"Then forget it!"

Li Guangyuan didn't force it, after all, he didn't know Liu Lang's strength, and this big competition represented the face of the sect, so he didn't want Liu Lang to play.

For three days in a row, Liu Lang would appear in the audience, but he just didn't play, which disappointed many people. Especially those who did not perform well, they found an excuse to comfort themselves in Liu Lang.

Dabi is over, the three factions have different means, they have won and lost each other, and they can be regarded as evenly matched, which makes the people who lead the three parties show a satisfied look.

"Then we'll take our leave!"

Haotian Sword Sect Mountain Gate, Tianxia Mountain and Haoran Sect said goodbye and left at the same time, and were about to return to their respective sects.

At this time, a sword light flew from a distance and landed in front of the mountain gate, and then a clear and beautiful figure was revealed.

"It's our Senior Sister Leng Wushuang who is back!"

Sun Bufan confessed, and then hurriedly greeted him.

"What's the matter with these people?" Leng Wushuang asked with an expressionless face.

"Senior sister, they're here for the annual Qi training competition. Sun Bufan explained.

Leng Wushuang nodded, and walked towards the mountain gate, but stopped when the power entered the mountain gate, and the long sword in his hand was automatically unsheathed, and the sword qi was ready to go.

Sun Bufan hurriedly asked, "Senior sister, what's wrong?"

Leng Wushuang stretched out his hand and pointed: "Personal grievances!

Everyone looked along Leng Wushuang's fingers and saw a person hiding behind the crowd, that was Liu Lang.

Liu Lang was trying to hide his body behind everyone, but he didn't expect the person in front of him to suddenly dodge away and expose him.

"Damn! It's a big trouble! Who will tell me, how can this girl be a member of the Haotian Sword Sect?

Liu Lang's heart was full of bitterness, but there was no sign of it on the surface, but he looked left and right suspiciously, and finally walked to the side of the crowd.

Leng Wushuang's eyes became even colder, his fingers followed Liu Lang's movements, and the crowd dodged away again, leaving Liu Lang with no place to hide.

"Senior sister, are you talking about me?" asked Liu Lang, pointing to himself.

Leng Wushuang asked Sun Bufan: "What's his name?"

"His name is Liu Lang, and he is a disciple of Tianxia Mountain!"

Leng Wushuang pulled out his long sword, and the tip of the sword was aimed at Liu Lang: "If you don't die, it will be difficult to eliminate the hatred in my heart!"

Liu Lang's cold sweat broke out suddenly, and he hurriedly said with trepidation: "This senior sister, did you recognize the wrong person? I haven't seen you at all!"

"Shameless! Even now, you dare to quibble!"

Leng Wushuang swung his long sword, and a sword aura more than a zhang high emitted, obviously angry to the extreme.

Liu Lang was about to dodge, but a figure suddenly appeared in front of him, his hands sealed, and a barrier was made to block the sword qi.

Leng Wushuang said in a deep voice: "Li Guangyuan, what do you mean?"

"Dustless Sword Immortal Leng Wushuang! I also want to ask you, what do you mean?"

"This is my personal vendetta with him!"

"I don't know what grievances you have! I only know that Liu Lang is a disciple of Tianxia Mountain, and he is here to envoy your Haotian Sword Sect, so there must be no accident here!"

Leng Wushuang suddenly sneered: "Li Guangyuan, you are not qualified to stop me, Yang Yan is almost here!"

"I know! But I'm not a person who is afraid of things!"

Seeing that Li Guangyuan was about to fight Leng Wushuang instead of himself, Liu Lang didn't want to watch it anymore, so he stepped forward and faced Leng Wushuang.

"This senior sister! You keep saying that you have a personal grudge against me, so I want to ask you, what kind of grudge do we have? You have to let me die to understand!"

The people around also began to discuss, speculating about what grievances there were between the two, but more people believed that Leng Wushuang must have recognized the wrong person.

Hearing the discussion of others, Leng Wushuang was so angry that the long sword trembled, and an imperceptible pink appeared on his face, and then he let the long sword fly regardless of it, and directly attacked Liu Lang.

A streamer suddenly appeared, knocking back the cold flying sword, and then Jun Mo revealed his figure.

"Wushuang, stop! He's your master's son, you have to call him a junior brother!"

"What?"

Leng Wushuang looked stunned, unable to believe what he had heard.

Jun Mo nodded, and then looked at Liu Lang: "You kid, you can really cause trouble!"

Liu Lang touched his nose in embarrassment and said, "Misunderstanding! It's all a misunderstanding!"

Leng Wushuang finally digested the news, looked at Liu Lang with an uncertain expression, then withdrew the flying sword, turned around and walked out.

"Follow me! I have something to tell you!"

Liu Lang didn't want to go, but Jun Mo and Li Guangyuan both looked at him, obviously urging him to go over and explain clearly, so he had to go, otherwise the previous performance would be a slap in the face.

The two walked far away and did not stop until they could not see the mountain gate.

"Choke!"

Leng Wushuang suddenly turned around, and put two long swords on Liu Lang's neck: "Do you think that I don't dare to kill you?"

Liu Lang was very scared in his heart, but his face was mocking: "You are killing! I have the protection of the true monarch, who will die first I don't know?"

Leng Wushuang put away his long sword angrily: "Shameless! For the sake of the master's face, I will spare you once! If I see you next time, I will never let you go! Don't think that with the protection of the true monarch, I can't kill you!"

Liu Lang was shocked, and then said curtly: "Actually, I didn't do what happened last time, I asked the innkeeper to do it." ”

"Shut up! If you bring up the last time, I'll kill you right now!"

Leng Wushuang flew away with shame, but it was obvious that Liu Lang's last words were the answer she wanted to hear.

In front of the cave where Jun Luo was retreating, Leng Wushuang flew down and knelt down on one knee: "Master, the disciple is back!"

Jun Luo's emotionless voice sounded: "Your heart is in turmoil, the dustless sword heart is polluted!"

Leng Wushuang was frightened, and told what happened between him and Liu Lang, and he didn't hide it at all.

There was silence in the cave for a while, and then Jun Luo's voice continued to sound: "Perhaps, he was born for you." ”

"Master, I heard from Uncle Shi, he is your son?"

Jun Luo roared angrily, "Shut up! That bastard isn't my son!"

Leng Wushuang's head lowered: "The disciple knows his mistake!"

"You know what to do, right?"

"The disciple has already told him that the next time we meet, I will not forgive!"

"It's not enough!" Jun Mo's tone was full of ruthlessness: "You must let him fall in love with you first, and then wash the sword with his hard work, and wash his soul!"

Leng Wushuang was frightened by Jun Mo's ruthlessness, and looked at the dark cave blankly, his eyes blank.

"Did you hear that?" Jun Luo shouted.

Leng Wushuang was excited, and finally came back to his senses, and then lowered his head with difficulty: "Disciple obeys!"

Leaving the cave, Leng Wushuang's mood was very low, and he met Jun Mo who was waiting.

Jun Mo looked at Leng Wushuang: "Don't listen to your master!"

"Uncle Shi! She's my master!"

A trace of worry flashed in Jun Mo's eyes: "She will regret it!"

After the silence, Leng Wushuang said softly: "Then use me to vent your anger!"

Looking at Leng Wushuang, who was lonely and left, Jun Mo sighed: "Wronged!"