Godly Dragon Guard

Shen Lang is very familiar with the name Situ Ling.

Before, Shen Lang learned a lot of news about Hanyue Continent through soul search, of course, including some character gossip.

Situ Ling is quite famous in the Hanyue Continent. It is said that this person is a high disciple of the real person of the Northern Sword Gate Heavenly Sword. Real people value it.

This person has a high-profile style and is competitive, so he is very famous.

It is worth mentioning that Situ Ling's Master Tianjian Zhenren was an extremely prestigious early stage cultivator of God Transformation in the North Jianmen, and was also one of the five great elders of the Yueyue League.

Shen Lang rolled his eyelids and immediately clasped his fists to compliment: "I have heard about Daoist Situ's name for a long time, and today I am lucky to see Shinai Sansheng. In Xia Shenlang, he is a monk from the Outland Continent. Turn to Baiyue League for help."

Seeing that the other party was so polite, Situ Ling's attitude slightly eased, and he smiled and asked, "What is it that can make Fellow Daoist a late-stage great monk?"

The great monks of Yuanying's later stage could almost walk sideways in Hanyue Continent. After all, there are only five monks in the transformation stage, and they can't get out of retreat all day, and they can't get offended if they want to cause trouble.

"It's a big deal. Can you find a quiet place? I will talk slowly with fellow Taoists." Shen Lang clasped his fist.

"Okay, fellow Taoists follow me to the main altar hall."

Situ Ling waved his sleeves and flew towards the purple-golden hall in the center of the main altar.

Shen Lang also turned into a retreat, followed closely.

The main altar hall of Baiyue League, the interior is magnificent and luxurious.

Situ Ling walked away the maid and the dancing girl, and the hall was empty, leaving him and Shen Lang alone.

"Okay, fellow Taoist can clarify the words." Situ Ling said proudly, sitting on the golden dragon chair in the middle of the hall.

Shen Lang didn't like Situ Ling's arrogant attitude, this guy seemed to look down on himself a bit.

Now that it happened, Shen Lang didn't bother to care about it, and directly told Situ Ling what happened.

Of course, Shen Lang was not so honest yet. He concealed and revised part of the truth to avoid disadvantages himself.

Shen Lang just said that when he happened to pass by the Northern Territory Demon Race, he was taken away by the Golden Flame Peacock and the Earth Angry Bear. The two demon cultivators forced him to help the Fengling Peacock soar.

In order to better attract the attention of the other party, Shen Lang did not conceal the affairs of the Nine-Colored Divine Stone, and deliberately described the capabilities of the Nine-Colored Divine Stone.

As for the tragic death of the Fengling Peacock, Shen Lang said that he wanted to die with the Fengling Peacock in the end, and rushed to the Fengling Peacock who had crossed the thunder tribulation, causing the thunder tribulation to expand and strengthen, and directly bombed the Fengling Peacock to death.

The other three tenth-tier big monsters were also seriously injured. But he was rescued by the Nine Colors of Light by accident, safe and sound.

"Nine-color divine light? There really is such a legendary divine light in the human world!"

Situ Ling immediately stood up from his seat, his eyes widened, and exclaimed.

"Shen is here for help, naturally there is no reason to deceive fellow Daoists."

Shen Lang clasped his fists, and then said in a deep voice, "That's what happened. Now the Wind Spirit Peacock of the Northern Territory Monster Race has died because of its failure to ascend, and the Golden Flame Peacock is leading a large number of demon cultivators to hunt down Shen. , I’m afraid I will come to Daqingshan very soon. Shen hopes to meet with the Great Elder of the God Transformation Period of Guimeng and explain the matter in detail."

Situ Ling thought about it for a while, and his expression was gloomy: "Family Daoist really has a good wishful thinking. The misfortunes you have caused come to impede our Moon Worship Alliance?"

Shen Lang gritted his teeth and said: "Sorry, Shen was really desperate, so he made the last move."

Situ Ling coldly snorted: "Falling Taoist Shen, the ugly words are in front of you. The Moon Worship Alliance has no obligation to protect you. If you want the Moon Worship Alliance to protect you, you must use your capital to protect you. Otherwise, a monk from the Outland Continent, Why do we worship the Moon League to protect you?"

Shen Lang was forced to say: "Shen still hopes to meet with the elder of the gods transformation stage of your alliance, or the master of Situ Taoist friend, I know some information, which may be of great use to those seniors."

"A joke, who is my master? Is it possible for you to see you in the barren land without a name?" Situ Ling said contemptuously.

Situ Ling had a high self-esteem and arrogant arrogance, and always looked down upon the humble background of casual cultivators. If what Shen Lang said was true, the trouble this kid had caused them to worship the Moon League was not small. According to Situ Ling's character, of course he would not show Shen Lang's face.

Shen Lang was a little bit angry, this guy was too arrogant and rude. In normal times, Shen Lang had already rushed to beat him, but he was in a bad situation right now, and he couldn't be impulsive.

"Then what does it mean to dare to ask fellow Daoists? What should Shen do to be qualified to talk with the cultivators of the gods of Guimenghua?" Shen Lang suppressed the anger in his heart and asked calmly.

"Okay! Since you are a smart person, it's much easier."

Situ Ling smiled, and said unabashedly: "You want to see my master and two other Daqingshan monks of the transformation stage. It's not impossible. But you can't put me as the altar master on the side. Fellow Daoists have to express. Right?"

Shen Lang narrowed his eyes and immediately understood what Situ Ling meant.

He resisted the unhappiness in his heart, and threw several large bags of small celestial stones from the storage ring, almost two hundred thousand in number.

"These two hundred thousand small celestial stones are given to fellow daoists, and I hope fellow daoist Situ will smile." Shen Lang gritted his teeth.

Situ Ling glanced at a few bags of small celestial stones, his face extremely disdainful: "Who is the owner of this altar, how can he lack small celestial stones? Just this little thing, you want me to laugh at it? Haha! You are also one at any rate. In the later period, the big monk took out this broken thing, wanting to mock the master of this altar? At least one or two fake prehistoric spirit treasures should be brought out!"

Shen Lang froze, even if Situ Ling looked down on people, he actually wanted to blackmail himself?

Opening your mouth is going to fake a prehistoric spirit treasure, really think he is a soft persimmon?

However, in this state, Shen Lang could only endure the anger in his heart, and took out the brass bowl from the storage ring, removing the imprint of spiritual consciousness.

This brass round bowl was the trophy Shen Lang got from Zhou Long. It was a purely defensive pseudo-precious spirit treasure with amazing capabilities and quite rare.

Shen Lang was left with only this pseudo-precious spirit treasure, and he was going to be blackmailed away by this Situ Ling, and he was really upset in his heart!

Unhappy and unhappy, Shen Lang still threw the brass bowl to Situ Ling, expressionlessly said: "This thing is a pure defensive pseudo-precious spirit treasure. It is extremely powerful. Can Taoists be satisfied?"

"Jin Yuan Bowl! Isn't this the treasure of Mochizuki Island Zhoulong? You actually have this thing!"

Situ Ling's eyes lighted up, and he took the round bowl thrown by Shen Lang, feeling very happy.

This Jin Yuan bowl is a pretty powerful defensive pseudo-precious spirit treasure. Situ Ling didn't expect Shen Lang to give him such a good thing, and he was overjoyed and felt that he had made a profit.