After two days of reception, the major forces finally settled down, and among the huge mounts of the major forces, Yujiabao's Xianzhou and Miaojiang's town-walled beast - Gu Eagle, as well as Xiao Cheng who flew with a giant sword, were quite impressed, and Lang Chuan's heart had already made up his mind, that is, he also got a flying magic weapon to pull the wind, so that he could brag about it in front of the fat ram Xiu.

On a moonlit night, the wind flies gently and softly, and the huge wings caress everything affectionately. The bright moon hid among the soft, silky clouds, and looked shyly at the quiet world, sprinkling the pure brilliance. This gesture is like a graceful beautiful girl looking at the earth with a smile.

On the ground, a young man with a gentleman's sword on his back walked slowly.

"Brother Lang, wait a minute. A slightly familiar voice sounded from behind.

The young man turned around, and when he saw that it was Tang Songling who was walking with a wine bottle, he smiled lightly: "How can Brother Tang be so interested tonight, he actually came with fruit wine, is it because he wants to get Lang drunk." ”

Lang Chuan was a little surprised by Tang Songling's change in his name, seeing that the other party had already let go of his previous mustard, he was very happy, it was always good to have one more friend. Although this person is arrogant in nature, his heart is not bad.

Brother Lang laughed. Tang Songling said with a smile, and then the two found a gazebo and sat down.

Lang Chuan's magnanimity in the competition platform made him think deeply for a long time. In the tournament, he should have been able to defeat himself in front of everyone, but he didn't. He doesn't seem to attach importance to the title and honor of the first person in the outer sect, and he doesn't intend to trample the dignity of the defeated on the competition platform. When he thought of the question he had asked himself what he was fighting for, he realized that he was defending his dignity. From that moment on, I, Tang Songling, respected him as a brother in my life.

"Brother Tang, this retreat to Wutai Peak and the cultivation to the next level, it is gratifying. Lang Chuan looked at Tang Songling, whose cultivation had already risen to the sixth layer of condensation, and smiled.

"If Brother Lang also cultivates in Wutai Peak with us, his cultivation may be higher than mine. Tang Songling still knew the reason why Lang Chuan did not enter Wutai Peak to cultivate, the contradiction between Lang Chuan and the Xiao family was well known, so he did not ask Lang Chuan why he did not go to Wutai Peak to cultivate.

While drinking, the two laughed and talked about the old days, and time passed quickly.

"Drink!"

"Bang!"

"Phew!"

At this moment, there was a sudden sound of fierce fighting, Tang Songling and Lang Chuan glanced at each other, suddenly stood up, and quickly flew towards the sound of fighting. At this moment, it is the time for two people to patrol and be on duty, and nothing can be wrong.

After a short time, the two of them had already arrived in the courtyard of the Tianzi wing, which was where the major forces who came to participate in the ring competition lived.

I saw a handsome and upright man in white with sword eyebrows and starry eyes, who was fighting fiercely with a short man with thick eyebrows and big eyes, and a tiger's back and bear's waist. Judging from the clothes of the two, the man in white is from Yujiapu, while the short man in flowers and silver with colorful clothes is from Miaojiang.

"Two fellow Daoists, you have something to say. Lang Chuan looked at the two people who were fighting.

However, to Lang Chuan's surprise, the two of them didn't even look at him, and he secretly said in his heart: "Is the son of Tianjiao so arrogant?"

Tang Songling whispered to Lang Chuan: "Their cultivation is higher than mine, and it is estimated that they are all sons of Tianjiao in the family, so I am afraid that they don't take us seriously at all." ”

Lang Chuan wondered in his heart, why no one from Yujiabao and Miaojiang came out to stop him, could it be a temptation before the competition? Seeing that the surrounding flowers and plants were not damaged, he was even more sure of his opinion, but he couldn't make a difference just like that.

I didn't even know what the other party's cultivation was, so it was better to participate less, and even Tang Songling, who was at the sixth level of Qi Condensation, couldn't compare, let alone cultivate to a lower self? Fortunately, I watched the master's tricks and felt the spells of the two family sects.

The man in white seemed to know more or less about Miao Jiang's secret techniques, and he didn't give the other party a chance to get close to the short man at all, a flowing air shield tightly protected him in it, his left hand kept pinching the magic trick, and a brilliant giant sword kept attacking the short man frantically. The short man, however, was like a loach, nimble enough to dodge the blade of the greatsword.

After a long battle, the man in white was a little impatient, and suddenly his face showed ruthlessness, and his left hand quickly shot out a spiritual trick, a finger of the void, and the giant sword that flashed brightly suddenly divided into twelve, forming a wonderful sword formation, instantly trapping the short man in the middle. The short man suddenly sneered, and then with a flash of light, he slapped the storage bag, and the black beetles in the sky instantly flew towards the twelve flying swords, and the sword light suddenly trembled.

The man in white frowned, and shouted: "Look for death, sword shadow spectroscopy!"

I saw that the twelve flying swords turned into afterimages, and the beetles attached to the sword shadows fell to the ground in an instant, but what was very strange was that the beetles were so hard that they were not shattered by the blades, but were intact, and continued to fly to the sword group after getting up.

Suddenly, the man in white noticed that something was wrong, these beetles attached to the blade of the sword were rapidly absorbing their aura, and their faces suddenly turned pale.

When the short man saw the embarrassment of the man in white, he smiled gloomily: "Yujiabao, but Er'er." ”

Everyone present was shocked, if it was themselves, how should they respond?

This battle gave Lang Chuan a clear understanding of Miao Jiang, and also had doubts about the road of cultivating immortals, cultivating immortals to achieve immortality, or cultivating immortals to dominate the world? What is an immortal? What is a chivalrous man? Can a great man of chivalry ever serve the country and the people?

For the arrogance of the short man, as well as the strength that was lower than that of the family fort, the man in white was furious, gritted his teeth, pinched his hands and pointed suddenly.

The afterimage in the sword array suddenly came with a strong sword intent, a villain with a fairy sword in his hand, with the momentum of the aura of destruction, suddenly rushed up from the sword array, and slashed towards the short man's void, everything happened too fast, although the short man was flexible, but he was also in a cold sweat, and instantly hit the spirit trick, and took back all the beetles to resist the slash with the breath of destruction.

"Nonsense!" At this moment, a shout with unusual coercion interrupted the life-and-death crisis that everyone watched with bated breath.

At the last moment, I saw an old man, facing the void, a little with one hand, and a villain with a fairy sword in his hand was instantaneous. At the same time, an old woman with a little left hand, a very small toad-like thing, stuck out her tongue and sucked the short man back.