Infinite Summons: I can dance like a master

Chapter 8 The Dark Moon Prince

Senluo Imperial Capital, inside the foreign embassy.

As soon as Lin Yang walked to the door, he heard waves of wild laughter and the embassy was filled with people.

"Haha, you can't even handle a small competition? Is there no successor to the Senluo Dynasty?"

"Hahaha, their eldest prince is only at the eighth level of the Golden Core Realm. What kind of talents can you expect from them?"

At this time, Lin Yang raised his legs and walked into the embassy. The originally agitated ambassadors from various countries became quiet when they saw Lin Yang wearing the clothes of a prince, but then a burst of ridicule broke out.

"Hahaha, isn't this the most useless eighth prince in the legend?"

"What? Could it be that Senluo Dynasty can't afford to lose, so why not send you to break the pot?"

At this time, behind Lin Yang, Shen Gongbao looked at the envoys from various countries who were acting wildly, stepped forward and shouted angrily: "How outrageous!"

The strength of the fifth level of the Golden Core Realm propelled the billowing sound waves, causing the eardrums of everyone present to ache.

They all looked at Lin Yang in surprise and thought to themselves that the useless prince of the Senluo Dynasty actually had such a master beside him.

At this time, a cold snort suddenly came from the center of the crowd.

"Hmph! You're only at the fifth level of the Golden Core Realm, but you dare to show off here. I think your Senluo Dynasty really has no one left."

This voice also carries the impact of spiritual power, and the target is directed at Lin Yang who is standing in front. This spiritual power is thick and turbulent. If it is hit, Lin Yang, who is at the second level of the Foundation Establishment Realm, cannot resist it.

Shen Gongbao quickly stood in front of Lin Yang with his quick eyes and hands. With a stroke of his hand, the spiritual impact contained in his voice was dissipated.

At this time, the crowd parted, and three men with gorgeous clothes and cold and enchanting expressions came out, followed by two old men with gloomy eyes.

At this time, one of the old men came forward and glanced at Shen Gongbao in surprise. He found that Shen Gongbao was only at the fifth level of the Golden Core Realm, but he lightly blocked one of his attacks. He then whispered to the three leaders: : "Three princes, the person next to the eighth prince of the Senluo Dynasty is a master, so you need to be careful."

Those three people were the princes of the Dark Moon Dynasty who proposed the competition this time. At this time, a prince standing at the end who looked to be only fifteen or sixteen years old said: "Elder Wudang, he is only at the fifth level of the Golden Core Realm. Just to scare you like this?"

Seeing that Elder Wudang wanted to say something, the leading prince suddenly said: "Ninth brother, please don't be rude. Elder Wudang, Yue Ming apologizes to you on behalf of my younger brother."

Wudang hurriedly said: "I don't dare."

At this time, the prince who called himself Yue Ming turned around and looked at Lin Yang with contempt and suddenly said: "I have heard for a long time that the eighth prince of your country has always been indifferent to worldly affairs. I am a little caught off guard by coming here today."

But seeing Lin Yang's expression of indifference, he thought to himself: "I've been listening to your nonsense for a long time, and you want to hit me?"

At that moment, Lin Yang said coldly: "Oh, I didn't expect that I, Lin Yang, would be famous, but I have never heard of you."

"You!!!" Yue Ming saw Lin Yang's perfunctory attitude and became furious. He was the most powerful prince in the Dark Moon Dynasty, and Lin Yang dared to say that he had never heard of him. Obviously, he didn't take him seriously at all. inside.

"Stop talking nonsense! Do you, the Senluo Dynasty, dare to agree to the competition proposed by me, the Dark Moon Dynasty? It's really not possible. You are a coward in front of the envoys of various countries, and we can't force you to compete?" Yue Ming pressed. Angrily then said.

"Oh? Then what kind of comparison can you tell me?" Lin Yang still said coldly.

Yue Ming turned behind him, and Elder Wudang stepped forward immediately. The storage space flashed, and a long sword with a cold light fell into his hand.

Yue Ming said with a proud look on his face: "Today we will win two out of three games. In the first game, we will compare the magic weapons of the two countries. My Fierce Sun Sword is a third-level magic weapon given by the third-level empire."

After Yue Ming finished speaking, before Lin Yang could speak, the envoys from various countries in the embassy exclaimed as if a pot was exploding.

"Oh my god, it's actually a third-level magic weapon!"

"I've long heard that the Dark Moon Dynasty relies on a third-level empire, and it's true when I see it today!"

"It seems that the Senluo Dynasty has lost face today. It is estimated that they cannot produce a third-level magic weapon with the whole country's strength."

The Demon-Suppressing Continent has a huge area and many countries, which are divided into ten levels according to their strength. The Senluo Dynasty and the Dark Moon Dynasty are only second-level empires and are among the smallest countries.

As he said that, everyone looked at Lin Yang in the field, only to find that Lin Yang had moved a chair and was sitting comfortably in the embassy hall. He was looking at Yue Ming with contempt, as if he was looking at a fool. generally.

Yue Ming, who was on the side, became even more angry when she saw Lin Yang's attitude: "Trash Lin Yang, how about it? I have never seen such a sharp magic weapon."

As he spoke, he took the sword and waved it provocatively a few times, and the sound of a sharp blade cutting through the space suddenly came.

"Humph, it's boring. It's embarrassing to take out such rubbish!" Lin Yang said.

