Chapter 434: Dao Lang

Daolang looked at Shangguan Zhe's expression, and when he saw the chair that was broken by Shangguan Zhe, he understood, it turned out that the rumors were true, was this night owl as rumored?

He Daolang wanted to see it.

At this time, Shangguan Zhe was still angry, and he didn't want to touch his head.

Daolang immediately flashed out and closed the door.

What kind of talent is this night owl, but it is just an eightfold cultivation of the Qi Martial Realm, and he can actually confront Shangguan Zhe, you must know that Shangguan Zhe is the first in the inner disciple ranking, and the Lingwu Realm is a triple cultivation.

He Dao Lang wanted to see if the night owl was as powerful as rumored.

……

At this time, the night owls were excited, and they drank very coolly, this was the first time that the night owls had drunk since they arrived in the fairy continent, and the first time they were so relaxed and comfortable.

It feels very refreshing.

Lu Xiangsi is the same, it is the first time after the destruction of the Seven Xuanmen Sect, she feels a little more comfortable, since this period of time, the hatred on her body has almost overwhelmed her, and at this moment, she is in a happy mood to put down the hatred at the time.

Faye Wong is the same, since stepping into Qingyun Sect, she feels that her life has changed.

is no longer living a begging life, stepping into the world of cultivating immortals, her life will change a lot.

At this time, she is very looking forward to the future, and at the same time she is also very confused.

Although cultivating immortals can enhance lifespan, when you really step into the world of cultivating immortals, human life seems to be very worthless, and if you lose a battle, there is only one way to die.

Therefore, only strength is the most secure thing.

"Haha, it's a great blessing in life to be able to know you in Qingyun Sect, drink." The bull drank very happily.

"Drink."

Several people shouted at the same time, really drank the wine in their hands, and with a bang, the door was pushed open.

Several people's eyes narrowed at the same time, and they turned their heads to look out the door.

There was a burly man standing outside the door, holding a long knife in his hand, and just standing there could give people a feeling of oppression.

Dao Lang, who was standing at the door, slowly raised his head and looked into the room, and suddenly, a strong artistic conception of the knife bloomed out, extremely sharp, domineering, stinging the eyes of several people, just this gaze, it was like a wisp of knife, which could hurt people and stab everything.

Dao Lang's eyes swept over several people and landed on the night owl, feeling the domineering and sharp knife eyes, the night owl's body trembled slightly.

There is also a sharp intention to pounce, incomparably sharp, as if to pierce everything.

This is the artistic conception of the sword, the eyes of the sword.

Daolang's gaze stayed on the night owl, and the eyes of the two met in the air, the sword intent and the sword intent collided in the air, and an invisible sharp aura only permeated the air.

Several people in the room trembled slightly, and their eyes were shocked.

"What a domineering sword intent, this person has comprehended the power of the knife, and it is very powerful."

The night owl secretly said in his heart, and his strength is at least the Spirit Martial Realm, which is much stronger than himself, even if he fights with all his strength, I am afraid that he will not be able to defeat it.

Although he was able to make a few moves with Shangguan Zhe, the night owl knew that it was because Shangguan Zhe was inferior to the enemy, and he could clearly feel that Shangguan Zhe was much stronger than himself.

"You're a night owl." Dao Lang retracted his domineering sword intent and said coldly, with a hint of disdain in his tone, even if this person realized that he loved the sword power, it was just an eightfold cultivation of the Qi Martial Realm, and he was too far from himself.

And his own sword is more domineering than his sword.

He wanted to see if the sword and the sword were stronger.

"Exactly, something?" The night owl also retracted the sword intent in his gaze and responded lightly.

Daolang hooked his lips, looked at the night owl and said lightly: "I heard that today in Sunset Peak, you killed Zhang Yang, and you have the ability to compete with Guan Zhe, I want to learn how powerful you are." ”

The corners of the night owl's lips curled, and he knew that he might not be his match at all.

"He is a Dao Lang, the second cultivation of the Lingwu Realm, the inner disciples are ranked in the top twenty, he has mastered the sword momentum, he is very powerful, even if he is the disciple before him, he does not dare to compete with him." The brute bull looked at the night owl Daolang and said in a low voice.

The night owl saw Daolang's eyes narrowed slightly, this person is coming to him now, is he simply trying to understand or is he uneasy and kind?

"How to comprehend, is it a battle of life and death?" The night owl looked directly at Daolang and said.

"Hmph, you don't deserve to fight with me to the death, it's only natural to win you, but it's just a matter of cultivating the Qi Martial Realm Eightfold." There was a hint of sarcasm in Daolang's tone.

This night owl, the eightfold cultivation of the Qi Martial Realm, fights with him to the death, others will say that he is a Daolang bullying the night owl, of course he will not agree.

Listening to Dao Lang's words, the night owl frowned and said, "Then what do you want." ”

"Haha, I want to see what kind of strength the famous night owl has." Dao Lang laughed and said, with a look that he didn't put the night owl in his eyes at all.

The night owl looked at Dao Lang's contemptuous eyes, and felt very unhappy, and said with a hint of perseverance in his eyes: "Okay, I will challenge you in three months." ”

Trimester?

They are so different in the realm, do they want to challenge themselves in just three months? Funny.

Daolang's eyes narrowed, this guy is really extraordinary, but he is a little too arrogant, and if he wants to challenge me in three months, it is simply a fool's dream.

"Okay, then give you three months, I hope you can surprise you." Daolang looked at the night owl and said loudly.

He wanted to see how the night stalker would defeat him three months later.

Guy who doesn't think he's going to be able to do anything.

Daolang said, turned around and left directly, very arrogant.

After Daolang left, the brute bull said anxiously: "Brother Xiao, Daolang is a double cultivator in the Lingwu Realm, you are so different in the realm, and Daolang is good at using knives, extremely domineering, even if it is the person who shoots in front of him, he doesn't dare to fight with him, why are you so impulsive." ”

The night owl looked at the wild cow and said lightly: "What are you worried about, isn't there still three months left, come, continue to drink." ”

Looking at the night owl's breezy expression, the brute bull couldn't cry or laugh.

This guy, where does he get his confidence?

Only the night owl himself knows that Daolang and the initiative have come to the door, and there will be a battle between them, and he does this by himself to win a little time and improve his strength.

The night owl is now walking in Qingyun Mountain, and under normal circumstances, he does not dare to be presumptuous in front of the night owl, after all, the current night snack is a well-known figure in the Qingyun Sect.

The night owl will also collect the domineering divine sword and condensing skills that he selected in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion last time, and by the way, he is selecting a few other martial arts.

There is a rule in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion that in order not to delay the cultivation of other disciples, it must be returned within a month.

There were no people in and out of the Zangjing Pavilion, it was extremely lively, and the night owl walked to the door, ready to go in, but was bumped by a person who came out of it.

(End of chapter)