Accompanied by the sound of the sports car engine roaring, Jueying appeared in everyone's sight. This was Chu Lang's car, and everyone also turned their attention to it.

"Chu Lang, you are finally here! Today is your death date!"

Liu Qianyu also came at this time and said with a cold expression.

In the eyes of everyone, Chu Lang walked out of Jueying, and Liu Qianqian naturally followed.

"Is this Chu Lang?

The legendary young man who relies on Liu Qianqian to make a fuss?”

"Oh, look at this little white-faced life, it's really comfortable. I've driven Bugatti."

"That's right? Who made Mr. Yun and the Third Master admire Liu Qianqian? But then again, Chu Lang's skill in eating soft food is really perfect. Why don't we have such good luck?"

"Ahhh, this is a man's shame! It's embarrassing!"

With Liu Qianqian and Chu Lang appearing together, many men around him stared at Chu Lang and said loudly.

"You are right. Chu Lang is just a slutty little guy! And he is so at ease that he is ashamed to eat!"

"Not only did he eat a soft meal, he also relied on his second sister to be favored by Young Master Yun and Third Master, and he specifically caused trouble everywhere. Otherwise, he would not have the courage to challenge the top ten sword saints of Yang Kingdom!"

"Didn't Chu Lang rely on his despicable means to use no one dares to say it?

But I, Liu Qianyu, can't stand it anymore. Today I must reveal Chu Lang's ugly face."

Liu Qianyu also stood up at this time, appeared in front of countless media microphones and cameras, and said righteously.

"Oh! Qianqian, why is your eldest sister so ignorant of being grateful?"

Chu Lang glanced at Liu Qianyu helplessly, and then said to Liu Qianqian beside him.

"Don't save her next time. It's not worth it. I don't have this relative."

Liu Qianqian also said a little angry.

Chu Lang nodded slightly and his eyes fell on Yang Kingdom.

The top ten sword saints, the Shenmeng Yidao and Hechuan Ancient have been solved, and now there are eight sword saints left.

Finally, Chu Lang turned his gaze on Mo Wu.

In this situation, when we meet in this identity, we will meet each other in a brief embarrassment and confusion, and we will nod and show our respects.

"This is the girl Wangyue Mowu you told me?"

Liu Qianqian naturally noticed Chu Lang's gaze, glanced at Mo Wu, and asked Chu Lang.

"Well, but her master will still die today."

Chu Lang frowned and nodded.

Without waiting for Liu Qianqian to speak, Chu Lang came directly to the middle of the open space.

"Chu Lang, you used despicable means to kill the Sword Saint of Yang Kingdom and insulted the Bushido of Yang Kingdom. Your crime should be punished!"

"However, our Yang Kingdom has always been open-minded and not as despicable as you. Therefore, we don't need eight people to hit you alone. We give you a chance, one-on-one with you, and let you have three moves!"

"And, I'll give you the chance to challenge you too. Tell me, which sword saint do you want to challenge the most?"

A thin old man, who was nearly fifty years old, glanced at Chu Lang indifferently and said disdainfully.

"Moji, my time is very precious, you guys go there together."

Chu Lang glanced at the old man indifferently and said.

"Mad! It's really crazy! It's too crazy!"

"Are you mistaken? It's really true?

How old is Chu Lang?

Just want to fight against the eight sword saints alone with one person?”

Mo Wu said with two cups of tea in her hand.
Chapter completed!