Great Slaughter System

Ding!

The host has achieved the title task, the posture of a hero.

Reward one call and two thousand killing points.

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

Three yuan circulated around Shen Lang's body, and the wound on his shoulder was recovering at a speed visible to the naked eye.

boom! ! !

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

This battle stabilized Shen Lang's realm that had just entered the mid-innate stage.

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

Shen Lang pondered.

Little Lord..

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

It's okay, just a little injury.

Shen Lang stood up and said lightly.

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 view, if Li Ming's strength was stronger, he would definitely not be able to resist it, and even if he did not die, he would be seriously injured.

Qinglian Sword Song.

A gleam flashed in Shen Lang's eyes.

Although Qinglian Sword Song only slightly injured Shen Lang, it didn't mean that Qinglian Sword Song was not strong, it was just that Li Ming was too useless and didn't exert the power that Qinglian Sword Song should have.

Otherwise, Lei Ming and the others wouldn't call Li Ming a half-assed.

As a super expert in the Void Cave Realm, how could the exercises created by Li Mubai be so simple.

Li Mubai is a super strong man in the Zhenwu Continent, even if he is a person who walks sideways in the Dongxu Realm, Li Mubai in the Dongxu Realm is equivalent to the current Shen Lang.

Invincible in the same realm, few people can compete, and they are also among the best in the weighbridge. However, although Li Mubai is strong, he is a casual cultivator. At the same time, Li Mubai also has another title, Qinglian Sword Immortal.

Li Mubai was a person who was addicted to alcohol all his life, never participated in the conflicts in the mainland, only accompanied him with a sword and a pot of wine, he was regarded as an outlier in the Zhenwu Continent.

Later, by chance, he met Li Ming, who was 80% similar to him, and he accepted Li Ming as his disciple.

Qinglian Sword Song is divided into four styles, each style has different power, but since Li Mubai created Qinglian Sword Song, no one has been able to make him use the fourth style, so people on the mainland are very afraid of Li Mubai.

Shen Lang didn't know about Li Mubai's deeds, he only knew that from Li Ming's actions, Qinglian Sword Song was definitely not easy.

Let's go, let's go to the city, the martial arts conference should start in two days.

Shen Lang said lightly.

At this time, in Wucheng, the deeds of Shen Lang's battle with Sanying had already caused a frenzy of public opinion.

In a restaurant, a martial artist raised his head to drink a glass of wine, and said with his tongue, Brother Zhang, it is said that a dark horse has appeared?

Another martial artist who had just put down his wine glass nodded and said, Well, Brother Wang, you didn't see it at the time. That Shen Lang is really a mess of fierceness. He even beat up three strong men on the celebrity list and ran away with their heads in their arms. It's really domineering.

oh!

A martial artist surnamed Wang became interested, and said, Brother Zhang, quickly tell me how strong Shen Lang is.

The warrior surnamed Zhang coughed, sat upright, and recalled: It is said that Shen Lang was born mighty and tall, and the jade tree faces the wind...

etc.

The warrior surnamed Wang interrupted the warrior surnamed Zhang, looked at the warrior surnamed Zhang suspiciously, and said, Brother Zhang, did you see it, why did you say they all came up?

Cough cough, slip of the tongue, slip of the tongue.

The martial artist surnamed Zhang gave a fake cough, Come back to business, that Shen Lang looks like a jade tree facing the wind, chic and suave, with a monstrous power when he waved his hands.

Listening to the description of the warrior surnamed Zhang, the warrior surnamed Wang began to imagine the scene at that time in his mind.

Just like that, Shen Lang beat Wushuangjian He Tianxing and Little Sword Fairy Li Ming and Xueli away with three punches and two kicks.

puff!

Originally because the martial artist surnamed Wang told about Shen Lang's deeds, when the warriors attracted were listening fascinatedly, an untimely voice sounded.

Everyone was interrupted from thinking and glared at the place where the voice came from.

When they saw the person who made the sound, everyone's faces took another 180-degree turn.

I saw a slender woman in a yellow shirt with a pure face and an aloof temperament sitting there covering her small mouth and smiling coquettishly.

However, although the woman interrupted their train of thought and made them angry, they disappeared when they saw the woman.

Not to mention the woman's pitiful appearance, just the elegant temperament on the woman's body, which made them unable to get angry.

Fang Miaoer stood up slowly and came in front of the crowd, the warriors involuntarily made way for her.

Fang Miaoer stretched out two slender fingers, picked up the warrior surnamed Wang, and then sat down on the warrior surnamed Wang, glanced around, and said seriously: Okay, I guess this brother has never seen Shen Lang's battle with them, and this chivalrous girl will explain to everyone what happened next.

Hearing Fang Miaoer's words, the martial artist surnamed Wang smiled embarrassingly. In fact, he had never seen Shen Lang's battle, and he was only showing off based on hearsay.

Everyone who has money, give it to the money market, and those who have no money, give it to the individual market. This chivalrous woman is going to give a lecture to everyone.

Fang Miaoer picked up a chopstick and tapped it lightly on the wine glass, Speaking of which, Shen Lang looks fierce and has a short stature.

ah!

When everyone heard Fang Miaoer's words, the glorious 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 depth of love, Fang Miaoer couldn't help laughing.

Since then, the image of Shen Lang's invincible and heroic appearance has spread throughout Wucheng in a short period of time.

Some said that Shen Lang's long black-faced fangs were like evil spirits, and some said that Shen Lang was short in stature and had incomplete limbs.

Fang Miaoer couldn't help laughing and leaned forward and backward while walking on the road, just as Fang Miaoer was imagining what Shen Lang's expression would be when he heard the rumors about him.

Boom! Hit one person with a bang.

Hey, don't you have eyes when you walk?

Fang Miaoer didn't care whether it was the person she hit or someone else hit her, she scolded her head and face.

Well!

Miss, I'm sorry.

A burly man with a rough face scratched his head and said nervously.

Hearing the big man's voice, Fang Miaoer exclaimed, Why is it you!

hey-hey!

The big man smiled honestly, and then said respectfully: Miss, the Palace Master asked me to pick you up.

Fang Miaoer seemed like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, and jumped up instantly, looking around vigilantly, My father is here?

The big man seemed to be stumped by Fang Miaoer's question, he frowned and thought for a long time before saying, Well, it should be considered coming.