Demon Becoming the Lord

Bu Xiaoman frowned, and some anxious glances at Madam Ya for help, Madam Ya smiled faintly, patted the little hand that Bu Xiaoman handed over, and said it was all right!

"Xiao Lang, one day, I will defeat you with my own strength!"

Situ Zhantian left a word and walked towards the ring, but Xiao Lang laughed, did not speak, and the atmosphere in the court became weird again!

Facing his big enemy, Situ Zhantian actually said something serious or not? Is this still the demeanor of the first boy in Medicine King City? The most important thing is to "beat you" instead of "kill you?"

In a simple sentence, there are countless mysteries in it, and smart people immediately guessed some. Is this Situ Zhantian softening to Xiao Lang? Or is the Situ family bowing to Ba Ye?

The name of the No. 1 Young Master in Medicine King City seems to be hanging on Xiao Lang's body!

Many people thought secretly, many small family warriors looked at Xiao Lang's eyes a little fiery. After thinking about it, after this martial arts competition, it seems that I'm looking for Xiao Lang to chat about life and go to the kiln!

Although the situation is weird, Situ Zhantian is here and he wants to take the last place. All the students in the field obviously have no objection!

A high-ranking warr, or a young patriarch of the Situ family whose anger is suppressed in his heart, who dares to seek hardship?

So, the martial arts competition ended soon, and the place for Feixue Martial Arts Academy to participate in the Western Affairs City Martial Arts League came out!

The little clan of the Bu family took a long step to kill, the first beauty of the academy Bu Xiaoman, the young master of the Mu family, Mu Feiyu, the first son of the former medicine king city, Situ Zhantian, and Xiao Lang, who was killed in the air with a dark horse!

"Go back and rest for a day, gather at the Martial Arts Academy the next morning, set off to Fire Phoenix City, and participate in the Western Ten City League!"

In the end, under the gentle voice of Mrs. Ya, Feixue Wuyuan Grand Bi came to an end.

At the end of the competition, Situ Zhantian took the Situ family and the students who were attached to his family and left, Mu Feiyu and Bu Xiaosha also left, but Xiao Lang was surrounded by everyone!

The appearance of Bu Xiaoman and Mrs. Ya shows a certain attitude of the Liu family and the Bu family, such as the hope to cooperate with Yanyu Villa, such as throwing an olive branch to this young man with peerless talent...

The little family members who stayed, of course, wanted to hug Xiao Lang’s thighs, perhaps for the family, or for establishing some kind of friendship with this young man who might soar!

Yesterday, the Eighth Master took a hundred powerful people around in Medicine King City, and easily broke the alliance of Liu Jiabu's Situ family. In the face of absolute interests, loyalty is just a poor fig leaf!

Xiao Lang smiled bitterly and rejected the invitation of some small family members to eat and drink together to visit the building. Everyone glanced at Xiao Lang and Bu Xiaoman with ambiguous gazes, then handed them envious and teasing gazes, and left one after another.

Only Xiao Lang, Bu Xiaoman and Madam Ya remained in the square, and Xiao Lang was even more embarrassed. Bu Xiaoman's blushing little face, a shy expression of eagerness, drifting towards Xiao Lang from time to time, even a fool could feel Bu Xiaoman's affection.

"Let's go together!"

Madam Ya smiled and relieved Xiao Lang's embarrassment. The three of them walked towards the gate of the Wuyuan. Madam Ya and Bu Xiaoman got into a luxury carriage, but Xiao Lang still rode his little donkey. The donkey and two luxury carriages walked side by side towards the city.

"Xiao Lang, come on!"

After walking through two streets, Bu Xiaoman's carriage curtain suddenly opened, revealing her pure and pure face. After speaking, she smiled sweetly, blushed and lowered the curtain, and the carriage accelerated away!

"Ugh…"

Xiao Lang sighed slightly. He knew very well that after the Western Martial Arts League, he would immediately leave Yaowang City, and perhaps would not return to this place for five years or ten years! After I left, I wonder if this Nizi will be sad? The most uncomfortable since ancient times is the grace of beauty!

"Xiao Lang, is our agreement still valid?"

The carriage curtain on the other side was also opened, and Madam Ya leaned against the window, smiling like a flower, and the fox's eyes narrowed slightly, full of intrigue!

Xiao Lang was astonished. He was perfunctory Mrs. Ya, but that day at Duantou Ridge, even though Mrs. Ya did not protect him in the end. But in his heart he was still a little grateful for Mrs. Ya, so naturally it is not good to continue perfunctory at this moment!

"Oh!"

Seeing Xiao Lang's embarrassed expression, Madam Ya let out a silver bell-like laugh, and said: "Okay, don't embarrass you! But Ya'er's door...but always open for you!"

After speaking, Mrs. Ya let out another chuckle, and the carriage accelerated toward another avenue. Xiao Lang touched his nose, thinking that if this wave's widow continued to seduce herself like this, she would be arched by anxiousness!

A few hundred catties of profound beasts in Devil Mountain can fall down by themselves, but are you afraid of a fox?

