Demon Lord, he doesn't stop dropping his horse

The next day.

Just before dawn, Lan Liang opened his eyes, got up and took a serious shower.Lan Liang stepped out of the tub, wiped himself off, and walked to the bronze mirror, where his face was reflected.

He frowned, and the self in the mirror also frowned, and Lan Liang returned to his expressionless face: "This face has no deterrent effect at all, it would be better if it looks more fierce."

The early morning wind was still a bit chilly, they sneaked in through the small gap, Lan Liang shivered, and then sneezed several times.He quickly took the quilt to wrap himself up, and covered Mrs. Tang in his hands, only then did he feel warmer.

After dawdling for a long time, Lan Liang tried to wipe his wet hair with a dry cloth, but he became impatient halfway through, and directly used his spiritual power to dry his hair.

"Morning, junior brother, you got up very early today." Yi Gang hurried out from the other side of the screen, rubbed his eyes, and yawned slowly.Opening his eyes a little, seeing that the other person's hair was still loose, he took the wooden comb by himself: "Do you want me to comb your hair?"

Lan Liang was of course very happy to have someone comb his hair. He nodded in agreement: "Thank you, brother."

Lan Liang looked at the neatly combed hair, and sure enough, others combed it neater than his own. He glanced at the sundial outside, and there was not much time left.Tatsumi time is about to start the competition, and there is still time to rush there.

"Brother." Lan Liang urged him, "Hurry up."

"Here we come." Yi Gang hurriedly stuffed a bun into his mouth, and hurried out with his sword in hand.

When he arrived at the competition venue, what Lan Liang saw was a big arena, which could hold almost a hundred people if squeezed together, and seats surrounded the arena.

Lan Liang sat in one of the positions, closed his eyes and meditated.

"Hey, you have a big heart. You know you can't win, so you come here first and wait for me to kneel down and admit defeat?" A young man's voice came from above Lan Liang's head, accompanied by wild laughter.

Lan Liang rolled his eyes, but didn't open them, but gradually clenched the hand by his side.

The young man kicked the chair where Lan Liang was lying on, and the chair tilted to one side, and Lan Liang also fell off the chair and rolled halfway.Lan Liang lay on the ground for a while, then stood up and adjusted his clothes a little bit, raised his head and looked at the culprit who kicked his chair expressionlessly.

The young man on the opposite side has a handsome face, the kind that can be liked by a bunch of girls. He is half a head taller than Lan Liang, and he is looking down at Lan Liang.

Lan Liang looked into the young man's eyes: "What's your name?"

"Cut." The corner of the young man's mouth twitched, he snorted lightly, and glanced at Lan Liang disdainfully: "Why tell you?"

Lan Liang frowned, and made a fierce expression, hoping to scare the other party away.

The young man was taken aback for a moment, what is this for?He came here for the afternoon and not to see Lan Liang acting like a baby, this expression...

"Don't think I can let you down like this!" The young man took the lead to look away. Lan Liang thought he had intimidated the other party, and continued to stare at the young man with a ferocious expression.

Under his "deterrence", the young man blushed successfully and ran away.

Seeing the figure of the young man fleeing in embarrassment, Lan Liang restored his original expression and nodded with satisfaction. His ferocious appearance can still scare people away, and it seems that his power is not bad.

Soon it was Lan Liang's session.

He stepped onto the ring and watched a disciple of the Guiyi family talk about the rules of the competition.

"In the first match, Tuzishan Lanliang vs. Duankongshan Wenfeng. The rules of the match are that except for the prohibition of summoning spirit pets, there is no restriction on both sides carrying any weapons. Only when the opponent is knocked out of the ring can the winner be won. The winner will receive high-grade weapon gold Yu Zhen Tian Hammer!"

As soon as the prizes came out, everyone watching the game was shocked. Didn't Immortal Youhuan exhausted most of his life's energy to refine such a peerless weapon?It seems that Immortal You Huan attaches great importance to this competition, maybe he wants to select the best disciples from it.

What an honor it would be to be accepted under the sect of Immortal Youhuan!

Everyone started talking about the Golden Feather Shattering Hammer, chattering underground, completely forgetting about the competition on the stage, but a teacher who had been sitting on the seat just now stopped it: "Stop making noise, just calm down and watch the competition .”

The noisy crowd quieted down because of this sentence, and turned their attention to the ring.

Lan Liang looked at Wen Feng, without any movement, Wen Feng stared vigilantly at Lan Liang on the opposite side, carefully guarding against him: "Why don't you make any moves?"

Lan Liang touched his stomach and sat down on the spot: "I'm so hungry."

"What trick do you want to play?" Wen Feng still didn't let go of his vigilance against him, and his heart became more and more serious. Why Lan Liang was not nervous about the competition at all, and seemed very calm. Does he have any magic weapon?

Lan Liang ignored Wen Feng, took out a fruit from his small satchel, and chewed it.

Wen Feng: "..."

"You fool me!"

Lan Liang glanced at him inexplicably: "?"

After he finished eating, he stood up and clapped his hands, and threw the core towards Wen Feng. Wen Feng didn't expect Lan Liang to make a sudden attack, and he couldn't dodge and was hit right on the ground.Wen Feng held his forehead in pain: "Are you polite! How can you embarrass yourself with fruit stones?"

Lan Liang pointed at the referee: "He said, any weapon is fine."

The teacher at the seat watched this scene, frowned lightly, his eyes were full of contempt and disdain, and knocked on his staff: "Huh, you are rude."

Wen Feng looked at the fruit core without a trace of spiritual power on the ground, and suddenly became angry: "Are you looking down on me?"

Wen Feng summoned his weapon, the Nebula Crossbow, and shot an arrow at Lan Liang, who jumped into the air to escape the attack.Only then did Wen Feng realize that this kid was not as weak as he appeared on the surface, so he began to seriously prepare for this match.

Lan Liang watched Wen Feng circle around him for a long time, and suddenly asked, "Did you tell me to kneel down and call you ancestor?"

"So what?" Wen Feng was careful to guard against him, always paying attention to Lan Liang's every move.

Lan Liang made that fierce expression again, and walked towards Wen Feng step by step. Wen Feng was startled, and seeing Lan Liang's expression again, a blush quietly spread from the base of his ears to his face.

Wen Feng shook his head, no, don't be confused by this kid.He raised his eyes and looked across, where is he?

There was no one on the opposite side, as if he had evaporated from the world, Wen Feng felt a sense of weight on his shoulders, and Lan Liang moved closer to his ear: "Are you looking for me?"

Wen Feng was alert and wanted to turn around to attack, but found that his body went limp and he couldn't move.Someone kicked him at the crook of his leg, Wen Feng lost control of his legs and knelt down on the ground with a thump. Lan Liang sat on his back and said lazily, "It's called Zuzu."

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