Chapter 221: You All Want Tang Chen to Die, but I’m Afraid You Don’t Have the Strength Yet

It is normal for Hanling Sword Palace to doubt Tang Chen's fighting power.

In the eyes of ordinary people, strength is often linked to realm.

They did not know Tang Chen before, and they did not know much about those rumors, so they thought so.

Tang Chen did not care too much about this scene.

First, Tang Chen is in a good mood now.

Second, Hanling Sword Palace has no ill intentions.

Third, he also wants to use their hands to lure out the demon spirit.

It's just mutual benefit, there is no need to be too stingy.

"Mr. Tang, is it really okay?"

The Lord of Youlian Palace has two meanings in this sentence.

One is to worry about Tang Chen's safety.

The other is to worry about Tang Chen's fighting power.

Well...

Especially the former.

After all, such a beautiful face must not be in trouble.

Tang Chen smiled lightly and said: "Lord of Youlian Palace, Chunting is my friend. If you need help, I will definitely not refuse."

Kong Chunting's beautiful eyes are crystal clear, and her autumn eyes are full of tenderness. She smiled sweetly.

"In that case, please help the Cold Spirit Sword Palace!"

The Lord of the Lotus Palace trusted his disciples' judgment very much, and made a decision immediately without any doubt.

"Then I will bother the Lord for a few more days!" Tang Chen clasped his fists and replied.

Hearing this, the beauties of the Cold Spirit Sword Palace secretly clenched their pink fists, and their hearts beat violently.

It seemed that in their eyes, Tang Chen staying in the Cold Spirit Sword Palace for a few more days was more exciting than winning the sect debate!

"You and her are friends, so you and I are already relatives, why don't you help me?" Shi Ba was mighty and strong, but at this moment he was aggrieved like a young wife.

Shi Lingmei stomped her jade feet in anger.

Why does my brother always like to talk nonsense?

Of course, she felt happy when she heard it.

Gu Lin'er and Ye Qingrou rolled their eyes. This silly guy just liked to talk nonsense.

"Help me for nothing, I don't have the time." Tang Chen laughed and scolded.

Seeing this joyful atmosphere, Chi Huang and the other two smiled unconsciously and blended into it little by little.

Tang Chen noticed their expressions and smiled: "I'll take you around, everything will be fine."

"Okay." Chi Huang stroked his beard and smiled.

Chi Zheng and Chi Jin were happy, finally they could have a good time.

On the other side.

Although the Lord of Youlian Palace agreed, he was still a little worried.

Compared to this, Kong Chunting seemed very relaxed and put down the big stone in her heart directly.

The performance of the Juling Divine Sect was enough for her to remember for a lifetime.

Rather than worrying.

She was eager for the sect debate to come soon.

...

Huangzhou, Demon Thunder Sect.

The dull thunder echoed in the sky, accompanied by a roar from one person, venting endless anger.

The disciples of the Demon Thunder Sect in the Ten Thousand Wasteland Mountains returned, crying and telling about Ling Tong being tortured and killed.

In fact, he was killed instantly by a sword, without any painful process, it was just exaggerated.

"Master, you must avenge Senior Brother Ling Tong!"

"Before Senior Brother Ling Tong died, he never ruined the reputation of the Demon Thunder Sect, and fought with the thief until the last moment!"

"Senior Brother Ling Tong was handsome and handsome, and that person must be jealous of his appearance and killed him!"

These people cried and cried nonsense just to transfer their hatred to Tang Chen, so as to reduce their own guilt.

The master of the Demon Thunder Sect, Sun Jian, was full of anger and roared: "What is the name of the thief!"

"It seems that his surname is Tang, but I don't know his specific name. There are a group of slaves from the Cold Spirit Sword Palace around him!" The disciples cursed bitterly.

Sun Jian laughed in anger and said, "Okay, okay! I wanted to give you a chance, but these bitches don't know what's good for you. They dare to collude with the thieves to kill my beloved disciple. They are simply looking for death!"

