Without any hesitation, Shen Lang, who jumped onto the fighting stage, broke countless raindrops in his body like a violent wind, and rushed towards Liao Guanyun directly.

Because he wanted to smash Liao Guanyun's smelly mouth, the first thing he had to do was smash the smelly mouth, so he was too lazy to consider any issues that had nothing to do with this matter.

Liao Guanyun did not hesitate at all, because this battle was no longer a Qingyun martial arts competition in the normal sense, but a Lian Zhan he took the initiative to apply for. There was no need to let Deacon Qin announce the start of the game. As for whether he should nod and say hello before the competition, as before, as he did several times before, he should nod and say anything to the point. Friendship first... those false things are undoubtedly even more nonsense.

Because he had already cursed like a shrew for a while, because he had already felt anger in his heart! So, when Shen Lang jumped onto the fighting platform, the moment he had just contacted the ground, he immediately drew his sword and wanted to get out of that anger!

Such a scene of a sharp-tongued face to fight as soon as they meet, shocking the people watching the battle. Although people had already realized Liao Guanyun's intentional provocation and also saw a small step towards the fighting platform, they knew that Shen Lang would most likely go on stage to compete with Liao Guanyun, but they still didn't expect that this battle would come so suddenly and so quickly.

That feeling is like watching the sky gloomy, dark clouds everywhere, thunder sounds, and it seems that wind and rain are about to start. But before a strong wind swept across the earth, a sudden heavy rain poured over, making people unprepared...

In amazement, Yu Wushuang looked at Shen Lang's fierce figure and sneered disdainfully: "I know I am defeated by Liao Guanyun, but I still have to go to the fighting stage. It's so stupid. It's okay to rush forward to fight, but he can't escape this battle after all. But he is still so arrogant and rush forward with the thunder force as brave as if he is brave. Could it be that he thinks he is defeated too slowly?"

There is no doubt that Shen Lang, who seemed fierce and fierce at this moment, could be said to be brave, was just a fool in Yu Wushuang's eyes.

Not only did Shen Lang look like a fool in Yu Wushuang's eyes, but after he gradually woke up, thousands of ordinary Qingyun disciples, or elders Zhufeng, and even the real people of Qifeng, thought Shen Lang's behavior was too stupid.

The Golden Pill Realm is an insurmountable gap in practice! Even the most powerful monk in the True Spirit Realm can never take a slight advantage in front of the Golden Pill Realm monk. This is like, no matter how strong the sheep in the flock is, it is impossible to defeat the fierce wolf with sharp fangs and claws on the grassland.

And if there is a sheep who thinks it is strong, directly rushing towards the evil wolf, trying to fight the evil wolf to death. This is undoubtedly a fool, a search for death. This is undoubtedly the simplest truth in the world.

"Oh...too impulsive! After all, I am still too young and easily angered by others. Even if I am a rare genius, I still need to be tempered." Master Wolong sighed.

"In terms of strength, Shen Lang is already extremely strong to defeat Li Xuejun. If he was more cautious and relying on the characteristics and advantages of the talisman master, he would have a steadily distance from Liao Guanyun. Even if he could lose, he would not have been defeated too badly, but he rushed over like a death-seeking..." Zhenren Jingxuan sighed, obviously not optimistic about Shen Lang.

The head of the Xia family frowned. Shen Lang's behavior was indeed a little impulsive, but he could understand that Shen Lang was impulsive because of his precious daughter, so he did not blame him. But after thinking about a certain problem, he had many doubts.

"This is not right! Donghua Old Ghost, your disciple is obviously not right. He has been deliberately looking for trouble today, deliberately provoking Shen Lang, as if he was afraid that Shen Lang would avoid the battle. Why is a dignified Jindan cultivator so persistently trying to compete with Shen Lang?" The head of the Xia family said in a cold voice: "I suspect that he has another purpose! Perhaps, he wants to die in Shen Lang."

"Hey, Lao Xia, you're thinking too much." Donghua said indifferently: "I know you value your genius son-in-law, but even if you value him, you can't look at anyone who wants to harm your son-in-law, right?"

"As for why my disciple's behavior is so abnormal today, it can even be said to be a bit too much... Haha, you also know that my two disciples are the most arrogant and have entered the Jindan realm, but they have never had the identity of a true disciple. Therefore, he is determined to win this Qingyun Martial Arts victory. But yesterday, he lost to your genius daughter, probably because he was a little anxious and a little frustrated, so Liao Guanyun is a little too extreme today."

"And, yesterday I specifically reminded him to stay on the front line in everything and not be brave and fierce. I believe that he is still a bit sensible in the face of big news." Donghua's real man stroked his beard and looked at the martial arts arena. Liao Guanyun's momentum is getting stronger and he continued proudly: "Old Friend Xia, don't you know that Shen Lang will lose, so you want to make trouble?"

Listening to the promise of Donghua Zhenren, the head of the Xia family finally felt a little relieved. But at this moment, thousands of sword lights suddenly exploded on the fighting stage!

The wind is whistling, the sword is shaking!

Liao Guanyun's expression was sad and cold. When the sword shook, the sword fell like rain.

This set of swordsmanship is not the swordsmanship he is best at, nor is it the swordsmanship he created himself. Because this swordsmanship has a very poetic name, it was named by Xiao Yicai. This set of swordsmanship is actually the swordsmanship created by Xiao Yicai...

The reason why he did not use the sword technique he was good at was Xiao Yicai's sword technique, which had a hidden meaning. Shen Lang snatched Xiao Yicai's favorite woman. He wanted to use Xiao Yicai's sword technique to defeat Shen Lang and destroy Shen Lang. And he was very sure that dealing with Shen Lang, who was at most equivalent to the eighth level of the true spirit talisman master, was enough to use this move alone...

"Senior Brother! Do you know? Your opponent is so weak, he is not worth mentioning in front of you... But why don't you want to come back? If you come back and destroy him with your own hands and let him become a disabled person directly, Senior Sister Qianye will definitely leave him, maybe you can steal your woman back, right?"

Thinking of these questions, Liao Guanyun's expression became even colder, "Since you don't want to do some things, I will help you!"

boom...

Ten thousand swords were raging, covering the entire 100-meter-a-radius martial arts platform. The swords were extremely sharp, slashing the sky, the earth and the air, and cutting the already thin and weak raindrops into thinner and smaller particles like rain stars. In an instant, water mist seemed to rise on the martial arts platform. In the mist, countless sword shadows were densely packed like dumplings, attacking Shen Lang at the center.
Chapter completed!