"If you don't want to embarrass me, don't speak!" Feng Yaotian made a voice transmission to Feng Qingyue in a very cold manner.

Feng Qingyue was so scared that she trembled: "I know... I know."

Seeing this scene, the monks in the hall were confused.

Feng Yaotian was so angry that Shen Lang had done something extremely excessive, but he couldn't say it out loud, and he felt extremely frustrated.

"Everyone, it was this man who stole the treasure of the saint of our clan, Hunyuan Armor. Such a cultivator with bad character is not worthy of participating in the birthday banquet of the Red Maple Emperor and Empress!" Feng Yaotian pointed at Shen Lang and shouted angrily.

Fu'er's beautiful eyes lit up. She had given Shen Lang a sachet before, leaving a note in the sachet, informing Shen Lang that the Hunyuan armor was in the hands of the saint of the Wind Ghost Clan.

I really didn't expect that Shen Lang got the Hunyuan Armor so quickly, and this man was too powerful!

Fu'er admired Shen Lang in her heart. She coughed gently and said, "Young Master Feng, everything needs to be proved that the Hunyuan Armor is on Mr. Shen Lang?"

Feng Yaotian pointed at Shen Lang angrily and shouted sternly: "Take off this kid's top and you will know that it will naturally reveal the original form of the Hunyuan armor!"

The monks in the hall turned their eyes to Shen Lang.

"The show is about to begin."

Tianyou smiled and posed for a show.

Leng Wushuang showed a hint of sarcasm on her face, wanting to see how Shen Lang will end now.

Shen Lang walked out of the seat without any haste and said coldly: "Yes, I do have a Hunyuan armor dress on me, but do you have any evidence to prove that this Hunyuan armor dress belongs to your Fenggui clan?"

Feng Yaotian's face turned pale and shouted: "I still need evidence? Will my dignified young master of the Fenggui clan frame you as a junior? All the monks in the Jiuzhou Continent know that the Hunyuan Armor is the treasure of my Fenggui clan. Do you think I am an idiot!"

"Haha, your Fenggui Clan is so capable. Don't tell me that the Hunyuan armor was refined by your Fenggui Clan."

Shen Lang smiled.

Although the Hunyuan magic weapon is not as good as the Heavenly Spirit Treasure, it is also a treasure left over from ancient times. This refining technique has long been lost. There are no cultivators in the three realms who can refine the Hunyuan magic weapon.

Feng Yaotian shouted angrily: "Stop being smart for me. It is a foregone conclusion that you steal the Hunyuan Armored Armor and you can't escape it! Hand over the Hunyuan Armor for me!"

Seeing that the situation was not good, Fu'er said coldly: "Young Master Feng, today is my mother's birthday party. There are guests in the hall. Could it be that you want to use martial arts here?"

Feng Yaotian knew that his actions were indeed rude, but he was so angry that he could not help but watch Shen Lang, the turtle boy, stand on his head and shit. "Sorry, Miss Fu'er, this Hunyuan Armor is an important treasure of my Fenggui Clan, and must be retrieved! Shen Lang, this young master will give you a face for the time being. As long as you hand over the Hunyuan Armor and surrender, I can not pursue this matter!" Feng Yao

God suppressed the anger in his heart and said that he would get some dignity back no matter what he said.

"I want me to hand over the Hunyuan Armor? Hahaha, there is no door! You Fenggui Clan is the one who hurt me first, and now you still expect me to apologize to you? Master Feng, you are really looking for a soft pinch of persimmons."

Shen Lang laughed in a bad mood.

He originally didn't want to take away the Hunyuan armor of the Fenggui clan. It was mainly because Feng Qingyue tried to harm him and annoyed Shen Lang, and then this happened.

Shen Lang had already restrained his anger very much, otherwise he would have killed Feng Qingyue at that time to prevent future troubles.

"Little Bastard, you're looking for death!"

