Chapter 28 Wolf Tribe Xu Zhenfeng
Lang Wentian had already known that Xu Zhenfeng was coming behind him. When he heard him say this, he couldn't help but frown. He ignored Xu Zhenfeng and didn't look back.
He just said to Feng Ling and Zhao Zhuangzhou in mid-air: "The little demon from my demon clan is only at the first level of the Yellow Rank. Do you really want to send a first-level Yellow Rank human cultivator to compete with the first-level Yellow Rank of my demon clan?"
When Xu Zhenfeng spoke to Lang Wentian, he did not use any secret magic, nor did he know how to use it, so Feng Ling and Zhao Zhuangzhou heard his words.
The two of them looked at Xu Zhenfeng behind Lang Wentian and found that he was indeed a little wolf demon of the first level of the yellow rank.
He is just a little wolf demon at the first level of the yellow rank, but he can actually wear the armor of his personal soldiers, and it seems that he has a close relationship with Lang Wentian.
This little wolf demon must be a close disciple of Lang Wentian's clan. He left the Demon Mountain secretly that day and was discovered and chased by humans. Only Lang Wentian was so reckless and wanted to take him back to the Demon Mountain.
Hearing that the demon general Lang Wentian actually knew how to use words to trick them, they meant that the little wolf demon was of the first level of yellow rank, and the human race must send out cultivators of the first level of yellow rank to fight against it.
How can this be?
It can be said that within the two levels of Huangxuan, if the human cultivators do not have powerful magic weapons, they have almost no chance of winning when fighting against the demons of the same level.
"Humph, Lang Wentian, are you kidding? That day, this little demon from your demon race was able to escape the pursuit of more than 20 Huangxuan Rank 2 cultivators. With such strength, how could a Huangxuan Rank 1 cultivator of my human race be able to defeat him?"
Zhao Zhuangzhou said impatiently.
Feng Ling also nodded, and continued with Zhao Zhuangzhou's words: "In short, the cultivators sent by my human race are in the yellow level realm, and will never cross the level to bully you demon race."
Lang Wentian listened to the two humans singing the same tune and making such shameless words as letting the human yellow rank nine fight against the demon yellow rank one so high-soundingly.
He was so angry that the demonic energy in his body could no longer be suppressed and expanded outwards. A layer of black air spread out from his body, and then gathered back into his body.
Xu Zhenfeng still didn’t understand Lang Wentian’s personality, but he knew that most of the monsters were reckless and irritable.
He was afraid that Lang Wentian would get angry and jump out of the city gate to fight with the two human elders.
He hurriedly took a step forward and said to Lang Wentian, "General, let me give it a try. Let them set a rule. Let's do it at the gate of the city, or... in Weng City. Both sides send out their opponents. No other demons will be left in Weng City. The battle will continue until the winner is decided."
"Okay, this little demon is quite responsible. He is worthy of being the rising star of your wolf demon clan. We humans have no objection to him fighting alone. We will do as you demon clan says."
Before Lang Wentian could reply, Feng Ling had already taken the lead and confirmed Xu Zhenfeng's words.
Lang Wentian turned around at this time and glared at Xu Zhenfeng fiercely, "When this general is speaking, do you have the right to interrupt me, little demon?"
Xu Zhenfeng lowered his head quickly and said, "I know I am wrong. Please punish me, General."
"Lang Wentian, stop acting here. You used your magic outside the Demon Mountain, which was wrong in the first place. If you don't give us humans an explanation today, even if we can't decide the winner, we will respectfully ask the Great Yue Saint to personally ask your Demon King for an explanation."
When Feng Ling spoke again, there was a threat in his words.
That means, either the younger generations come out and fight, or the two of them fight with Lang Wentian.
Even if they cannot win, they will go back to Dayue and ask the Heavenly Saint to come out and directly question the Demon King.
Moreover, Feng Ling thought, he and Zhao Zhuangzhou both used their most powerful magic weapons. To fight a wolf, even if they couldn't win, they would definitely not lose, at most it would be a draw.
There was a high probability that he could beat Lang Wentian severely in front of these demon soldiers and generals in front of Jianfengling Pass. This would not only enhance the prestige of the human race, but also dampen the mentality of the demon race.
Lang Wentian's demonic power was depleted by half because of Xu Zhenfeng the day before, and it has not been fully restored yet, so it is naturally no problem for him to defeat Feng Ling.
But if Zhao Zhuangzhou attacked together, the battle between the two men and the monster could easily be dragged into a long-distance battle. What's more, Confucian methods are best at control.
If a fight really breaks out, Zhao Zhuangzhou will be in remote control. It is obvious that Feng Ling's flying sword is no ordinary item. If he uses the flying sword to attack from a distance, I am afraid that Lang Wentian's demonic power will be exhausted before he gets close to the two humans.
Lang Wentian’s expression became increasingly ugly.
Xu Zhenfeng gritted his teeth and bowed to Lang Wentian again and whispered, "General, please let me try."
