Heaven-devouring Sword Emperor

While Loong Che and the others were hiding in the dark and observing the situation, a familiar figure floated over.    

"Hehe, Wu HaiLoong, are all the people of Heavenly Martial Hall so shameless?"    

This person, who was wearing a blue robe, landed beside the Purple Eyebrows Heaven-inverting Python. He was in a situation where he was at odds with Wu HaiLoong and the others.    

"Junior disciple Yan Lang? Why is this daredevil here all of a sudden?"    

The blue-clothed disciple was none other than Yan Lang.    

He was a disciple of the Desolate Martial Hall. At this moment, Huang Feixiao was the first to ask this question.    

Loong Che's eyes narrowed when he saw him.    

He had met this Yan Lang once before, so he wasn't unfamiliar with him.    

"Hehe, this junior brother Yan Lang was called here by me. If he can lure the disciples of Heavenly Martial Hall away... Won't it be easier for us to attack him now? "    

Tang Qinglian flipped her jade-like hand and a Sound Transmitting Symbol appeared in her hand.    

"Junior Sister Tang has really thought it through."    

Looking at the Sound Transmitting Symbol in Tang Qinglian's hand, Huang Feixiao could not help but nod his head.    

It could be seen that... The relationship between the number one disciple of the Earthly Martial Hall and the Desolate Martial Hall was much more harmonious compared to the relationship with the disciples of the Heavenly Martial Hall.    

"Wu HaiLoong, this Purple Eyebrows Heaven-inverting Python was originally discovered by my senior brothers and sisters of the Earthly Martial Hall and the Desolate Martial Hall. But now, you guys have occupied this place. You guys are really shameless."    

At this moment, Yan Lang had a look of disdain on his face. He sneered at the disciples of the Internal Sect of Heavenly Martial Hall.    

"Hmph! Yan Lang, who do you think you are? How dare you guide our Senior Brother Wu here?!"    

Upon hearing Yan Lang's words, Wu HaiLoong didn't say anything. Instead, a disciple in green standing beside him stood out with an angry face.    

Loong Che was obviously familiar with this disciple when he saw him. He was none other than Zuo Ziyang.    

Today, it was really a narrow path for enemies...    

"Hehe, Zuo Ziyang, I didn't say anything about you. Get lost!"    

Zuo Ziyang's words didn't pose any threat to Yan Lang. Instead, he was looked down upon by Yan Lang.    

"Hehe, this guy is really arrogant and despotic. ... It's quite fun to have this guy in our Desolate Martial Hall..."    

Yan Lang's words made Tang Qinglian, who was hiding in the dark, speechless. She couldn't help but bend her waist and laugh.    

"This fits his character quite well..."    

Loong Che also said in a soft voice.    

"He actually dared to appear there alone? Isn't he afraid that Wu HaiLoong and the others will join forces?"    

Although Huang Feixiao was amused, he was obviously worried about Yan Lang's safety.    

After all, Wu HaiLoong's side had a dozen people, and each of them had an extraordinary cultivation level.    

As for Yan Lang, he was the only one who was caught. If he was caught, no one would know that he was killed in the depths of Hunting Grounds.    

"You! Yan Lang, senior disciple Wu HaiLoong is the most outstanding disciple in the Southern Xia Martial Palace besides Senior Brother Qing Tianzi. How dare you be so arrogant here today? You are courting death! "    

Zuo Ziyang's face was as red as a pig's liver. Killing intent spread out from his body without any restraint.    

Although Zuo Ziyang's cultivation level couldn't compare to Wu HaiLoong's cultivation level, he was still an elite disciple.    

At this moment, Yan Lang was looking down on him, and it made his heart burn with anger!    

"Hmph, you dare to touch one of them? Do you believe that I will alert the enemy and infuriate this Purple Eyebrows Heaven-inverting Python, causing all of you to be unable to bear the consequences?!"