Godly Dragon Guard

"You don't want to embarrass me, just stop talking!" Feng Yaotian sent a voice transmission towards Feng Qingyue extremely coldly.

Feng Qingyue shivered with fright: "I know... I know."

Seeing this scene, the monks in the hall were confused.

Feng Yaotian was so angry, Shen Lang, Wang Bagaozi, had done an extremely excessive thing, but he couldn't say it, and his heart was frustrated to the extreme.

"Everyone, this is the man who stole the treasure of our saint, Hunyuan's armor. Such a bad monk is not worthy to participate in the birthday banquet of Empress Hongfeng!" Feng Yaotian pointed at Shen Lang and shouted angrily.

Fu'er's beautiful eyes lit up. She gave Shen Lang a sachet before, and a note was left in the sachet, telling Shen Lang Hunyuan Jiayi was in the hands of the saint of Fenggui tribe.

Unexpectedly, Shen Lang got the Hunyuan armor so quickly, this man is too powerful!

Fu'er admired Shen Lang in her heart. She coughed lightly and said, "Young Master Feng, you have to tell evidence in everything. Do you have evidence that Hun Yuan Jiayi is on Young Master Shen Lang?"

Feng Yaotian pointed at Shen Lang angrily, and sternly shouted: "Take off this kid's shirt and you will see at a glance, it will naturally reveal the original shape of Hunyuan's armor!"

The cultivators in the hall turned their eyes to Shen Lang.

"The show has begun."

God blessed him with a smile and put on a posture of watching a play.

Leng Wufang showed a hint of sarcasm, and wanted to see how Shen Lang would end up.

Shen Lang walked out of his seat without rush, and said coldly: "Yes, I do have a Hunyuan armor suit, but what evidence do you have to prove that this Hunyuan armor suit belongs to your Fenggui clan?"

Feng Yaotian’s face was blue, and he shouted violently: "I still need evidence? My dignified young master of the Fenggui clan will frame you as a junior? The monks in the mainland of Kyushu know that Hunyuan armor is the treasure of the Fenggui clan, you are me Is it an idiot!"

"Haha, your Fenggui clan is so capable, don't tell me Hunyuan armor is refined by your Fenggui clan."

Shen Lang chuckled.

Although the Hunyuan Magic Treasure is not comparable to the Heavenly Spirit Treasure, it is also a treasure left over from ancient times. This refining process has long been lost. Nowadays, there is no monk who can refine the Hunyuan Magic Treasure in the Three Realms.

Feng Yaotian shouted angrily: "Don't play tricks on me. You steal my clan Hunyuan armor clothing is a certainty, you can't escape! Hunyuan armor clothing is handed over to me!"

Seeing that the situation is not good, Fu'er said coldly, "Young Master Feng, today is my mother's birthday banquet. The hall is full of guests. Is it possible that you want to use force here?"

Although Feng Yaotian knew that his actions were indeed rude, but he was really angry. He couldn't just watch Shen Lang, Wang Ba Laozi standing on his head and shit.

"Sorry Miss Fuer, this Hunyuan armor is an important treasure of our Fenggui tribe and must be retrieved! Shen Lang, this young master will give you a face for the time being. As long as you hand over the Hunyuan armor, you will be arrested. You don't need to pursue this matter!" Feng Yaotian suppressed the anger in his heart, saying that he wanted to get back a little dignity.

"Want me to confuse Yuan Kaiyi? Hahaha, there is no door! You Fenggui clan harmed me first, and now you still expect me to apologize to you? Young Master Feng, you are really looking for softness."

Shen Lang retorted with a smile.

He didn't want to take away Fenggui Clan's Hunyuan armor, mainly because that Feng Qingyue tried to harm herself and annoyed Shen Lang.

Shen Lang had already restrained his anger very much, otherwise he would have killed Feng Qingyue at that time to avoid future troubles.

"Smuggle, you are looking for death!"

