"Drink!"

Zhou Xuefeng let out an angry shout, because his hands were too hard, and the green tendons on his arms suddenly burst out.

But the sword in the stone still didn't move.

Zhou Xuefeng continued to sweat profusely on his forehead, and hundreds of people at the scene all watched this scene with wide eyes.

For Yanshan Zhou Xuefeng, they have heard of this kid's fame somewhat.

I heard that when Nangong Ning, a genius in the capital, was in the golden rank, this kid had already stepped into the platinum rank.

I haven't seen you for a few years, but now I'm afraid that in the Martial Arts Association, there is already a place for diamonds.

Even a genius like him can't pull out the peerless divine sword of the Famous Sword Villa, doesn't that mean that this sword is precious?

At this time, Zhou Xuefeng's black hair was dancing wildly, and he had a temperament that looked down on the world.

Almost everyone can see that this kid has the strength of diamonds.

"Buzz!"

The sword in the stone suddenly shook a few times on the stone stele, Zhou Xuefeng shook the hilt violently, and the giant sword suddenly began to shake continuously.

"Strong, Brother Feng."

"It's going to be pulled out!"

"it, fight the horse, 666." Xie Lang looked down and clapped wildly.

……

Suddenly, the guests who came to Zhuang Bifan to celebrate, as well as the sons of the major families, all looked straight at their eyes.

Even Zhuang Bifan and his grandfather widened their eyes and focused all their attention on Zhou Xuefeng, for fear that this kid would take away the treasure of his own town.

"Give it to me!" Zhou Xuefeng glanced coldly at Xie Lang on the ground, didn't talk nonsense, and suddenly pulled his hands hard again.

The next moment, the power of the martial soul on Zhou Xuefeng's body flowed.

However......

In fact?

In the face of absolute strength, all bells and whistles are useless.

Let the power of the martial soul on Zhou Xuefeng's body stir, let his black hair dance wildly, but it still can't change the fact that he can't pull out the sword in the stone!

Everyone stared at this scene in a daze, stupid, completely stupid.

They didn't seem to expect that even a genius like Zhou Xuefeng would not be able to pull out the sword in the stone.

Isn't that weird?

Even if it was mixed with concrete reinforcement, this could not have happened, right?

A warrior who has reached the diamond rank has the strength to fly a tank with one punch.

You have a hundred-year-old broken stone, no matter how thick the hardness is, can it be thicker than the tank skin?

Zhuang Hongtian, that is, Zhuang Bifan's grandfather, finally breathed a sigh of relief, and his nervous mood was instantly relieved.

It is precisely because the sword in the stone is the treasure of their family's town, so every year many warriors come to their house to draw their swords, so that their village is full of brilliance, so that many families across the country know the famous sword villa of the Beijing family.

If it is so easy for people to pull it out, where will their dealer's face go? Who else will come to their dealer in the future?

"Hey, it's rubbish, such an arrogant appearance, and the result is only three seconds handsome, and Lao Tzu also said that you can pull out the sword in the stone, phew." Xie Lang couldn't help but complain below.

It just so happened that the scene was very quiet at this time, and Xie Lang was standing under the sword in the stone again, and everyone heard his cursing.

Everyone in the audience was immediately stunned.

I'll go, where is this brother Lang who wears flip-flops?

So dragging?

Originally, everyone thought that this kid was a family and dressed up in a silk sling, but he must have deliberately dressed it like this, just to show that he was different.

As a result, when I heard his scolding again, it turned out to be a vulgar person!

"Does anyone know who this guy is? Zhou Xuefeng was drawing his sword, and he was unruly speechless. ”

"It seems to be Zhuang Bifan's friends, I just saw them come out of the cultivation room together."

"Even if you're a friend, you can't be so crazy, right? It's like he's very strong, he's a strong mouth, why don't you let him go up and try it? ”

"That's it, Zhou Xuefeng can at least make the sword shake, I think this kid even has a problem with how to get on the sword in the stone."

Many people at the scene described Xie Lang as a strong mouth king, and ridiculed without exception what you do, you do it, and so on.

Xie Lang raised his eyebrows, took a big step forward with flip-flops, and said, "Although I may not be able to pull out the sword, as an audience, it will not affect me at all!" ”

When everyone heard this, they were immediately unhappy again, and followed several young people to shout at Xie Lang and say:

"Hehehe, you think you have the ability, go up and draw your sword, what are you doing here."

"Come on, this kid can pull out the sword, I'll shit upside down, pull and eat while pulling!"

"You also look down on people too much, so you like to slap people in the face like this? Hehe, it's me TM who eats, and I have to cut and hang it live. ”

"One to me in the giao, one giao into three giao, ten thousand giao in unison, little brother, go up and draw the sword, I support you!"

Xie Lang's face was suddenly full of disdain, and in the face of everyone's ridicule, he said: "There are thousands of ways to pretend to be forced, the first low-key one, the slap in the face is unsuccessful, be careful of the two lines of tears of your relatives!" ”

"You...... What do you mean by that? ”

Although there was a guy at the scene who didn't quite understand what Xie Lang was talking about, according to the literal understanding, it seemed that this kid was saying that he was pretending.

"You say I can't pull out a sword, forget it, and you still say that I'm a king with a strong mouth? Do you want to take my thunder hand Wen Tailang in your eyes, okay, I decided to play with you today and blind the dog eyes of your group! ”

THEN, XIE LANG THREW OFF FLIP-FLOPS AND POSED FOR A RATHER STYLISH POSE.

Just when everyone was thinking about what kind of shape he would take to go to the sword in the stone, they only heard Xie Lang speak again:

"But before drawing my sword, who is going to help me get a ladder for me to climb up?"

"Take ...... Take a ladder?? Damn, you trash, won't you do light work? ”

"Hehehe, the people who came to draw the sword were all masters of their own light work, this kid actually asked people to move a ladder for him to climb up, I have never seen such a brazen person!"

"It's really blinding my dog's eyes. Lang Ge 666. When Zhou Ping saw this scene, he couldn't cry or laugh.

Brother Zhou Ping was suddenly caught off guard by Xie Lang's disability to play cards.

Seeing this, Zhuang Bifan immediately asked Xie Lang to prepare a ladder more than four meters high, and also instructed several servants to stabilize the ladder for Xie Lang so that he could climb it safely.

"Damn, Zhuang Bifan, you want to die, knowing that Brother Lang can't pull it out, you still let people move ladders for Brother Lang, you can't let Brother Lang get off the stage."

"It's over, it's a big mess!"

Luo Qili covered her eyes, and at this moment, she couldn't wait to find a hole to drill into.

As for Shen Wanwan on the sword in the stone, those curious beautiful eyes kept staring at Xie Lang, as if she was looking forward to Xie Lang coming up and drawing the sword.

Xie Lang was also forced to be helpless, originally he lied to Shen Wanwan, saying that he couldn't pull it out, he wanted to use the identity of the ghost knife to draw the sword next time.

But at this moment, being supported by many people, he can't get off the stage, so he has to bite the bullet!