"Ding!"
"Host has completed the title mission, Disposition of a Formidable Hero."
"Reward: 1 summon and 2000 kill points."
In the dense forest, Shenlang sat cross-legged under a tree. Gao Jianli and Kim No-myung stood guard on a tree far away. The Enchanted Moon sat cross-legged not far away from Shenlang.
Shenlang's three yuan circulated around his body, and the wound on his shoulder healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.
"Boom!!!"
A wave of air radiated outwards, and Shenlang slowly opened his eyes.
This battle allowed Shenlang to stabilize his cultivation base that had just entered the middle stage of the Xiantian realm.
"As expected, the fastest way to increase one's strength comes from battle."
Shenlang pondered.
"Young Master …"
As soon as Shenlang woke up, Gao Jianli and Kim No-myung appeared in front of Shenlang.
"It's nothing, just a small injury."
Shenlang stood up and said calmly.
Although it was a small injury, Shenlang still felt a lingering fear when he thought of Li Ming's sword. In Shenlang's opinion, if Li Ming was a little stronger, he would not have been able to block it. Even if he did not die, he would have been seriously injured.
"Green Lotus Sword Song."
A glint flashed across Shen Lang's eyes.
Although the Green Lotus Sword Song only caused a small injury to Shenlang, it did not mean that the Green Lotus Sword Song was not strong. It was just that Li Ming was too weak and could not unleash the full power of the Green Lotus Sword Song.
Otherwise, Lei Ming and the others would not have called Li Ming a half-baked.
As a super expert of the Profound Void Realm, how could a cultivation method created by Li Mubai be simple?
Li Mubai was a super expert in the Zhenwu Continent. Even in the Profound Void Realm, he could do whatever he wanted. In the Profound Void Realm, Li Mubai was equivalent to the current Shenlang.
He was invincible amongst those on the same level as him. Very few could contend against him. He was also one of the best amongst the weight-keepers. However, although Li Mubai was strong, he was a loose cultivator. At the same time, Li Mubai also had another title, Sword Immortal Green Lotus.
Li Mubai was an alcoholic and had never participated in the conflicts of the continent. He only had a sword and a pot of wine to accompany him. He was considered an anomaly in the Zhenwu Continent.
Later, by chance, he met Li Ming, a person who was 80% similar to him. Only then did he accept Li Ming as his disciple.
The Green Lotus Sword Song had a total of four styles. Each style had a different power. However, ever since Li Mubai created the Green Lotus Sword Song, no one had been able to force him to use the fourth style. Therefore, the people of the continent were very afraid of Li Mubai.
Shenlang did not know about Li Mubai's deeds. He only knew that from Li Ming's actions, the Green Lotus Sword Song was definitely not simple.
"Let's go. Let's enter the city. The martial arts convention should be starting in two days."
Shenlang said indifferently.
.....
At this moment, Shenlang's battle with the three elites had caused a frenzy of public opinion in the Martial City.
In a restaurant, a martial artist raised his head and drank a cup of wine. He clicked his tongue and said, "Brother Zhang, I heard that a dark horse has appeared?"
Another martial artist who had just put down his cup nodded and said, "Yes. Brother Wang, you didn't see it at that time. That Shenlang was really fierce. He actually beat up three experts on the Mortal Ranking by himself. He's really domineering."
"Oh!"
The martial artist surnamed Wang was interested and said, "Brother Zhang, tell me, how strong is that Shenlang?"
The martial artist surnamed Zhang coughed and sat up straight. He recalled, "It's said that Shenlang is mighty and tall. He's handsome …"
"Wait …"
The martial artist surnamed Wang interrupted the martial artist surnamed Zhang's words and looked at him suspiciously, "Brother Zhang, did you see it or not? How come they're all here?"
"Cough, cough. It's a slip of the tongue."
The martial artist surnamed Zhang faked a cough and said, "Back to the topic. That Shenlang is handsome and suave. A wave of his hand has a monstrous power …"
Listening to the martial artist surnamed Zhang's description, the martial artist surnamed Wang began to imagine the scene at that time.
"Just like that, Shenlang beat up Peerless Sword He Tianxing, Little Sword Celestial Li Ming, and Blood Sword Xue Li with a few punches and kicks."
"Puff!"
Originally, the cultivator surnamed Wang's narration of Shen Lang's story had attracted the attention of many cultivators. Just as they were engrossed in his narration, an untimely voice rang out.
Everyone's train of thought was interrupted and they all glared at the place where the sound came from.
When they saw the person who made the sound, their faces took a 180-degree turn.
They saw a slender woman dressed in a yellow robe. Her face was pure and her temperament was extraordinary. She was sitting there, covering her mouth and laughing.
However, although the woman interrupted their train of thought and made them angry, when they saw the woman, their anger disappeared.
Not to mention the woman's pitiful appearance, the woman's elegant temperament made it impossible for them to get angry.
Fang Miao 'er slowly stood up and came to the front of the crowd. The martial artists involuntarily opened a path for her.
Fang Miao 'er stretched out two slender, jade-like fingers and picked up the cultivator surnamed Wang. Then, she casually sat down on his seat and glanced around. Then, with a serious expression, she said, "Well, I guess this brother hasn't seen Shen Lang's battle. Now, let this heroine explain what happened to everyone."
When the martial artist surnamed Wang heard Fang Miao 'er's words, he smiled embarrassedly. In fact, he really hadn't seen Shenlang's battle. He only showed off because he heard about it from others.
"Everyone, if you have money, please support me. If you don't have money, please support me. This chivalrous woman is going to tell everyone."
Fang Miao 'er picked up a pair of chopsticks and tapped lightly on the wine glass. "Speaking of which, that Shen Lang looks like a fiend, short in stature …"
"Ah!"
When the crowd heard Fang Miao 'er's words, the glorious image of Shenlang in their minds suddenly collapsed.
However, Fang Miao 'er's words made them unable to stop listening. When she talked about it, Fang Miao' er couldn't help but laugh out loud.
Since then, Shenlang's invincible and heroic image spread throughout the Martial City in a short time.
Some said that Shenlang's black face and fangs made him look like a demon. Some said that Shenlang was short and had five limbs. As for which limbs were missing, each person had their own opinion.
Fang Miao 'er couldn't help but laugh as she walked on the road. Fang Miao' er was imagining what Shenlang's expression would be when he heard the rumors about him.
Dong! With a bang, she bumped into a person.
"Ouch, don't you have eyes when you walk?"
Fang Miao 'er didn't care if she bumped into the person or someone else bumped into her. She just scolded him.
"Uh!"
"Miss, I'm sorry."
A burly man with a rough face and a stocky build scratched his head and said nervously.
Hearing the burly man's voice, Fang Miao 'er exclaimed, "Why are you here!"
"Hehe!"
The burly man smiled and said respectfully, "Miss, the Palace Master asked me to bring you over."
Fang Miao 'er was like a cat whose tail was stepped on. She instantly jumped up and looked around vigilantly. "My father is here?"
You've already exceeded your reading limit for today. If you want to read more, please log in.
Login
Select text and click 'Report' to let us know about any bad translation.
