Demon Becoming the Lord

Arrogant, arrogant!

This was the first thought of most people in the field, but then countless sons felt a humiliated rage. If Zuo Ming loses, will everyone see that he must back down?

This is a declaration of war, Xiao Lang is declaring war with all the princes present!

In the history of the dynasty for more than a thousand years, there is no shortage of peerless geniuses with qualifications and high self-esteem. But no one has been so arrogant like Xiao Lang. Is he going to be alone? Or is it making enemies for the Xiao family? You must know that in the future, a large part of these princes will become the elders of their respective families, or the heads of the patriarchs.

The faces of Xiao Kuang and the four young masters of the Xiao family turned green. Everyone Xiao Lang said, but including them, was humiliated by his clan members in front of outsiders. It felt really uncomfortable.

Xiao Lang didn't think so far. In fact, he didn't completely regard himself as a member of the Xiao family. He just felt that he had been hated by such a group of young men. It's better to convince them, and dare not make trouble for yourself.

He has always disliked the son, although he has now become a top wealthy son. He subconsciously wanted to draw a line with this group of people, not to mention how many enemies he would establish for the Xiao family if he took over the Xiao family in the future.

He just told everyone with a tyrannical attitude, don't mess with me!

"good very good!"

Zuo Ming was deeply irritated, but his face returned to calm, but his heart was filled with joy. Xiao Lang is looking for death by himself, no wonder he. Even if he mutilated him today, the Xiao family wouldn't say anything. Aristocratic families have never intervened in legitimate fights between young children, but instead encourage connivance. No family will pursue such open duels afterwards.

He strode towards the open space between the two sides, his profound energy slowly circling around, his fighting spirit was high, his momentum grew stronger with his steps, he would use his fist to tell everyone that he Zuo Ming is the capital of the emperor. The well-deserved first son of a generation.

"Xiao Lang..."

Dongfang Hongdou called to Xiao Lang with some worry, Yun Zishan didn't speak, but his eyes flashed with excitement.

"Haha!"

Xiao Lang let out a long laugh, arrogantly dry, staring at Zuo Ming, who was slowly approaching, and finally said to more than a dozen young masters behind Zuo Ming: "Why don't you speak? Don't believe Zuo Ming? Or you dare not bet?"

"it is good!"

"Bet!"

"Minor Ming, it's up to you!"

Several people spoke, of course they believed Zuo Ming, and countless people doubted that Xiao Lang could win at the palace banquet. It must be a despicable sneak attack, or Zuo Ming was too careless. Otherwise, Zuo Ming may lose one level? Besides, Zuo Ming can still use Divine Soul now. Needless to say, the ending is not at all suspense.

Only Xiao Kuang and the four Xiao family children did not speak. Although they wished that Zuo Ming would torture Xiao Lang severely, they were all from the Xiao family, so naturally they would not speak under such circumstances!

"Okay! Do you remember to retreat immediately after seeing me!"

Xiao Lang's goal was achieved, he smiled, but his eyes swept across the face of Yunzishan Dongfang Red Bean, and he said calmly: "Zishan, Red Bean, warm the wine for me, I will drink with you when I come back!"

Purple shirt, red beans!

Two extremely intimate names pierced everyone's ears deeply, and pierced Zuo Ming's heart. All the sons and Zuo Ming subconsciously looked at Yun Zishan and Dongfang Hongdou, only to find that they were not at all angry, their faces were fiery and lightly shy, and they became more jealous and furious.

Just one day?

Did Xiao Lang take down the two most beautiful flowers in the imperial capital?

Unreasonable!

This is what Xiao Lang wants!

His body leapt up like a tiger descending a mountain, with a flash of silver light in his hand, and three flying knives immediately pierced the air, aiming directly at Zuo Ming's chest.

"God possessed!"

Zuo Ming's eyes shrank, and he burst into a drink immediately, and a silver phantom emerged behind him, and instantly got into his body. His feet flashed silver suddenly, and his feet flickered, easily avoiding Xiao Lang's flying knife.

"Speed ​​spirit?"

