After a little hesitation, he still sat down at the table.

In his senses, this young man actually seemed to be nothing, and his breath was ethereal, even when facing the Lord of the Drunken Immortal Tower, he had never had such a strange perception.

Shen Lang smiled: "You don't need to probe me. I have no ill will towards you—if you dare to come, you must have made your own decision, have you?"

Qianyongjiu nodded, "I'm Qianyongjiu of the Heartless Sword Sect." Is that you, waiting for the so-called destined person?"

"You're the one who broke out in the market, right?" Shen Lang's gaze swept across Qian Yongjiu's face, "It's been many years since I've seen such a strange person." ”

Qian Yongjiu frowned: "Peculiar?"

Shen Lang waved his hand and struck a ban. In an instant, Qian Yongjiu felt as if he was in a soundproof secret room, and the hustle and bustle in the city suddenly disappeared.

Even his divine sense could only probe the confines of the courtyard.

Shen Lang smiled: "Well, it's very peculiar. I'll give you a try. ”

Before he could react, he felt a storm-like power of divine consciousness crush him out of thin air!

Under the crushing of this pure divine sense, Qian Yongjiu actually felt that his sea of consciousness was trembling wildly, and the huge waves in the endless ocean were monstrous, as if echoing the storm of his divine consciousness.

Without even needing his divine mind to control, an unprecedented fluctuation of divine consciousness came out of his body, colliding with Shen Lang's divine consciousness in mid-air!

It was like two invisible beasts strangled in mid-air, and the flowers and bamboo forests in the courtyard swayed wildly, but they all fell to the ground in a moment.

Qian Yongjiu knew that Shen Lang's divine sense power was very strong, but he just felt that it was ...... It doesn't seem to be much taller than himself.

He even felt like he had the power to fight back.

So Qian Yongjiu smiled, "Then I'll try you too." ”

As soon as he opened his mouth to speak, Shen Lang's face suddenly turned startled.

This person can actually speak in the midst of a contest of divine consciousness? This is an extremely dangerous, pure battle of divine thoughts, if there is a mistake, I am afraid that it will directly destroy the soul!

Wait a minute...... Is this his sea of knowledge?

Shen Lang "saw" an endless silver ocean, and the phantom of dry nine was suspended above the ocean.

He saw the phantom raise his hand and swing a punch in the air!

In an instant, that Qian's divine consciousness with nine was crushed with ten times the strength!

Rumble!!!

There was an extremely loud roar in the air, and the stone table in front of the two of them exploded into a pile of powder!

Shen Lang waved his hand, and a sword-like light exploded in the center of the two, and their divine senses were divided into two.

"That's it, take it. Shen Lang said: "Brother God's strong divine sense. ”

The two of them took their own strength.

Qian Yongjiu also sighed: This person is so strong. No matter how he fought back, it was like facing an impregnable fortress, and he was helpless. It seems that he really just wants to test and has no intention of hurting himself.

Shen Lang continued: "Obviously, it is only a cultivation in the early stage of foundation building, but the strength of this divine sense is no less than the power of Jindan. I've never seen anything like you do this magically. ”

Qian Yongjiu shook his head, "I'm still not as good as you." ”

Shen Lang was stunned for a moment and asked, "Do you want to surpass me?" Do you know how many years I have cultivated, how many five hundred years I have survived, what kind of cultivation is it?"

"That's why I'm not as good as you. I can't perceive how high your cultivation is, I just sense your ethereal nothingness, and it feels very strange. ”

Tell the truth with nine.

Then Shen Lang laughed, and he gave a thumbs up: "Brother God, you can sense this, it has already crushed all the Jindan monks." To tell the truth, the foolish brother is the autopsy immortal of the three tribulations. ”

"What is the ...... of the Autopsy Immortal?"

When he asked this, he felt a little embarrassed.

Because he clearly saw a look of surprise, surprise, incomprehension, and disbelief on Shen Lang's body.

"It's a scattered immortal!" Shen Lang said, "You don't even know this??"

Qian Yongjiu scratched his head: "I don't know, I've only been cultivating for more than ten days, and no one has told me yet." ”

If Shen Lang hadn't cultivated for a long time, he would have lost his Dao heart.

Ten days?!

Are you kidding?!

He immediately grabbed Qianyongjiu's hand and touched it carefully, just when Qianyongjiu suspected that his motives were impure, Shen Lang sighed.

Sure enough, the bone phase was nineteen years old. You can't be someone who has been reincarnated by some great power, right?"

Shen Lang still couldn't believe it.

After cultivating for more than ten days, he not only built the foundation but also opened up the sea of knowledge, not only opened up the sea of knowledge, but the strength of his divine sense was enough to crush the golden pill.

This "destined person" is so fateful that Shen Lang can't believe it.

So, Shen Lang gave Qianyong Jiupu a description of what is called autopsy immortal and what is called three tribulation scattered immortals.

When Qian Yongjiu finally understood that the person in front of him was a super power that was almost comparable to that of a true immortal, his expression was also extremely exciting.

He didn't even want to count how many realms he was behind Shen Lang, anyway, one was the starting point and the other was at the end.

So...... What do you want to do with such a peak person?

is still a godbrother, shouldn't it be a pit?

Qian Yongjiu asked, "Dare to ask, what time is it?"

"Ugly. Shen Lang replied, "What are you asking for?"

But soon, Shen Lang's color changed: "Stop!!Don't count!"

Before his words landed, he saw a mouthful of blood sword spurting out from his nine mouths, and the dark clouds rolled in the sky, but after three breaths, the thunder slashed down!

"Scatter!"

Shen Lang snorted, and in an instant, a sword light spurted out of his mouth, and the earth-shattering sword slashed into the air, completely shattering the dark clouds and lightning in the sky!

He looked serious and said, "Brother, are you counting me?"

Qian Yongjiu nodded, raised his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, and said, "You are almost already a figure standing at the peak of the cultivation world, and I am just a little shrimp who has just stepped into the cultivation world, and anyone will doubt your motives." ”

Shen Lang shook his head, "You're too worried." Even if you really doubt it, you can't divinate at will—especially if you count a monk who is too much beyond your realm, the stronger the person you count, the faster and more ferocious the Heavenly Dao will come backlash. ”

Qian Yongjiu also sighed secretly, after all, he still relied too much on divination to seek good fortune and avoid evil. If we go on like this for a long time, won't we end up in the same situation as in our previous lives?

So, he once again secretly made up his mind: in the future, he must not be easy to divination.

"Then, Brother Shen, what are you looking for?"

"Did Wuxin look for you?" Shen Lang looked at Qian Yongjiu's eyes and said quite sincerely: "He is a demon, and he is one of the great murderers of Wuliang City. ”

"I almost guessed it. Qian Yongjiu touched the Tibetan sea gourd hanging from his waist, "Otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to give me a heaven-level magic weapon." ”

"He has no good intentions towards humanity. ”

Shen Lang shook his head, and his words changed abruptly: "Brother, if you don't give up, are you willing to worship under my door?"