After he finished speaking, he raised his head, met Lang Wentian's gaze, and nodded slightly with a confident look on his face.
Lang Wentian looked at Xu Zhenfeng and pondered for a long while, then turned to Feng Ling and the others and said, "Okay, we will stay in Weng City. Only one of you is allowed to enter Weng City, and he is the only one from my demon clan who will fight."
"Okay, it's settled."
Feng Ling clapped his hands. He was not afraid at all what the demons would do to the human cultivators he sent to fight in Weng City.
The demons don’t dare.
Feng Ling and Zhao Zhuangzhou returned to the group of human cultivators they brought with them and began to select human cultivators to fight.
Lang Wentian personally took Xu Zhenfeng down the city wall and came to the stone gate leading to Weng City. When the stone gate of Weng City slowly opened, he patted Xu Zhenfeng on the shoulder.
Xu Zhenfeng only felt his body sink. His personal armor was replaced by Lang Wentian's own black sky armor.
Then, Lang Wentian handed his magic sword to Xu Zhenfeng.
"The human race has always been despicable. They will certainly send Xuan-level cultivators to suppress their level and enter Weng City to fight you. However, even Xuan-level cultivators cannot break this Black Sky Armor. You just need to fight him. As long as you exhaust his magic, he will lose."
After finishing speaking, Lang Wentian hesitated for a moment, and then warned: "Save your own life first. If possible, just injure the human cultivator severely, and try not to hurt his life."
Xu Zhenfeng nodded. It seemed that Lang Wentian was not as careless and reckless as he had imagined.
After the gate of Weng City was opened, Xu Zhenfeng, wearing black sky armor and holding a magic sword, walked into Weng City.
Then, the city gate slowly closed again.
On the other side, the city gate opened a crack, and a Taoist disciple wearing a Taoist robe and holding a long sword walked in from the crack in the city gate.
After the man entered Wengcheng, the city gate was closed again.
Lang Wentian returned to the city wall and looked down from the upper city road of Weng City.
Feng Ling and Zhao Zhuangzhou rose to the air again and looked down at the situation in Weng City.
However, when Lang Wentian saw the long sword in the human cultivator’s hand, he felt a surge of rage in his heart.
The long sword in the human cultivator's hand was actually the one Feng Ling had stepped on before. It was obvious at a glance that it was not an ordinary flying sword.
And the Taoist robe he was wearing was swaying and shining brightly. It must be an extremely rare Taoist magic weapon, probably not inferior to his Black Sky Armor.
Lang Wentian glared at Feng Ling and snorted coldly.
Feng Ling looked at Weng Chengzhong expressionlessly and said, "You can start now. Since we are fighting alone, it doesn't matter if we kill or injure anyone."
He wanted to have his own sect's monks kill this little wolf demon, who had a close relationship with Lang Wentian, in Weng City.
The Taoist monk who appeared to be at the ninth level of the Yellow Rank was actually at the third level of the Profound Rank.
For thousands of years, in order to lure and kill the demons, almost every cultivator and monk in the human race has practiced this kind of spell that suppresses the level.
It is said that there was a Taoist monk who practiced this magic to the pinnacle, and was even able to suppress two great levels. He used it to lure and kill many monsters who were about to reach the earth level and become great monsters.
As a result, the number and strength of the big monsters in the monster race have been declining again and again.
Lang Wentian had already made plans. If anything went wrong and Xu Zhenfeng's life was in danger, he would fly down to Wengcheng and rescue Xu Zhenfeng no matter what.
If the human race wanted to find the demon king to question him, then let him do it. The worst that could happen to him was that he would be reprimanded by the demon king and transferred to another border town.
I am a little reluctant to part with this guy Shi Tong. They have been partners in guarding the border town for more than a hundred years.
If he were to be transferred by the Demon King, Shi Tong would definitely not go with him.
When Lang Wentian was feeling confused, the human cultivator in Weng City had already raised his sword towards Xu Zhenfeng and said to him with contempt, "Human cultivator from the Dao Sect, Lu Zhangyuan."
Xu Zhenfeng also raised his demon sword, "Demon clan Xu Zhenfeng."
As soon as he uttered this sentence, a sharp magical force suddenly burst out from the long sword in the hand of Lu Zhangyuan opposite him and flew towards Xu Zhenfeng's face.
Xu Zhenfeng was a human in his previous life, and a scheming and inward-looking one at that. Naturally, he was prepared for this kind of sudden attack.
He turned his body to the side and chopped towards the magical energy with the magic sword in his hand. As the magic sword chopped down, the magic power in his body also gathered into the magic sword.
Only a crisp clanging sound was heard, but it was clear that their swords did not touch.
However, when his demonic power and Lu Zhangyuan's magical power intersected, a sound like the collision of sharp weapons was still heard in the air.
As soon as this voice sounded, Feng Ling and Zhao Zhuangzhou in the air both changed their expressions slightly.
Only Lang Wentian was still looking down with a cold expression.