Chapter 2437

"If you don't want me to lose face, don't talk!" The wind is shining, the sky is bleak, and the moon is clear.

The wind is clear and the moon is scared and shivering: "know I see. "

Looking at this scene, all the monks in the hall are confused.

It's a breath when the wind is shining. Shen Lang, the son of a bitch, has done an extremely excessive thing, but he can't say it, and his heart is bent to the extreme.

"You guys, this is the man who stole the treasure of our holy daughter, Hunyuan armor. Such a bad friar is not worthy to participate in the birthday feast of emperor Hongfeng! " Feng Yaotian points to Shen Lang and shouts angrily.

As soon as fu'er's eyes brightened, she gave Shen Lang a sachet, leaving a note in the sachet, telling him that Shen Lang's mixed yuan armor was in the hands of the holy daughter of the wind ghost.

I didn't expect that Shen Lang got the Hunyuan armor so quickly. This man is too fierce!

Fu'er admired Shen Lang so much that she coughed a little and said: "the wind is weak, everything is also to be proved. Do you have evidence to prove that the Hunyuan armor is on Shen Lang's son?"

Feng Yaotian Nu pointed to Shen Lang and shouted, "take off this kid's coat and you will see the original shape of Hunyuan armor!"

All the monks in the hall turned to Shen Lang one after another.

"The play begins."

God bless a smile, put out a posture of watching a play.

I want to see how Shen Lang will end up.

Shen Lang walked out of his seat and said coldly, "yes, I do have a Hunyuan armor on me, but what evidence do you have to prove that it belongs to your Fenggui clan?"

The face of the wind and the weather was livid, and he shouted, "do you need any more evidence? Will the young leader of the ghost family frame you up? The friars in mainland Kyushu know that the Hunyuan armor is the treasure of our Fenggui people. Do you think I'm an idiot

"Ha ha, you Feng GUI are very tolerant. Don't tell me that the Hunyuan armor was made by you Feng GUI."

Shen Lang laughs.

Although the Hunyuan magic weapon can't compare with the heavenly spirit treasure, it is also a treasure left over from ancient times. This refining process has been lost for a long time. Now there are no friars in the three realms who can refine the Hunyuan magic weapon.

Feng Yao and Tian Nu shouted, "don't be clever. You can't escape if you steal our Hunyuan armor! Give me the Hunyuan armor! "

Fu'er saw the situation badly and said coldly, "little wind Lord, today is my mother's birthday feast. There are all guests in the hall. Do you want to fight here?"

Although fengyaotian knows that his actions are really rude, he can't help being angry. He can't watch shenlang, the son of a bitch, stand on his head and shit.

"I'm sorry, miss fu'er, this Hunyuan armor is an important treasure of our Fenggui people. It must be recovered! Shen Lang, my young master will give you a face for the time being. As long as you hand over the Hunyuan armor, you will be captured without any punishment. I will not pursue this matter! " Feng Yaotian repressed the anger in his heart and said that he would recover a little dignity.

"Want me to cross the Hunyuan armor? Hahaha, there is no door! You wind ghosts hurt me first, and now you expect me to apologize to you? Wind little Lord, you really are persimmon looking for soft pinch

Shen Lang said with a smile.

He didn't want to take away the Hunyuan armor of Fenggui. It was because fengqingyue tried to hurt himself and annoyed shenlang.

Shen Lang has restrained his anger very much, otherwise he would have killed Feng Qingyue at that time.

"Little bastard, you want to die!"

The wind is shining and the brain is full of blue ideas. He can't help it any more. He wants to start it.

Just then, a quiet wind blew into the hall.

On the white jade gilded chair directly above the main hall, a beautiful woman suddenly sat.

The beautiful woman is dressed in a red dress, with delicate features and perfect posture, just like a ripe peach. The temperament is very special. It not only gives people a kind of honor like nine fairies, but also gives people a kind of cold and enchanting, just like the awe of the purgatory witch.

"Empress Hongfeng!"

The hall was filled with exclamations.

"I've seen empress Hongfeng!"

Then, all the monks saluted to the empress Hongfeng on the throne.

Shen Lang also saluted the empress Hongfeng respectfully.

"Free."

The empress red skirt of the red maple emperor was floating. Mei Mou stared at the waves and the wind, and said calmly, "since you two want to fight, I will give you a chance to fight outside the hall."

Before Shen Lang could speak, the red eyes of the wind were shining in the sky and his face was crazy. "Thank you very much, empress! Young man, go to the temple with my young master and have a fight. "

Shen Lang was afraid to disturb emperor Hongfeng's empress Yaxing, but when he saw empress Hongfeng's saying so, he had to say, "I'm really rude. I've disturbed empress Hongfeng's empress Yaxing."

As soon as the voice fell, Shen Lang drifted out of the hall with the wind.

The wind, the moon and the moon sit quietly on the seats in the palace and watch the changes.

There was a commotion in the hall, and a good birthday party was stirred up by a duel.

Fu'er's beautiful eyes flashed a trace of splendor. She didn't feel angry with her mother. She seemed to care about Shen Lang.

Shen Lang and Feng Yaotian flew to the sky immediately after they left the hall to prevent the aftershock of the fight from affecting the Meiling clan hall.

All the monks in the hall released their divine sense and watched the duel with great interest.

In the sky of the Meiling clan, Shen Lang and Feng Yaotian stand by each other with their swords drawn.

"Boy, since it's a duel, I'm in the front. If you were killed by me in the duel, don't blame me for being cruel! " The wind is shining and the sky is gloomy.

"It's natural. Feng Shaozhu, since it's duel, let's make a good bet. If I win, you can't investigate the time of Hunyuan armor. If I lose, I'll leave it to you. What do you think? " Shen Lang suggested without expression.

"Hum, good! Let me add that if you lose, you will die! "

As soon as the voice falls, the wind is shining and the sky is directly transformed into a cost body, the wind ghost king.

"Roar!!!"

A huge human ghost with a length of ten thousand meters blocks out the sun, and a black hurricane spreads out from its mouth.

The wind is the most powerful power of life, the void storm!

In front of the public, he must defeat Shen Lang with the most vigorous means, so as to show his prestige as the minority leader of Fenggui.

The black hurricane contains the ultimate destruction of the place, where the space is all broken, towards the waves swept.

Seeing this scene, the monks in the hall can't help changing their faces. The young leader of Fenggui clan really wants to kill the friars in the early stage of the combination. It's a vicious move!

The other side is just a friar at the beginning of the combination. How can he resist it? Almost all the friars thought that Shen Lang would die in the next moment, but the young leader of the Kyushu Emperor didn't think so.

They know the fighting power of Shen lang. now the ruthless man has gathered five pieces of wearing mixed magic weapons. It's hard to say who wins or who loses.

Seeing the fierce void storm coming, Shen Lang dare not neglect it at all.

"Nine hell sword array!"

With a strong drink, Shen Lang sacrificed the nine stars and nine swords, and exerted the nine hell sword array to the extreme.

"Hoohoohoohoohoohoohoohoohoohoohoohoohoohoohoohoohoohoohoohoohoohoohoohoohoohoohoohoohoohoohoohoohoohoohoohoohoohoohoohoohoohoohoohoohoohoohoohoohoohoo!"

The nine flying swords are transformed into countless sword shadows, and the surrounding space is completely broken to form a star colored sword shadow space.

The sword shadow space is like a tornado, rushing towards the storm of the void.