Since Chen Qiang entered the secret realm, there have only been so few people he has encountered, two of whom have been eliminated, one is Lang Ming, and the other is a woman known as 'Fu Fairy'.

"Is it Langming, or is it the woman?"

Lang Ming and Fu Zhihui, he was more inclined to do it by that woman. After all, before entering the secret realm, the woman had spoken to him, and judging from those words, there might have been some disagreement between them.

However, he did not completely rule out Lang Ming, who did it, he observed it for a while, and there will inevitably be a conclusion.

The plan in his heart has been decided, Chen Qiang adjusted his facial muscles, his appearance changed for a while, and after a while, he became a different appearance, with big copper bell eyes, lion nose and wide mouth, and his appearance is very distinctive, belonging to the type that is unforgettable at first sight.

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"Stop coming, during the alliance, it is forbidden to enter!"

This Yuwang army deserves to have the word 'army', has set up a camp tent, surrounded by fences, the entrance and exit gates are guarded by disciples, a team composed of five disciples, constantly shuttling and patrolling outside the camp tent, these disciples are really like that, standing like a pine, walking like the wind, only a helmet and armor.

"A certain Wen Chou, I came to join Yu Wangjun, why did you stop me?"

While observing the situation in the camp, Chen Qiang learned the rhetoric of the opera, and the sound was like a bell that shook people's eardrums.

"We know you're here to defect, otherwise you thought you would be so polite to you?"

The children guarding the gate looked Chen Qiang up and down, wondering in their hearts, and they didn't know when they got into such a superb product in Xingluo Academy?

"Oh, you dare to despise a certain family, watch and fight!"

Chen Qiang said, unceremoniously, punched and hit, with his current strength, where are the two who are just ordinary disciples who are opponents, just two punches knocked the two people to the ground, one covered his nose and howled, and the other held his stomach and kept rolling.

He wanted to go in and find out the initiator, so he stayed strong and didn't send the two back to the Secret Realm Hall.

"Where did the savages come from, dare to come to the Yuwang Army to make trouble?"

There were three teams of disciples on patrol, a total of fifteen people, all of whom were martial cultivators in the late stage of foundation building, and when they saw the situation in front of the door, they all surrounded them.

"A certain Wen Chou, not a savage, let me say it again, I joined the Yuwang Army, and you have to stop me?"

Chen Qiang's eyes widened angrily, his already big eyes were even more vicious, and with that respectful look, he really had a bit of a breathtaking momentum.

"Don't quibble, listen to you guy, you know if it's a wild man, or the kind of wild man who comes out of the horns!"

Fifteen people surrounded Chen Qiang, acting quite calm and relaxed, in fact, they were all a little stunned, just now Chen Qiang knocked down two people with two punches, they all saw it, they asked themselves that they were not stronger than those two, I am afraid they can't stop the vicious fist.

"What are you talking nonsense with him? Let's get on it together and get him out!"

There are also those who have a violent temper and can't help but be eager to try, but they don't dare to take the lead in the end.

"Fight or not, what are you doing around a certain house?"

Chen Qiang shouted, he moved his hands first, this time he was not as polite as before, fifteen people were sent back to the secret realm hall by him, and the remaining seven were also hung by everyone, the light ones were only flesh wounds, heavy bones and tendons were broken, there was no good elixir, the first competition, don't think about recovering combat strength.

In the wailing of one place, Chen Qiang picked up twenty-six number plates in a roundabout way, and seven people contributed twenty-six number plates, plus the four he originally owned, which was more than two-thirds away from the 100 mark.

The movement outside quickly alarmed the people inside, Qin Chengyu took the lead, and Lang Ming followed. Fu Zhihui and Yao Fang stood together, innocently arms crossed, and the three of them stood in front of the big tent, neither moving.

Tong Zhen, the person in charge of the 'Heavenly Sword'. Yao Fang, the person in charge of the 'Drifting Snow League'. These two people came to the 'Uwang Army' to discuss countermeasures and formulate rules in the secret territory.

Qin Chengyu had already sensed the situation outside the tent, and now he saw it with his own eyes, his expression was as calm as water, without a trace of change, making people unable to see his emotions.

"Brother Qin, I'll try that person's catties. ”

Lang Ming followed Qin Chengyu, and was called 'His Highness' at first, but was later corrected by Qin Chengyu and renamed 'Brother Qin'.

Qin Chengyu looked at the 'Wen Chou' played by Chen Qiang, his eyes were full of majesty, and after a while, he nodded at Lang Ming faintly.

"You little white face, but you also have to do something with someone?"

Chen Qiang saw Lang Ming, who was gradually approaching, and asked. Since he wants to play a rough idiot, he naturally has a beginning and an end, and tries to play something like him.

"Little white face?"

The corners of Lang Ming's mouth twitched slightly, although his appearance is not bad, but it is not to the point of a little white face, his appearance is cheerful with sunshine, he belongs to a more masculine type, and the little white face is not related at all, okay?

"This is really ugly...... Masculine!"

He looked up at the 'Wen Chou' in front of him again, and his heart was relieved, as if most people could be called little white faces compared to the Wen Chou in front of him.

"I'm used to using a sword, does this brother have a blade? If not, I'll change the standard sword to fight with my brother. ”

A long sword spirit soldier suddenly appeared in Lang Ming's hand, the spirit soldier long sword was full of cold light, and the brilliance was restrained, and at a glance, he knew that the grade was not low, at least it was also in the ground grade.

He showed his blade in advance, and made it clear that he didn't want to take advantage of weapons.

"Not necessarily!"

Chen Qiang also showed his Purple Cloud Knife, with the sword in his hand, his momentum changed suddenly, from a reckless rough man, to a peerless swordsman in an instant, the knife aura was compelling, and the edge was exposed.

Since his debut, the opponents he has met are either too strong or too weak, and he has never met an opponent of equal strength, and this Lang Ming is full of blood and energy, and the spirit weapon sword in his hand is uncertain, which makes him cautious and full of expectations.

The secret realm was desolate, the earth was dry, and the cracked land was shattered one after another under the confrontation between the two of them, turning into smoke and dust.

Chen Qiang's eyes were indifferent, but there was a wisp of flame hidden in the depths of his pupils, its shape and momentum were just like the Burning Heaven Sword Technique, and behind the unpretentious moves, there was the potential of Burning the Sky.

The long sword in Lang Ming's hand bloomed, and the brightness in his eyes was also amazing, the person was like his sword, and the sword was like his person, this was a martial artist who comprehended the sword intent.

The sword has sword intent, the sword has sword intent, and any martial cultivator who can touch this field is not ordinary!

"Kill!"

Chen Qiang shouted violently, changing his habit of not saying a word in the past, the knife move 'Agni', the Ziyun battle knife force slashed out, and the knife intent 'burned the body' entangled, moving forward, slashing down with an unstoppable momentum.

The disciples who watched the battle earlier had already withdrawn from a long distance, and now they were affected by the sword intent', and they felt the sharp blade scraping their bones, like a man's back.

Cold sweat trickled down and shuddered!