Chapter 207 Don’t Even Think About Touching Shen Lang

The more they talked, the more excited and excited they became. They even began to plan to wait for Shen Lang outside the boundary gate, preparing to line up to scatter flowers, beat gongs and drums, and hold a grand welcome ceremony for him.

"Senior Brother Shen Lang, you should be able to ascend successfully in the future, right?"

"That's for sure!" Everyone agreed in unison.

The brothers and sisters are all here looking forward to it with great joy, imagining that one day in the future, Shen Lang will be able to successfully ascend.

By then, they would have a solid backer in the fairy world.

In the future, maybe I can be like these disciples of the Tiandao Alliance and act freely in this world of cultivation without any scruples.

No more looking at other people’s faces, no more worrying about being bullied and oppressed.

But just when everyone in Lingxiao Jiange was immersed in a joyous atmosphere, suddenly, a discordant voice jumped out without warning, like a bucket of cold water poured on the head, which greatly ruined the scenery.

"Don't start dreaming about those ridiculous dreams so early, and don't say your words so early. Your senior brother Shen Lang may not be able to survive until that time." The man said in a sinister manner, his face full of ridicule. and disdain.

"What does it matter no matter how outstanding your talent is? Sometimes, the fickleness of fate will not be particularly merciful just because your talent is high, and your life may not last as long as you imagine."

He continued to speak coldly, and those harsh words pierced everyone's hearts like sharp arrows.

What is the difference between these words and a vicious curse?

When the disciples of Lingxiao Sword Pavilion heard this, they were instantly furious. They immediately glared at this man and looked at him coldly: "Zhou Ming?"

"Why is your mouth so foul-smelling? You must have swallowed feces before going out, right? Otherwise, how could you say such disgusting words!" A disciple yelled angrily.

"The last person who dared to slander Shen Lang like this was your eldest brother Zhou Kai, but now he has..." When another disciple said this, he snorted coldly, his eyes filled with contempt.

"I see that you haven't learned a single lesson from your elder brother Zhou Kai. Don't think that you can do whatever you want with the support of the Zhou family!"

The disciples of Lingxiao Sword Pavilion spoke to each other, with their menacing postures, and the saliva spitted out by everyone could drown Zhou Min.

Zhou Kai was dead, and Zhou Ming, as the second legitimate son of the Zhou family, naturally ascended to the throne.

Now, he has gradually been able to gain access to some core secrets and important information within the family.

Just yesterday, he overheard a secret conversation between Elder Zhou Xin and his father, saying that Shen Lang would never return today.

Therefore, even at this moment when he was facing the siege from the disciples of Lingxiao Jiange, he still had a tough mouth and said with a pinched neck:

"You can make irresponsible remarks as you please, just wait and see, you will cry sometimes!"

These disciples are still young, have little experience, are simple-minded, and do not think too much.

But when Xing Tianzi heard Zhou Ming's vowing tone, he vaguely felt that something was not right.

Could it be that Shen Lang's performance this time was so outstanding that someone had evil intentions and wanted to harm Shen Lang? The more Xing Tianzi thought about it, the more likely he felt that this was possible.

When he thought of this possibility, Xingtianzi did not dare to delay for a moment and immediately set off to rush outside the boundary gate.

He secretly swore in his heart: No one should even think about touching his apprentice!

Not only that, Xing Tianzi also deliberately called Murong Wendao, the head of the Dark Emperor Sect, and lied to him without any guilt:

"I just heard them talking privately, saying that the Tiandao Alliance may be cruel to the disciples who have gained something in the stele space this time. We cannot take it lightly. It is best to take precautions in advance, just in case. "

Xing Tianzi said it vividly, as if it was true.

Thanks to Shen Lang, Murong Jian first successfully lit up the three scales of the formation path stone tablet with his own efforts and talent. Then he mustered up the courage to attack the sword path stone tablet, and finally clicked on it after a difficult attempt. Four layers of scales lighted up.

Although it is a pity that he failed to achieve the goal of clearing the customs, he also received the corresponding precious inheritance as he wished.

These inheritances will undoubtedly be a valuable asset for his future spiritual practice.

Murong Wendao knew very well that these people in the Tiandao Alliance had always been narrow-minded. Even if there was a slight suspicion, they would remember it in their hearts. They would definitely look for opportunities to retaliate in the future, and they would always be willing to pay with every penny and penny.

Therefore, in order to ensure that nothing went wrong, he did not dare to slack off at all and mobilized several heads to go together.

On the surface, everyone seemed to be passing by together in a relaxed and happy manner.

However, under the seemingly calm and happy surface, there is a tight string deep in everyone's heart.

Zhou Xin had already arranged for the other three Supreme Elders to ambush in secret places, and they were only waiting for the moment when the realm gate opened.

However, when he turned around, he was shocked to find that the heads and elders of each sect were all coming together in groups.

For a moment, he was completely confused and at a loss.

"Why are you all here?" Zhou Xin's eyes widened, his face full of disbelief, and his tone was full of doubts and confusion.

"Can't we come?" A leader looked directly at Zhou Xin with a hint of questioning in his tone.

"No, I mean..." Zhou Xin panicked for a moment, and was a little incoherent for a moment.

Dense beads of sweat began to appear on his forehead, and his eyes became erratic.

He thought to himself: What should I do? With so many people present, how can I take down Shen Lang quietly at this moment? Thinking of this, Zhou Xin became more and more anxious.

Under the seemingly calm appearance outside, in fact, undercurrents have long been surging.

Inside the stone tablet space, Shen Lang's process of accepting inheritance has gradually come to an end.

He keenly felt that the spirit of the formation stele seemed to be quite talkative and liked to communicate, so he took the opportunity to ask:

"Before, the senior spirit of the alchemy stele had implicitly revealed that this world might not be able to support it for too long. I would like to ask, is the human race about to encounter some kind of huge disaster?"

Shen Lang looked serious, his eyes full of worry and exploration.

"So what? With your current level of cultivation, if you really encounter a great disaster, you will only die if you rush forward rashly."

The spirit of the formation monument had no idea what euphemism was, and the way he spoke was extremely straightforward, without any roundabout meaning.

Shen Lang couldn't help but show a little helplessness on his face when he heard it.

"No matter what, you have to let me know who the enemy is, and who cut off the ladder to heaven in the first place."