At this moment, the audience finally saw Shenlang's opponent.
"Hey! Is the person opposite Shenlang Flying in the Wind Feng An? "
One of the spectators frowned and said.
"Yes, it is indeed Flying in the Wind Feng An."
The other martial artists also recalled the middle-aged man's identity.
"Tsk tsk, Shenlang is going to have some fun now. Flying in the Wind is known as the fastest Innate Stage movement technique. I wonder how Shenlang will fare against him."
Whoosh!
A breeze swept by and Feng An's afterimage slowly dissipated. When it reappeared, it was already on Shenlang's left side.
It was a side kick. The friction between the leg and the air made the air whooshing.
Smack!!!
In the eyes of others, this kick was powerful, but in Shenlang's eyes, it was just so-so.
Shen Lang raised his palm and easily blocked Feng An's kick that was filled with an astonishing aura.
"A little slow!"
Shenlang joked.
Feng An's pupils shrank when he saw Shenlang block his full force kick so easily.
A gust of wind blew by and Feng An's figure disappeared again.
Feng An's speed was unbelievably fast. It was as if he had turned into a gust of wind, constantly disappearing around Shenlang.
Just as Feng An was constantly disappearing around Shenlang, a cold light suddenly appeared in Feng An's afterimage.
"Oh no, Feng An has a hidden technique."
One of the martial artists suddenly exclaimed.
"When did Feng An practice swordsmanship?"
Feng An's sudden action startled all the spectators.
Feng An's reputation was not weak. He had always been known for his extreme speed. No one had ever seen Feng An use a sword technique.
Feng An was not far from Shenlang. Now that he suddenly appeared and stabbed, no one thought that Shenlang would be able to dodge.
Everyone could not help but sigh for Shenlang.
Sigh! He was still too young and careless. He was actually tricked by Feng An.
Below the stage, Dai Chong, Lei Ming, and the others in the VIP seats saw this scene and became serious. If Shenlang fell here, there would be nothing to pay attention to.
"That's all?"
Shenlang said indifferently.
"What?"
In the time it took for a spark to fly off a flint, everyone was stunned.
At this moment, on the stage, Shenlang was surrounded by golden dragons. He was majestic and sacred.
However, this was not the most shocking thing. What shocked them was that the golden dragon behind Shenlang actually opened its huge mouth and bit the sword that was stabbing at Shenlang.
"How … how is this possible?"
In an instant, everyone who saw this scene was shocked. No one would be shocked when Shen Lang blocked this sword attack, because with Shen Lang's strength, blocking this sword attack was something that should be possible. However, using this method to block it was a little inconceivable.
......
The representatives of various sects and aristocratic families....
In the past, whenever Shen Lang made a move, a golden dragon would appear. They all knew that it was the special effect of his cultivation technique.
In the low martial world, the founder of the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms was able to create the image of a golden dragon, let alone a super martial world like the Zhenwu Continent.
But at this moment, Shenlang was able to condense his Genuine Qi into a solid form and block the attack for him. This caused them to be shocked. If Shenlang's realm was high, everyone would not be so shocked, but Shenlang was only at the late stage of the Xiantian Realm.
The lowest level of Genuine Qi was half a step into the Void Transformation Stage. Only by grasping the power of heaven and earth would one be able to do it.
"This child is truly a peerless genius."
The representatives of the various powers thought to themselves.
Boom!
In an instant, no less than ten waves of fighting intent soared into the sky from the VIP seats.
The appearance of these ten waves of fighting intent caused the expressions of some of the Void Transformation Stage experts to change.
The Void Transformation Stage was indeed able to crush the Xiantian Realm, but it also depended on the person. If it was these ten people who were emitting fighting intent, then even an ordinary Void Transformation Stage expert might not be able to defeat them with a hundred percent certainty.
Shen Lang wasn't the least bit afraid of these ten waves of battle intent. The golden dragon that was circling around Shen Lang's body let out a furious roar and abruptly sent Feng An flying. Following which, Shen Lang looked disdainfully at the crowd below the stage and said domineeringly, "Number one on the Mortal Roll …."
"Whiz!"
Shenlang suddenly appeared in front of Feng An.
At this moment, Shenlang's speed was even faster than Feng An's.
Crack!
Shenlang instantly grabbed Feng An's neck and lifted him up.
Looking around, it was as if a Divine King had descended to the world.
"It's mine."
Boom!
With that said, Feng An, who was being held in Shenlang's hands, was instantly pressed to the ground by Shenlang. In an instant, the ground cracked inch by inch. Feng An's entire body was embedded into the ground of the battling platform, blood gushing out of his mouth.
Shenlang slowly stood up, a boundless fighting intent rising. He looked at Zhao Jiuzhou and the others, who were emitting fighting intent, and smiled: "I'll wait for you."
"So domineering."
"So pretentious."
This was the voice of all the spectators. Shenlang's performance just now was like a sign of the rise of an overlord, causing people to feel fear in their hearts.
"How is it? Do you still feel that he's ordinary? "
Fang Miao'er looked at Shenlang's back as he left, her beautiful eyes flashing with an indescribable light.
Barbaric Bones said solemnly: "As expected. No one who can be noticed by Miss is simple.
To be able to form True Qi at the late stage of the Xiantian Realm, this kind of genius is very rare. "
"But it's a pity that the person named by the Hall Master, no matter how talented he is, can only become a puppet."
"Alas!"
Hearing Barbaric Bones' words, Fang Miao'er faintly sighed. She knew very well what kind of person her father was. In this Zhenwu Continent, there were only a few people who could defy her father's will.
"Miss, are we only bringing Shenlang back this time? Do we need to bring them all back? "
Barbaric Bones shifted his gaze from Shenlang to Zhao Jiuzhou and the others in the VIP seats, who were emitting fighting intent.
"Barbaric Bones, do you want to die?"
Fang Miao'er glanced at Barbaric Bones and said coldly.
"Do you think the 21 major forces are as simple as they look?
"You've gone too far. When those old fellows go crazy, even the four of us together won't be able to suppress them."
Barbaric Bones smiled embarrassedly when he heard Fang Miao'er's words. "Yes! Miss, I was too reckless. "
"But … it's not like we don't have a chance this time."
Fang Miao'er's crescent-shaped eyes shone brightly as she spoke wisely.
"Miss, you're saying …"
.....
Below the stage, Gao Jianli and Kim No-myung saw Shenlang return and said excitedly, "Young Master, you're mighty."
"Pfft!"
Shenlang almost spat out. It was supposed to be a compliment, but why did it sound so harsh to Shenlang?
"Hehe, alright, stop pretending. It'll be your turn in a while. You'd better get ready."
"Yes, Young Master."
In the remaining rounds, there were also some powerhouses from the previous Young Master List. Although their performances were amazing, they were still lacking compared to Shenlang.
Just as Shenlang and the other two were waiting quietly, it was finally Gao Jianli's turn after a round.
"Ghost Sword, Huang Quan!"
This time, it was finally a heavyweight battle. Gao Jianli was Shenlang's subordinate and had performed well since the beginning, so he had gained some fame.
Ghost Sword was ranked 39th in the previous Young Master List. Just like Gao Jianli, he was in the late-stage Connate Realm.
When the two of them arrived at the stage, Ghost Sword stared at Gao Jianli with a serious expression.
Ghost Sword wasn't from the 21 major forces. He was just a prodigy from a small family.
Although Ghost Sword didn't have the support of a major force, he was a hardworking prodigy. With his unique talent in swordsmanship, he trained day and night and finally reached 39th in the previous Young Master List.
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