Meng Lang, who was dressed in a red outfit, stood with his hands behind his hands and looked at Yang Chen coldly.
"If you have something to say, don't be pretentious."
"I'm here to compete, I don't have time to cooperate with you and show off."
Yang Chen looked at Meng Lang's red clothes. The more he looked at it, the more sissy he felt, and he immediately shouted coldly.
The Kunlun Mountain disciples in the audience, hearing that Yang Chen was so arrogant, stood up one after another and started talking among themselves.
"Are all of you from Kunlun Sect so aggressive?"
"What, do you want to do something? Come on."
On the Longhu Mountain side, Yuan Lang and Situ Jing also rolled up their sleeves and began to curse at the Kunlun Mountain disciples. The scene suddenly fell into chaos.
On the glass plate, Cang Long frowned and glanced at Zhang Longhu.
Zhang Longhu didn't seem to care, he flirted with Ye Huayue in public, and didn't take it to heart at all.
"quiet!"
Cang Long couldn't help but shout loudly, and his powerful voice spread throughout the Kunlun Palace, and everyone suddenly fell silent.
On stage.
Ye Susu subconsciously stood next to Yang Chen and said in a low voice: "Yang Chen, Meng Lang is the most talented disciple in Kunlun Mountain for refining weapons! If you can't win, you have to marry me!"
"Then I have to work hard."
Yang Chen glanced at Ye Susu lightly and said.
"you!"
Ye Susu's face dropped to freezing point, and she clenched her pink fists tightly.
"Did you kill my senior brother?"
Meng Lang squinted his eyes and looked at Yang Chen with murderous intent.
"What? You want to follow your senior brother?"
Yang Chen asked lightly.
"Yang Chen, I know that you are the new leader of Longhu Mountain and a strong man in the Golden Core stage."
"But today's competition is about weapon refining!"
"You have no chance of defeating me!"
Meng Lang said with a sneer on his lips.
"Are you people in Kunlun Mountain so confident? Or are you just blindly arrogant and like a frog in a well?"
Yang Chen said.
"That being the case, does Sect Master Yang dare to make a bet against me?"
Meng Lang clenched his fists tightly, and hot spiritual energy surged through his body: "If you, Longhu Mountain, don't even have the courage to do so, you can just admit defeat."
"The provoking method is of no use to me."
"But I like the feeling of winning, especially the feeling of crushing the Kunlun Sect, which is known as the first sect."
Yang Chen shrugged his shoulders: "Since you Kunlun Sect people want to be embarrassed, you tell me what to do."
"Of course it's a weapon refining!"
"If you lose, I want you to kneel down in public, apologize to the soul of my senior brother in the name of the sect master of Longhu Mountain, and abolish your cultivation!"
Meng Lang said decisively.
"Playing so hard?"
Hearing this, Yang Chen raised his eyes slightly and said with a smile: "Then what if you lose?"
"What do you want?"
Meng Lang said with a cold face, the confidence in his eyes seemed to say that he would never lose.
"Propose to Elder Zuo Qiu of the Bliss Sect."
Yang Chen glanced at the old woman Zuo Qiu who had always had a cold face in the crowd, and immediately a playful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
As soon as these words came out, the whole audience was shocked, and all their eyes fell on Zuo Qiu.
"What the hell is your apprentice doing?"
Ye Huayue frowned slightly and looked at Zhang Longhu.
"Don't worry, this guy does things in a measured way."
Zhang Longhu suppressed his laughter and said with a serious face.
"puff……"
Li Xiaoran couldn't help laughing when he heard Yang Chen's words.
"Junior brother, this is too damaging."
"Look at Zuo Qiu's face, it's redder than a monkey's butt."
Yuan Lang burst out laughing.
"Sect Master Yang, don't go too far!"
Zuo Qiu shouted angrily.
"Elder Zuo, I don't mean any offense. I just want to find you a handsome young man to accompany you until you grow old."
"Meng Lang, I wonder if you dare?"
"If you don't dare, just kowtow and get out."
Yang Chen squinted his eyes, looked at Meng Lang, and said.
"good!"
Meng Lang gritted his teeth and glanced at Zuo Qiu, an old woman with a wrinkled face, and felt a little scared. But thinking that his weapon refining skills had reached the pinnacle, it would be easy to win this competition.
"Now, I announce that the second game has officially begun."
"The time is two hours!"
At this moment, Cang Long waved his sleeves, and everyone's eyes fell on the stage.
As a disciple of the Iron Fist Sect, Tiesheng is also quite proficient in the art of refining weapons. He has already started to use spiritual energy to light a fire and control the temperature first.
"Master Cang, look at all the disciples of your Kunlun Sect who have replaced the furnace cauldrons. Is it possible that I can also use mine?"
Yang Chen took his time, raised his head and smiled.
Meng Lang, who had just used fire-attribute spiritual energy to light up the furnace, also raised his head and stared at Yang Chen.
"nature!"
Cang Long frowned slightly and said.
"This guy still has a furnace?"
Zhang Longhu also muttered in disbelief.
Whoosh!
The next moment, with a huge fluctuation of spiritual energy, in front of Yang Chen, the Xuanhuang Cauldron flew out from the storage bag and landed heavily in front of Yang Chen, with waves of mysterious spiritual energy fluctuations.
"What?"
Canglong and others looked at the cauldron in front of Yang Chen and stood up in shock.
"Where did this kid... get a spiritual weapon-level furnace?"
Zhang Longhu felt that the cigarette in his hand was no longer fragrant.