eyes.

"You don't have to be nervous, I won't kill you." Yu Wushuang looked down at Shen Lang.

"I have never worried that you will kill me. Of course, if I really worry that you will kill me, you will not see me at this time." Shen Lang said lightly.

"You seem to be very confident." Although Shen Lang's tone was extremely plain, Yu Wushuang could still feel the strong confidence bursting deep in Shen Lang's heart. Shen Lang said that he could not see him, in fact, even if someone wanted to kill him, he could not kill him...

"What's wrong with being confident?" Shen Lang pulled out a grass from the ground and fiddled with it. "It's really amazing today. Some people want to kill me, but now they can't kill me. Some people don't dare to kill me, but they just pretend to kill me and sway in front of me."

When he heard this, Qi Hao, who was hiding in the distance, suddenly burst into a cold sweat, because he suddenly discovered that when Shen Lang was saying this, the green grass in his hand was pointed at the direction he was hiding, and it was obviously pointing invisible...

Yu Wushuang did not hear the hidden meaning in Shen Lang's words, but just thought it was Shen Lang's provocation and mockery towards him, and his face suddenly became a little gloomy: "I admit that you have some skills. You can actually hold on for so long by being alone under the siege of the disciples of the Demon Sect, and successfully found the best time to release the talisman. These things are indeed not simple."

Yu Wushuang looked at the bright moon in the deep night sky, looked at the low mountain peaks under the bright moon and said, "But these are nothing in my eyes. The Qi Refining Realm or the True Spirit Realm are far behind. This is like a weak mortal can climb the mountain in the distance. But mortals cannot touch the moon in the sky. Different levels are different levels, and this is destiny."

"You may not like what I said." Yu Wushuang slowly lowered her head, looked at the soul-killing stick that Shen Lang placed beside her legs, and continued: "You have always been wearing a mask, but the soul-killing stick has long been betrayed your identity. You should be Shen Lang who made some trouble in the villa a few days ago. If I remember correctly, your age would have been over twenty years old."

Shen Lang remained silent. Yu Wushuang stopped after talking about the age issue. But Shen Lang still understood Yu Wushuang's meaning. The meaning was probably that he was still in the Qi Refining Realm at the age of twenty, and was far from comparable to a real genius. He was a waste, not a genius.

This may be the so-called destiny.

"In today's events, many people may think that I deliberately wanted to suppress you, and even a little jealous of you. After all, you are the one that the fairy values." Yu Wushuang's expression became more and more arrogant and calm, "But in fact, I have never cared about you, and I believe that even if the fairy really values ​​you, she will never choose you as her successor. After all, practicing immortal skills is still a fairy technique, and it also requires talent."

"So, you'd better not be blindly confident. At least you're confident in front of me. You don't have such qualifications." After saying this, Yu Wushuang no longer wants to continue, so he made a final summary: "The reason why I don't kill you is not that I dare not kill you, but that I don't want to kill you."

Shen Lang raised his head and looked at the proud and sacred figure in front of him, but suddenly laughed: "I have always felt that my confidence may have gone too far, and it has reached a level that is almost narcissistic."

"Just know it." Yu Wushuang sneered.

"But I found that you are more narcissistic than me. No, that is no longer narcissism, but self-righteousness." Shen Lang looked up at the bright moon in the night, but the laughter became louder: "I admit that I can't reach the moon in the sky, but can you? Maybe I'm standing on a small hill, but you, a pretty guy who looks like a son of god, didn't stand in the sky? Otherwise, you show your supernatural powers and pick the stars or moon in the sky and show me?"

"If you can't do this, what's the difference between you and me? What's the point of what you said just now?"

"you..."

"Hey, I know what you want to say, of course there are some differences between us. For example, you will feel that you are high above, a winner, and are also looking down at me. When I speak, I even need to raise my head to see your face." Shen Lang smiled contemptuously: "But in fact, you are standing at this moment, while I am sitting comfortably. You feel that you are high above, but when you speak, you should lower your head to me?"

"You...what do you want to say?" Yu Wushuang frowned, and he suddenly began to regret talking nonsense with this little person who was stubborn and sharp-tongued.

"The words I want to say are a bit rustic and have no new meaning. If they are really said, they may make people laugh. But I thought about it and it would be better to notify you of this matter, so that you can be mentally prepared."

Shen Lang looked at Yu Wushuang, thinking about the people who died today, and slowly said, "In three months, I will challenge you and kill you."

This sentence is indeed very rustic and indeed very funny. So not only Yu Wushuang smiled, but also Elder Liu Qingshan, Elder Zhao Qifeng, and even the righteous monks all over the mountains couldn't help laughing!

"Ha! I heard it right! A kid in the Qi Refining Realm will challenge the Wushuang Senior Brother in three months?"

"Did he think that his cultivation level can reach the Golden Pill in three months? Who do he think he is, the first genius that is never seen in eternity?"

"I have seen bragging people. It's the first time I've seen such a big bragging person and such a stupid person. I guess I'm stupid!"
Chapter completed!