Feng Yaotian's forehead was violent, and he couldn't help it anymore and wanted to do it.

At this moment, a quiet wind blew into the hall.

On the gilt white jade chair directly above the hall, a beautiful woman was suddenly sitting.

The beautiful woman is dressed in a red dress, her facial features are extremely delicate, and her body is perfect, like a ripe peach. The temperament is very special. It not only gives people a kind of honor like a nine-day fairy, but also gives people a cold and seductive, like the shock of a purgatory witch.

"Emperor Red Maple!"

Exclamation came from the hall.

"I have seen the Empress Hongfeng!"

Immediately after that, the monks saluted the Empress Hongfeng on the main seat.

Shen Lang also respectfully saluted the Empress Hongfeng.

"Free gift."

Empress Hongfeng's red dress was floating, her beautiful eyes staring at Shen Lang and Feng Yaotian, her face calmly said: "Since you two juniors want to fight, I will give you a chance to go outside the hall."

Before Shen Lang could speak, Feng Yaotian with flushed eyes looked madly: "Thank you, the empress! Kid, hurry up and compete with this young master outside the hall."

Shen Lang was originally afraid of disturbing Empress Yaxing, but seeing that Empress Hongfeng said so, he had to say: "The younger generation is really rude, disturbing Empress Yaxing."

As soon as the voice fell, Shen Lang followed Feng Yaotian out of the hall.

Feng Qingyue sat silently on the seat in the hall, watching the changes.

There was a commotion in the hall, and a good birthday banquet was stirred up by a duel.

A faint flash of color flashed through Fu'er's beautiful eyes. She did not feel that the queen was angry, as if the queen was also concerned about Shen Lang.

After Shen Lang and Feng Yaotian left the hall, they immediately flew high to prevent the aftermath of the fierce fighting from spreading to the Meilingzu Hall.

The monks in the main hall released their spiritual knowledge and watched the duel between the two with great interest.

Above the Meiling Race, Shen Lang and Feng Yaotian stood aside each, their swords drawn.

"Boy, since it's a duel, this young master said the ugly things ahead. If you were killed by me in the duel, don't blame this young master for being cruel!" Feng Yaotian roared with a gloomy expression.

"This is natural. Young Master Feng, since it's a duel, let's place a good bet. If I win, you can't hold the Hunyuan Jiayi time. If I lose, leave it to you, what do you think?" Shen Lang said with expressionless expression.

"Huh, good! Let me add one more sentence, if you lose, you will die!"

As soon as the voice fell, Feng Yaotian turned into a body, the king of wind ghosts.

"Roar!!!"

A huge humanoid ghost with a body length of 10,000 meters covered the sky and covered the sun, with a black hurricane blowing out its mouth.

Feng Yaotian's shot is the strongest natal supernatural power, Void Storm!

Under the eyes of everyone, he is bound to defeat Shen Lang with the most fierce means, so as to demonstrate the prestige of the young master of the Fenggui clan.

The black hurricane contained the ultimate destruction, and the space where it passed was shattered and swept towards Shen Lang.

The monk who saw this scene in the main hall couldn't help but change his face. The young master of the Wind Ghost Tribe really wanted to put the monk to death in the early stage of the fit.

The opponent is just a monk at the beginning of the fit, how can he resist it? Almost all the monks thought that Shen Lang would die in the next moment, but the young master of the Nine Provinces did not think so.

They know Shen Lang's combat power, and now this ruthless man has assembled five more wearable magic weapons. It is hard to say who wins and loses.

Seeing the violent void storm hit, Shen Lang did not dare to neglect.

"Nine You Sword Formation!"

With a violent shout, Shen Lang sacrificed the Nine Stars of the Heavenly Sword, using the Nine Nether Sword Array to its extreme.

"Shoo!"

The nine-handled flying sword turned into countless sword shadows, completely shredded the surrounding space, forming a star-colored sword shadow space.

The sword shadow space was like a tornado, rushing towards the oncoming void storm.