Xiao Lang's expression tightened and groaned inwardly. He had guessed that Zuo Ming's spirit, if it was an offensive or defensive type, he was not afraid. Now it is an extremely difficult speed category. His super fighting instincts and fighting consciousness will be suppressed. After all, at such a fast speed, some things are difficult to calculate.

call out!

Without waiting for Xiao Lang to think about it, Zuo Ming's body turned into a white shadow, rushing towards him quickly, and the speed was actually better than Qianxun who had not released his soul!

Shoo!

There was no way, Xiao Lang could only shoot throwing knives continuously, at an extremely tricky angle, trying to prevent Zuo Ming from approaching, or injuring him.

However, Xiao Lang was extremely ferocious, with almost a hundred shots of flying knives, but obviously couldn't keep up with Zuo Ming's speed, and none of them shot. Zuo Ming's actual combat experience is obviously not too bad, and with such a fast speed, of course he can easily avoid it.

"drink!"

More than ten meters away from Xiao Lang, Zuo Ming immediately released his profound energy, transforming into a one-to-half-moon-shaped blue sword light, and shot towards Xiao Lang like lightning.

Xiao Lang's terrifying perception was working, and when the profound energy was just released, he immediately moved to the side. The extremely fast Xuan Qi Dao Mang brushed his body, shot into the ground and exploded a small hole.

Xiao Lang threw a flying knife, and Zuo Ming let out profound energy. The two attacked each other at a distance of more than ten meters, while quickly evading, but they dared not approach. Both the flying knife and the outward release of profound energy are too fast, if the distance is closer, neither of them is sure that they can avoid it, and can only control the distance attack.

The light of the mysterious sword that was released continuously exploded on the ground, and the dust in the field was flying, and the bodies of Xiao Lang and Zuo Ming kept shaking, making everyone dazzled.

"Sao Ming, kill this kid!"

"Come on, Ming Shao, ** him!"

Some people cheered for Zuo Ming with excitement, but no one thought Zuo Ming would lose. Use the soul speed to reach the Zun Zun realm, Xiao Lang is only the first level of the general. The strength is too far apart. And most importantly, how many flying knives can Xiao Lang have? Zuo Ming can keep releasing profound energy...

"Well, young waves are dangerous!"

Cha Mu didn't dare to blink his eyes, he was very nervous, but there was no regret on his face for standing on Xiao Lang's side.

Dongfang Hongdou has good strength and high eyesight. He can easily judge the situation and said angrily: "Xiao Lang, this stupid pig, is irresponsible. This time he will be humiliated by himself, right? Alas... if he is injured, Didn’t we lose the hunting contest?"

"If you don't have the strength to be arrogant, it's okay to take a lesson!"

Yun Zishan faintly held a cup, really warming up Xiao Lang's wine, but she didn't think Xiao Lang could still drink this glass of wine.

The knife chewed on the meat of the deer, looking at the battle ahead with a silly smile, his eyes swept across the flying knives on the ground, a smile appeared in his eyes, and he whispered quietly: "Idiot? You are the idiot!"

Xiao Lang finally finished shooting the flying knives hidden in his sleeves, but Zuo Ming still cautiously surrounded Xiao Lang, releasing the mysterious air knife light far away. Moreover, the speed of the external release is getting faster and faster, the angle is getting more and more tricky, and the mockery on the mouth is becoming more and more obvious.

Xiao Lang dodged in embarrassment, like a monkey on a hot pan jumping up and down, unable to attack and could only become a moving target.

As time passed, Xiao Lang's speed gradually slowed down, the cold sweat on his head began to flow, and his face became flustered. Obviously, the profound energy and physical strength were consumed too much, and it was very difficult for him to avoid the continuous shooting of the mysterious light.

"what!"

Finally, Zuo Ming shot an incredibly sharp angle of profound energy, Xiao Lang still failed to dodge, and his left shoulder was shot by the profound energy that turned into a sword light. It was immediately bloodied and his body flew out.

"drink!"

Zuo Ming's eyes lit up, and his body immediately accelerated. He jumped high and lifted one leg high, and suddenly hit Xiao Lang's chest.

He was waiting for this opportunity!

The last time Xiao Lang broke his more than ten ribs in the palace, he wanted blood to pay for it, leaving Xiao Lang intact to enjoy the taste and humiliation.