Hearing Lin Yang's words, Yue Ming laughed angrily: "Hahaha, the ignorant are really fearless. Are you afraid that you can't come up with anything decent, so you are just talking nonsense here to cover up your embarrassment?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the envoys from various countries present also made mocking sounds.

Lin Yang glanced at everyone coldly, then stood up and said to Yue Ming: "Of course there are better people than you in our Senluo Dynasty, but why should I show it to you?"

Yue Ming laughed even more proudly when he heard it, and joked: "Haha, there is something better? If you can come up with something better than the third-level magic weapon today, how about I give this sword to you?"

Lin Yang was actually waiting for Yue Ming's words, and he shouted loudly: "Okay, everyone present will testify, it's settled, Mr. Jiang, please bring me the magic weapon!"

Jiang Ziya suddenly walked out from behind the crowd, and everyone present fell silent. They were all curious to see how Lin Yang could justify what he said. Naturally, they did not believe that the Senluo Dynasty, a mere second-level country, could perform better than a third-level country. Magic weapon is not a bad thing.

I saw Jiang Ziya walking into the field, calm and composed. At this moment, Yue Ming suddenly felt an uneasy feeling in his heart.

"Please give me a whip!"

As soon as Jiang Ziya finished speaking, a crack seemed to be torn open in the space, and dazzling golden light poured out from the crack, illuminating the entire embassy with golden light.

Then the magic whip appeared in the air.

"Go!" Jiang Ziya pointed to the ground outside the embassy.

boom!

The magic whip fell with a sound, and a large crater with a radius of several feet was made on the ground, causing the ground of the embassy to tremble.

Silence, the crowd suddenly became deathly silent.

At this time, someone said something: "Even Elder Wudang, who is at the tenth level of the Golden Core Realm, can't have such destructive power with that third-level magic weapon, right?"

Everyone nodded in agreement after hearing this.

At this time, Yue Ming's face looked as wilted as an eggplant beaten by frost.

Lin Yang slowly stepped forward, stretched out his hand and said, "Bring it here. Although I don't like your third-level magic weapon, it is still useful for guarding my house."

"You!" Yue Ming was choked by Lin Yang again and could not speak. However, in front of the envoys from various countries, he naturally wanted to protect the reputation of the Dark Moon Dynasty, so he had no choice but to take the third-level sword and face Lin Yang. Throw it away.

Yuan Hongshan stepped forward, grabbed it, looked around, and said disdainfully: "Trash."

Then he flashed back behind Lin Yang again.

Yue Ming was so angry that he trembled all over and said behind him: "Elder Wudang!"

"In this second round, how about we compete with the subordinates of the two countries to see who is stronger?"

Wudang, who had been standing behind Yue Ming, also stepped forward at this time. His tenth-level Jindan realm aura was exuding, and everyone present exclaimed.

On Lin Yang's side, there was only one Jiang Ziya, who was at the ninth level of the Golden Core Realm, silently releasing his momentum to resist Wudang's pressure.

Yue Ming saw this scene and spoke again: "It seems that the strongest person around you is only the ninth level of the Golden Core Realm, but he is not allowed to use the magic weapon just now!"

"Oh, then what does Prince Yueming plan to lose to me in this game?" Lin Yang said jokingly.

"Hmph, I lost to you in this round..." Yue Ming suddenly realized what he was saying and glared at Lin Yang.

"Lin Yang! How dare you play tricks on me!"

At this time, envoys from various countries also laughed at Yue Ming. Although they were helping Yue Ming attack the Senluo Dynasty just now, most of the countries present were working on their own. No matter who was at a disadvantage, they were all eager to step on them. A few kicks.

Yue Ming knew that if he continued talking, he would be wrong. He took out an ancient book from his arms and said, "Huh, if we win this game, you will return my third-level magic weapon. If we lose, this prince will give me the magic weapon." This ancient book is yours."

"I don't know what the tattered stuff is. Forget it, I'll let you get some advantage." Lin Yang said.

In fact, Lin Yang didn't care what kind of bet Yue Ming took. After all, he was just here to build momentum for himself, so he didn't bother to talk nonsense with Yue Ming.

At this time, Elder Wudang on the side stepped forward and said: "Huh, you have sharp teeth and a sharp mouth. It's useless to talk more. Let's see the truth under your hands!"

After saying that, he walked to an open space outside the embassy, ​​and Jiang Ziya followed closely behind.

Soon the two of them released their momentum again. Wudang, who was in the golden elixir realm with real strength, was looking disdainfully at Jiang Ziya with a raging fighting spirit. Jiang Ziya had a natural expression on his body. This meant that Wudang's momentum had nowhere to stay.

Suddenly, Wudang moved, and a group of envoys who were watching felt their eyes blurred. Wudang jumped in front of Jiang Ziya, and with a kick of his feet, he walked straight towards Jiang Ziya like a tiger out of its cage, and wrapped his hands around Jiang Ziya for a while. Aura, the speed is staggering.

Lin Yang, who was watching from the sidelines, couldn't help but sweat for Jiang Ziya as he looked at the audience.

Jiang Ziya, on the other hand, stretched out his hand slowly and made a few strokes into the void, and a barrier condensed in front of him.

when!

After a collision, Wudang looked up at Jiang Ziya, who was calm and calm. A murderous intent flashed in his eyes. He did not expect that the white-haired old man in front of him was actually a master of formations. Then he gathered his spiritual power and attacked again. Knowing that the defense of the formation consumes more spiritual energy than the attack, he wanted to see how much spiritual energy Jiang Ziya had to summon the formation. After saying that, he got up and stepped forward again.