Feng Yaotian's forehead bulged with blue veins, and he could no longer help it and wanted to take action.

At this moment, a faint wind blew into the hall.

On the white jade gilded chair directly above the hall, a beautiful woman suddenly sat. The beauty was wearing a red dress, with extremely delicate facial features and perfect figure, like a ripe peach. Her temperament was very special, giving people a sense of honor that was high and like a fairy in the sky, and also giving people a sense of coldness and charm, like a purgatory demon.

The shock of the woman.

"The Red Maple Emperor!"

Exclamations came from the hall.

"I've seen the Red Maple Empress!"

Immediately afterwards, the monks saluted to the Red Maple Empress on the main seat.

Shen Lang also respectfully saluted to the Red Maple Emperor and Empress.

"No gift."

The Red Maple Emperor's red dress was floating, his beautiful eyes stared at Shen Lang and Feng Yaotian, and his face was calm: "Since you two juniors want to fight, I will give you a chance to go outside the palace to do something."

Before Shen Lang could speak, Feng Yaotian, whose eyes were red, said wildly: "Thank you for your accomplishment! Boy, go outside the hall with this young master to compete with you."

Shen Lang was originally afraid of disturbing the Emperor and Empress Hongfeng, but when he saw that the Emperor and Empress Hongfeng said this, he had to say, "I am really rude and disturbing the Emperor and Empress Yang Xing."

As soon as he finished speaking, Shen Lang followed Feng Yaotian and floated out of the hall.

Feng Qingyue sat silently on the seat in the hall, watching the changes.

There was a commotion in the hall, and the birthday party was actually disturbed by a duel.

A trace of brightness flashed across Fu'er's beautiful eyes. She didn't feel that her mother was angry. She seemed to care about Shen Lang very much.

After Shen Lang and Feng Yaotian left the hall, they immediately flew to the sky to prevent the aftermath of the fierce fighting from affecting the Hall of the Meiling Clan.

The monks in the hall all released their spiritual consciousness and watched the duel between the two with interest.

Above the Meiling Clan, Shen Lang and Feng Yaotian stood aside, with tension.

"Boy, since it's a duel, I'm going to say ugly things ahead. If you are killed by me in the duel, don't blame me for being ruthless!" Feng Yaotian roared with a gloomy face.

"This is natural. Master Feng, since it's a duel, let's make a bet. If I win, you can't pursue the Hunyuan Armor. If I lose, I can let you deal with it. What do you think?" Shen Lang suggested expressionlessly.

"Hmph, OK! Let me add one more thing, if you lose, you will die!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Feng Yaotian directly transformed into his body, the King of Wind Ghosts.

"roar!"

A huge human-shaped ghost with a length of ten thousand meters covered the sky and opened his mouth and sprayed a black hurricane covering the sky.

Feng Yaotian’s move is the strongest natal magical power, Void Storm!

In front of everyone, he must defeat Shen Lang with the most fierce means, so that he can demonstrate the prestige of the young master of the Fenggui clan.

The black hurricane contained the ultimate destruction place, and the space wherever it passed was shattered and swept towards Shen Lang.

The spiritual sense in the hall saw this scene and the face of the monk changed drastically. The young master of the Feng Ghost Clan really wanted to kill the early stage of the fusion cultivator, and it was a ruthless move!

The other party is just a cultivator in the early stage of the fusion, how can he resist? Almost all cultivators think that Shen Lang will die in the next moment, but the young master of the Jiuzhou Imperial Clan does not think so.

They knew Shen Lang's combat power. Now this ruthless man has collected five more wearable Hunyuan magic weapons. It is hard to say who wins and loses.

Seeing the violent void storm coming, Shen Lang did not dare to neglect at all.

"Nine Nether Sword Formation!"

With a loud shout, Shen Lang sacrificed the Nine Swords of the Sky Star and used the Nine Nether Sword Formation to the extreme.

"Swish swish swish!"
Chapter completed!