For very few people in the world, leapfrogging challenges is commonplace. (For the latest chapters, please visit wèn)

But for the vast majority of cultivators in the world, being able to draw against their opponents beyond the ranks is already an extremely rare talent.

Xiang Hongying's expression, even Murong Lan and Song Hai could not be ignored, forcing the two to face up to the unheard name of the Langxiao faction.

Moreover, judging from the scene, Xiang Hongying has always had the advantage, pressing Jiang Wu, who is one level higher than her, to the bottom of her, until the opponent was forced to show his innate true qi, which turned into a draw.

After this battle, many people took a look at this little-known Langxiao Sect, no matter what the cultivation of the other disciples in the sect was, as long as this female head of the sect went one step further and advanced to the Eightfold Realm, she could completely change the situation of the Langxiao Sect, at least it would not be obscure anymore.

"It's my carelessness, come again!"

As a green leaf that sets off flowers, Jiang Wu's face is extremely ugly, especially embarrassing in front of his sweetheart, which makes him want to win back a game.

However, Murong Lan opened his mouth and shouted, "Stop, Jiang Wu, there is no point in fighting any longer." ”

As the owner of the ** building, she has already understood that no matter what the result is, she is a loser.

Jiang Wu's fame is greater than that of the other party, and the realm is higher than the other party, it is natural to win, and it is disgraceful to lose, no matter how you look at it, it is not a good deal, not to mention that there are people from Vientiane City watching the excitement on the side.

In addition, it is undeniable that as a woman who is also in charge of a faction, Murong Lan still has a good impression of Xiang Hongying.

Although Jiang Wu was angry, the landlord spoke, but he couldn't openly disobey in front of outsiders, so he snorted angrily and sat back in his position and sulked.

Seeing this scene, Murong Lan couldn't help but sigh regretfully in her heart, although the deputy landlord's cultivation is strong, his strength is average with the city government, and he is qualified to be a deputy, but he can't be the master of a faction, so even if she is aware of this person's diligence, she still chooses to turn a blind eye.

"The strength of the Langxiao faction, we have seen it, there is indeed something extraordinary, I would like to apologize to Your Excellency on behalf of **Lou, and I hope you will forgive me. However, to tell you the truth, Your Excellency's fist is not enough to title domineering and arrogant, so let's do it, **Lou is willing to give up two rooms and give them to your faction as a gesture of friendship. ”

As the head of a faction, Murong Lan's behavior is not faulty, anyone who sees it must praise his wisdom, advance and retreat to a certain extent, and it is not a fluke that **Lou can have the power it has now.

If it was an ordinary situation, Xiang Hongying would definitely open her mouth and agree to borrow the slope to get off the donkey, but at this time, the person who can really call the shots is not her, but the killer, but she can't go beyond the bounds, and she can only express her gratitude to Murong Lan for her overtures. (For the latest chapters, please visit wèn)

"Thank you for the kindness of the owner of Murong Mansion, here I also have a good word of advice, then you can retreat, don't blindly insist, sometimes appropriate concessions, may not be a good thing. ”

After finishing speaking, she couldn't help but smile bitterly, she was the same as her younger brother, and she said that the essence was modest, but in the eyes of outsiders, it was very arrogant.

Sure enough, no one regarded Xiang Hongying's words as a real admonition, and with Xiang Qingbo's kid's "bricks" in front, everyone only thought that Xiang Hongying also said a hidden sarcastic word, which suddenly stirred up a thousand waves with one stone.

"It seems that the Langxiao faction is arrogant from top to bottom, and they don't know the height of the sky. ”

"This girl looks very shrewd, and she actually said such things that provoked the anger of the group, could it be that she beat the Jiang Mansion Master by half a move, and she thought that she was invincible in the world?"

"City Lord Song and Lord Murong haven't done it yet, these two are the real masters, even if they can beat Deputy Lord Jiang, they can't please these two people, at least the gap in the realm is there. ”

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Murong Lan frowned slightly, she didn't understand why the other party dared to make an inch, although it was just an exchange up to the point, she also saw that Xiang Hongying was a person who didn't know how to advance and retreat, and now she was doing something that went against common sense, did she really have anything to rely on?

At this time, a disciple of the ** floor hurriedly walked into the inn, came to Murong Lan's side, and secretly quietly handed over a jade slip: "Landlord, this is the news about the Langxiao faction that you ordered me to investigate. ”

Murong Lan took the jade slip and was about to look at it, but Song Hai, the city lord of Vientiane City on the other side, was impatient, he suddenly got up and said: "Since Your Excellency is extremely confident in your skills, then let Song Mou teach you a lesson or two, and see how hard the so-called domineering and arrogant is." ”

After speaking, the true qi in his body erupted from the acupoints around his body, and in an instant, the surrounding environment changed, and not only Xiang Hongying, but everyone in the inn fell into the illusion.

At a glance, the mountains are full of white snow, it is actually a boundless snow field, in the distance is the iceberg towering to the sky, endlessly, the snow seems to have never melted, the lead cloud hangs low, and the iceberg intersects, the silver snake dances, the wax elephant of the original chi, and there is a roar faintly from time to time.

"Ahh

I don't know who sneezed, suddenly like an avalanche, causing a series of sneezing sounds from the rest, even if he knew that it was an illusion, his body should be in a warm inn, but the whole body still couldn't help but feel an extreme cold, as if standing naked on the snowfield, frozen by the cold wind, it could become an eternal ice sculpture at any time.