Walking slowly out of the West City Gate, towards Qingniu Town, and walking on the official road, Xiao Lang's face suddenly became cold. In an uninhabited land, Xiao Lang suddenly swept his eyes towards the small jungle on the right behind him, and moved his hand three times. Holding the flying knife in his hand, he drank heavily and said, "Come out, friend!"

Xiao Lang's keen perception of a beast, he always felt that someone was following when he left the city. At this moment, there was only a small jungle around him. If someone was following, he would only hide inside.

"Chihiro, Baye's subordinate, has seen the son!"

Sure enough, someone!

The person following him spoke before he even appeared. Xiao Lang felt his eyes flicker, and a man in black turned into an afterimage and appeared in front of him. This is a green cow of about 30 years old, thin body, white face and needless, but there is a silver ring hanging on the left ear.

"Fast speed!"

Xiao Lang was shocked. This person was too fast. It is conservatively estimated that he could have the speed of Situ War Bandit that day. Situ War Bandit was a mid-level war commander.

Chihiro grinned and said proudly: "Hehe, son, this speed is only half of mine!"

Xiao Lang's eyes shrank again. Is this still half the speed? What amazing speed will his speed reach if he is full? What is the strength of a person with such a speed? King of War? Or the Emperor of War?

wrong!

If it is the king of war, how can the emperor be under the eighth master?

"You don't have to guess at random, I'm just a high-level military commander!" Qianxun explained as if he had guessed what Xiao Lang was thinking.

Xiao Lang frowned, thinking of a possibility, and suddenly realized: "Are you a Soul Warrior? Your Soul Soul combat skill blessing is speed!"

"The son is really talented and clever. The Eighth Master is afraid that there will be a younger generation to murder the son, so he sent his subordinates to protect the son during this period of time. The son can rest assured that if there is a subordinate, no one can catch up with us in this medicine king city. Hehe !"

Qianxun's attitude towards Xiao Lang was very respectful, but his words were quite arrogant. Xiao Lang politely bowed to Qianxun and said sincerely: "Thank you, Brother Qian. The day after tomorrow, I am going to participate in the Ten West League. I will not go to the Colosseum for these two days. When the league is over, I will come to thank you. Lord!"

"Hey, little things, little things!"

Qianxun grinned, shook his body, and disappeared from the official road. Xiao Lang sighed secretly, but he was even more puzzled about the identity of his aunt. If the aunt really has some friendship with Ba Ye, Ba Ye will send such a strong person to protect herself?

Back home, as expected by Xiao Lang, he told him about the fact that Baye sent someone to protect him. Aunt did not explain, but just said that he should be careful. Some things will naturally be told to him later!

Xiao Lang didn't ask much, and didn't think too much!

Since childhood, he was most convinced by his aunt's words. It was not that he didn't like to think too much like a knife, but he was sure that this woman would not harm him, and was wholeheartedly good for him.

After washing his aunt's feet in silence, he went to the backyard, where the strong knife was still practicing in the backyard. Xiao Lang waved his hand to indicate that the knife that was about to stop should continue, and he also ran with the knife with another huge rock on his back!

The martial artist first tempers his body. If the profound energy is wine, the body is a wine bottle. Only the wine bottle is big enough and strong enough to hold more wine!

Under the moonlight, the two figures ran wildly, carrying two thousands of kilograms of boulders! Xiao Lang's speed was a bit faster than the knife, and he passed him a few laps in one fell swoop. When Xiao Lang passed him, Xiaodao grinned, looking silly and happy.

The two of them practiced till late at night, then took a shower and fell asleep. Before dawn, the two got up and started daily profound energy cultivation!

With the breathing of the two, one strong and one thin body, the blue light gradually weakened and strengthened, like a firefly in the night, very strange.

The morning sun broke, and the knife got up to eat. It is hard to imagine how awkward a man such a tall and mighty man would look when he was busy in the kitchen. But the knife has been cooking for many years, and the meals made by his sturdy hands are extremely delicious.

Xiao Lang didn't go to help or anything. He got used to it all these years. Xiaodao himself had to insist on repaying Xiao Lang for saving him and repaying his aunt for teaching him martial arts. Xiao Lang regarded him as his own brother, and among the brothers, many things are not so particular, just understand each other.

Xiao Lang continued to cultivate profound energy. Although he only had one day, he still felt that it would be good if he could be stronger! The ten western martial arts league must win, and Feng Lingdan must win!

Xiao Lang had been cultivating for the whole day, Xiaodao never asked a word about Xiao Lang going to Huofeng City, his aunt was extremely silent, and Xiao Lang didn't say a word. This peculiar three people seem to have formed a kind of tacit understanding. They don't talk much, but they understand and trust each other.

At the dawn of the next day, Xiao Lang got up, did not go to the backyard to practice, and left quietly on his little donkey. He did not say goodbye to his aunt with the knife, and the two did not get up to send him off.

It wasn't until Xiao Lang's figure disappeared into the morning mist in the dream that the gate of the yard opened. A man as strong as an elephant pushed a beautiful woman out. There was no worry in their eyes. The knife was silent, but the aunt was silent. With a blinding look in his eyes, a person muttered to himself: "I, Xiao Qingyi, a peerless genius who has cultivated for 17 years, will become famous? I don't know if he was exposed to the world so early. Is this decision right or wrong? ?"