Li Yingdong said: "Don't dare, don't dare!" ”

Tang Xiaolan saw that the two could talk, smiled slightly, and said: "This is not a place for communication, it's not too late to wait for the people in white to talk slowly after the decisive battle!" ”

Liu Qingyao blushed and said, "Master Tang, why are you making such a joke." ”

My heart kept beating, and I secretly scolded myself for not being angry.

Li Yingdong was even more fascinated when he saw Liu Qingyao's little daughter's posture, he was now less and less immune to women, but this was definitely not a place to talk, so he hurriedly changed the topic and said, "I don't know when the man in white will come?" ”

Originally, he just wanted to change the topic, but Liu Qingyao thought that he was going to end the competition quickly so that he could chat with him, and his heart trembled and he was overjoyed.

You must know that at this moment, Li Yingdong's internal strength essence is simply unprecedented, ancient and modern, and under his cultivation, the "Dao Heart Demon Dafa" has become a peerless figure in the world, and it is definitely not comparable to any martial arts master, unless it is a god, a demon or something. The deeper his skills, the greater the power of the demon seed, although Liu Qingyao's martial arts, just standing in front of him, he was already thinking about it.

Most of the heroes in Liang Yusheng's novels are some Confucian types, who are kind and pay attention to morality, but the disadvantage is that they are too conformist and take the rules too seriously, so that many major events cannot be displayed and are not free and easy enough. Although Li Yingdong respects their personalities, he doesn't like their personalities very much. Tang Xiaolan is a person who is not afraid of danger, not to mention that although he is not completely sure at the moment, at least he has won the face, and his expression naturally does not show the slightest danger in his expression.

There are more and more martial arts people, but the people of the Tianshan Sect are always worried about the battle between Tang Xiaolan and the man in white, because if he is not a particularly famous person, he will not be qualified to see Tang Xiaolan.

About half an hour later, suddenly, everyone was in an uproar, shouting: "Here, the man in white is here." ”

"Master Tang will win!"

"Go back to your island, the Central Plains is not a place for you to scatter wild."

It's just that the man in white is too powerful, although he shouts so much, no one dares to rush forward.

As soon as the man in white arrived, someone immediately got out of the way.

Through the road, you can clearly see the man in white. The man in white held a long sword in his hand, and the white clothes were fluttering, and there was nothing else.

The man in white was very light, and he didn't see how he moved, and the people who were staring at him just felt that he was walking step by step, but after a little attention, they found that he had already reached a long distance.

Li Yingdong's internal strength and light skills are far above the man in white, so he doesn't think how powerful the man in white is, while everyone else, including Tang Xiaolan and Liu Qingyan, feel extremely shocked.

The man in white came to Tang Xiaolan, but his eyes suddenly turned to Li Yingdong beside him, and suddenly the essence was bright, and he said lightly: "This is Li Yingdong, the leader of the Changle Gang?" ”

He speaks Chinese very well, and he doesn't have the slightest feeling of speaking a foreign language, and when he sees that he looks like a native of the Central Plains, his voice is also the same, and the standard official language begins to suspect that he is not a foreigner.

Li Yingdong arched his hand and said: "It's exactly below!" ”

The man in white looked at him coldly, and said indifferently: "Since this is the case, then there is no need for me to duel with Tang Xiaolan, Li Yingdong, I can directly challenge you this time." ”

As soon as this remark came out, it can be said that it shocked the audience.

Although Li Yingdong was stunned, Tang Xiaolan was also puzzled, and asked, "Why is this, is Your Excellency confident that you can defeat me?" ”

The man in white shook his head and said, "This is not the case. Although I am confident, I am not completely sure. It's just that I'm more interested in Lee Young-dong now. ”

Although Li Yingdong is introverted, the "Demon Dafa in the Dao Heart" can invisibly make peerless masters feel the incomparably powerful existence. The man in white has extremely high martial arts, and he already felt it as soon as he arrived at his side, and he directly challenged him.

It's just that there are very few people who can feel Li Yingdong's strength, so they are all extremely surprised. In their eyes, Li Yingdong is powerful, but how can he compare with Tang Xiaolan? For a moment, the shouting became louder.

"Hehe, if you can't beat Master Tang, you deliberately challenge Gang Leader Li, it's extremely shameless!"

"Hmph, although Gang Leader Li is not as good as Master Tang, it is more than enough to deal with you."

"You just challenge me Zhang San, it's too embarrassing to change the enemy temporarily."

Martial arts is like this, happy to move but not quiet. If the martial arts have been quiet, then the martial arts will not be called martial arts. It is precisely because of the turmoil that it can really be called martial arts. If a martial arts person is quiet for several years, he will definitely not be able to stand it, there are no big things, and there are always a few small things.

And these ordinary martial arts people just happened to develop this kind of temperament, and they like to make noise.

The man in white was expressionless about this, still looking at Li Yingdong coldly, waiting for his response.

Invite Yue suddenly said: "I came to fight you!" Do you dare or not? ”

As he spoke, he took two steps.

The man in white suddenly shook his eyes and said, "The Central Plains is really full of masters, and I will accept the challenge below." ”

Liu Qingyao was shocked and said, "This ...... Isn't that right......"

Li Yingdong naturally wouldn't let Ying Yue make a move, and said with a smile: "Slow, I'll come." ”

Invite Yue said: "This ...... I'll do it first......"

Li Yingdong said: "The man in white has superb swordsmanship, and if you are not careful, you will die, no, I will come first." ”

Tang Xiaolan coughed and said, "It's better for Gang Leader Li to come first, at worst, he still has the 'Xiao Li Flying Knife'." ”

Li Yingdong thought to himself: "The man in white is powerful, but I am not afraid, against him, I can be said to be a sure winner." It's really not as good as him, my Xiao Li Flying Knife, and the Six-Vein Divine Sword are not something he can deal with. ”

The man in white nodded and said, "Don't worry, come one by one." ”

For him, dying at the hands of a master can be said to be the biggest goal of his life.

Suddenly, a beautiful voice sounded, saying, "Man in white, I'll meet you." ”

The white light flashed, like a flood of autumn water, and everyone's eyes lit up, and they saw the man in white "Huh" and shouted: "Good come!" ”

For master challenges, the people in white have always been those who come.

Li Yingdong was extremely surprised, there were still people who were so brave to challenge the man in white, and his courage was commendable.

His eyes were astonishing, and from the shadow of the sword, he saw that the person was a woman, dressed in white, and the short sword was stabbed, which was very terrifying.

The man in white's sword flashed, erratic, and his body was wonderful, and the woman in white was greatly disappointed, fortunately, the man in white was still watching her sword path at this moment, and only used six layers of skill, otherwise as long as he made a killing move, the woman in white would be defeated. Li Yingdong secretly condensed his skills, looked at the two of them for a moment, and was ready to rush in to save people at any time.

The shadow of the sword flickered, dazzling eyes. In an instant, the two of them had already dismantled more than thirty moves. The white-clothed woman's swordsmanship became more and more powerful, almost leaking, but the white-clothed swordsman seemed to be the air of nothingness, allowing her sword light to run horizontally, still unscathed, appearing calm and natural, calm and unhurried. (To be continued.) )