"Vientiane Divine Realm! Vientiane City's peerless learning, Song City Lord seems to be serious, and wants to teach the other party an impressive lesson. ”

Someone recognized Song Hai's move, causing many people to exclaim loudly, because this illusion technique called the Vientiane Divine Realm is really famous, Song Hai once used this trick to destroy three thousand elite warriors of the barbarian race alone, unscathed, and retreated.

Vientiane God Realm can drag nearby enemies into the illusion created by itself, and it has nothing to do with the number of enemies, as long as it is within the range, it is impossible to escape, and what is more powerful is that the injuries received in the illusion will be fed back to the body, if you die in the illusion, you will die when you return to reality, this is the reason why everyone is afraid of exclaiming, for fear of being affected by the pond fish.

"Song Hai's illusion skills have been taken to the next level, and he can actually shrink the Vientiane Divine Realm that covers several miles to just a few zhang of the inn. ”

Murong Lan sighed heartily, her words were wary, she was also dragged into the illusion, and the jade slip about the information about the Langxiao Sect did not enter the illusion together, and she didn't have time to watch the details for the time being.

"Try your foundation first, and catch this iceberg of mine with all your might, but don't be crushed all at once. ”

Song Hai stood proudly, with one hand behind his back, the other hand raised high, and his palm pressed down slightly.

An iceberg dozens of zhang high suddenly appeared above Xiang Hongying's head, like a dark cloud covering her, leaving a shadow, and the iceberg fell in the sky, bringing great pressure in the roar.

Song Hai, who is in the illusion of Vientiane, is equivalent to the creation god of this small world, and can carry the power of the natural environment at will, which can be said to be like a divine help, which is why even Murong Lan is unwilling to fight him in the illusion.

Xiang Hongying's face was solemn, knowing that she couldn't keep her hands at this moment, otherwise the other party might not be merciful and let her live, immediately her hands were closed, full of Yuan Gong, and the two kinds of thunder and lightning were brewing in the palm of her hand, like two dragons rolling, gradually condensing into a thunderball, **** electric light, shining like a thunder mother descending to earth, and her long hair scattered.

At the same time, a Dao Zun wearing a jade crown and a five-colored smoky robe appeared behind her. This Dao Venerable face is like a crown of jade, his expression is like a giant mountain that has not changed for eternity, in his eyes, endless thunder is intertwined, and the five-colored smoke robe on the whole body is also lined with thunder lights like dragons and snakes, and every nine thunder lights form a square thunder seal, as if it is a national treasure treasure seal.

Ordinary people glanced at the Daozun Phantom, and there was a feeling that the soul was wrapped in lightning, and all thoughts were numb as if they had been electrocuted, making it difficult to function, and their thinking became slow.

The intertwined and churning thunder ball between Xiang Hongying's hands gradually changed into shape, condensing into a shape similar to the jade seal thunder seal on Daozun's body.

Even if it was not a head-on conflict, the cultivators present all felt a terrifying energy brewing in the thunder seal, and their thoughts were full of fear, thinking that if they encountered this trick, they were afraid that they would end up with death and no ashes left.

"Song Hai will lose this move, but it is still Song Hai who wins in the end, unless this head of the Langxiao Sect can break the Vientiane Divine Realm, no matter how clever she is, she will not be able to defeat Song Hai. ”

Murong Lan made a judgment in an instant, her cultivation was the highest in the audience, and the others subconsciously agreed with her point of view, feeling sorry for Xiang Hongying in their hearts.

People are always accustomed to sympathizing with the weak, not to mention that Xiang Hongying is a woman.

Seeing that the two special moves were about to collide with each other, everyone subconsciously held their breath, accumulating true qi and preparing to resist the upcoming impact.

Unexpectedly, a majestic sword intent penetrated through the air, filled with the breath of death and silence, illuminating the heart, shaking everyone present to stagnate, and the whole body froze, and the Vientiane Divine Realm was like a cloth cut by scissors, cracking to both sides, like broken glass, completely dissipating.

"Have you had enough of playing the house games?"

The night god shrouded in black robes walked into the inn at some point, looking at everyone with an indifferent gaze, and a cold aura spread.

The previous ice field environment, the cold brought by the temperature is only a simple change in temperature, affecting the physical body, and the luck can resist it, but now the cooling is the cold of the soul, and the people present feel as if they are in the underworld, and they are shrouded in an inexplicable fear and despair in their hearts, and they can only resist with their hearts and will, and their internal cultivation is completely useless.

Obviously, the temperature did not drop, but many people trembled and trembled, and those who were slightly weaker in cultivation directly collapsed on the ground, unable to stand.

**The masters of Lou and Vientiane City have been on guard, and the eight princes are like facing a great enemy.

This is the real strong enemy, and Xiang Hongying's strength is not the same level, Murong Lan and Song Hai can still have an appreciative attitude when looking at Xiang Hongying, just like the elders looking at the rising star, but now they have no surplus at all, as if their lives are in the hands of others.

The palms of both of them were involuntarily dripping with sweat, and only then did they understand what the other party relied on to speak wildly.

"I hate noise, within ten breaths, get out of here!"

The god of night spoke slowly, giving the deadline, and his voice was like an ice pick on the door of his heart, dripping the cold into it, making the atmosphere of the scene even more tense.