The whole Huangzhou knows that Sun Jian is famous for his lust.

In the Demon Thunder Sect alone, he has more than a dozen female disciples who have been under the rule, not to mention his lovers outside.

In recent years, the Cold Spirit Sword Palace has been defeated twice in a row and its momentum is sluggish. Sun Jian wants to use the sect debate to oppress the Cold Spirit Sword Palace.

The purpose is to make the Lord of the Lotus Palace give in, so as to take her into his harem in one fell swoop.

But Sun Jian didn't expect that not only did the oppression fail, but he also lost his beloved disciple. It was really embarrassing.

"Master, I will avenge my junior brother."

At this time, a man appeared beside Sun Jian, with sword eyebrows and starry eyes, a black robe, and a deep voice like a ghost.

"Senior Brother Mo Du!"

The disciple who was half-kneeling on the ground shouted in surprise.

Mo Du, Sun Jian's proud student.

At the same time, he is also the most talented Tianjiao of the Demon Thunder Sect.

"Okay, this time, in the sect debate, you will finish off these bitches!" Although Sun Jian was angry, he smiled with relief when he saw that his eldest disciple was willing to help.

"Yes!" Mo Du clasped his fists heavily.

His lowered eyes showed a hint of disdain.

He and Ling Tong were originally competing for the position of the sect leader.

Once the latter died, the position of the sect leader would definitely fall to him.

"Junior brother, junior brother, just treat it as a gift from my senior brother, so that you can die with your eyes closed."

Mo Du sneered in his heart, and the position of the sect leader was already in his hands.

Boom!

Thunder suddenly rang out,

A figure landed in front of Sun Jian and hurriedly said: "Sect leader, someone from the King Snake Clan is here!"

Sun Jian and Mo Du frowned together.

Although the Demon Thunder Sect is the local snake in the Wasteland State, the King Snake Clan has existed for a longer time than them, and its foundation is not weaker at all.

Fortunately, the two get along well and there is not much grudge between them.

"Master, Silver Snake King was also struck by that Tang." The disciple of Demon Thunder Sect whispered.

Sun Jian and Mo Du were shocked.

At this time, the sky above Demon Thunder Sect was covered with dark clouds, and two figures stood on it, with angry faces.

"What wind brings you here, Jin Gu Laojun." Sun Jian gathered his mind and bowed in the air.

"My clan's treasure Silver Snake King died in the hands of a human, do you know about this?" Jin Gu Laojun asked angrily, holding a snake-headed staff in his hand, with silver hair like silk.

Sun Jian invited them into the main hall of the sect and sighed, "I just found out."

"I got the news that the human race also entered the Cold Spirit Sword Palace. A group of cheap women dared to protect the murderer!" Jin Gu Laojun knocked the ground with a snake-headed staff, his anger rising.

"Silver Snake Lord is dead, the clan leader is deeply hurt, and swears that man will sacrifice his clan brother's life!" Next to Jin Gu Laojun stood a man in a green robe, who was Qing Jiao Lord.

Both sides now have a goal, which is to kill Tang Chen.

The Hanling Sword Palace is also within the scope of elimination.

"I have a plan that can not only kill this boy, but also destroy the Hanling Sword Palace." Sun Jian sneered.

Jin Gu Laojun rolled his eyes and said coldly: "Are you talking about the sect debate?"

"That's right, as long as we forcefully invite this human surnamed Tang to fight, and then kill him, the Hanling Sword Palace will definitely have nothing to say, and then we will take action to defeat these bitches." Sun Jian said in a serious voice.

Jin Gu Laojun thought this method was very good, reasonable, legitimate, and there was no need to start a war.

"I'm afraid you don't have that strength yet!"

Suddenly, a cold and dark voice sounded in the hall.

The four people present trembled, their eyes and spiritual consciousness swept out, but they could not detect a single figure.

At this moment, a black shadow sat at the first seat in the hall, holding a cup of steaming hot tea in his hand.

This person was Mo Lingzi!