The prefecture-level forces represent the first-rate forces in the immortal-level titled empire.

They may be able to overwhelm a region, or they may be able to dominate the birth and death of a titled empire. They are even more powerful at the pinnacle of the earth level. They have immortal-level inheritance and are immortal ancestors who have successfully ascended through transitional tribulations.

They are arrogant, and they are behemoths respected by countless monks and countless forces.

But now, a force appears and slaps them hard.

The Langmeng is like a husky that has blended into a pack of wolves. It has no sphere of influence and no heritage. It is like an organization made by a group of monks eating melon seeds. It is actually on an equal footing with them. How can the forces tolerate this?

Almost as soon as the news was released.

The Langmeng has become the public enemy of power!

Almost all forces believe that the Langmeng is not worthy!

Originally, it was okay for Lang Meng to be a coward and be scolded by all the forces.

Unexpectedly, the Langmeng actually jumped out and expressed their willingness to accept any challenge except force. This arrogant appearance immediately caused a group of forces to explode again.

"Crazy, really too crazy!"

"A small force, wherever there is crazy capital, let me suppress it!"

"If you ask for a hammer, you will get a hammer. The Lang Alliance is about to end. Look at me, Mr. Tiger, stepping on the Lang Alliance!"

All the forces were furious. The top forces in Hongmeng Continent were once again stirred up by An Bulang.

At this time, Langmeng was stationed inside.

The storm is coming.

The friends in Langmeng all looked at An Bulang in shock.

They were already anxious because they were trapped in a whirlpool of power levels that were not worthy of the name.

As a result, their alliance leader actually thought the fire was not big enough and added more fire...

It's like a weak young man said to a group of muscular men: Hot chicken, come and beat me!

this……

"Should I say that you really deserve to be the leader of the Lang Alliance?" Yun Qingyu laughed out loud. She didn't know whether it was out of anger or because she really thought it was funny.

"It's over, I feel like we're done..." Su Huohuo was extremely pessimistic.

An Bulang crossed his hands, his eyes were deep, and he smiled: "This is an excellent opportunity for us to gain experience and make money..."

"I'm still trying to make money. Whether I can survive or not remains to be seen..."

"Don't underestimate the world's heroes."

“What should I do if I want to withdraw from the competition?”

The friends were panicked, but An Bulang was still cheering them up.

Rumble…

There was a violent roar outside.

Red clouds cover the sky.

A man with an extremely powerful aura and a burning red body came from the void.

"Beixing Sect, Pang Bo, come here to ask for advice!"

The man's voice was like the roar of an ancient ferocious beast. If it weren't for the peerless formation covering the top of the mountain, this roar could collapse the entire thousand-foot-high mountain.

An Bulang walked out slowly and glanced at the man gently.

"Pang Bo, right? Tell me, what do you want to compare?" the young man said slowly.

"I know your divine fire is very powerful." The man restrained his flames.

He looked at the young man, and there seemed to be a ball of flames in his eyes, and said: "But what I am here for today is to compete with you in terms of physical body, to see whose body is stronger! An Bulang, do you dare to fight?"

"It's okay to fight. The key is the bet. What are you betting on us?" An Bulang leaned on the chair and said lazily.

"What are you betting on..." Pang Bo suddenly took out 100,000 spirit stones from the ring and threw it on the ground, "I am a relatively vulgar person, so I will bet on 100,000 spirit stones. If I lose, I will give you the money.

If I win, you will immediately dissolve the Lang Alliance and publicly apologize!"

An Bulang looked at the money on the ground, his eyes lit up slightly, and he smiled: "I just like such down-to-earth people..."

"But..." An Bulang suddenly showed disdain again, raised his eyebrows at Pang Bo, and sneered, "It's only a hundred thousand, and you want to challenge our Lang League? Our Lang League is a prefecture-level force, and you are above us.

Just give us a hundred thousand spiritual stones to send us away? We don’t even bother to win your little money!”

"You...!" Pang Bohu's eyes widened and he was a little angry, "You don't dare to compete!"

An Bulang raised five fingers: "One price, five hundred thousand spirit stones, do you dare?"

"This..." Pang Bo took a breath. He doesn't have much cash. Half a million spirit stones are already half of his assets. If he loses..."

Su Huohuo held his sword at the side and sneered: "You can't even bring out five hundred thousand spirit stones, how dare you challenge my Langmeng? Look at how poor you are!!"

"Damn it, I just refuse to accept it today!" Pang Bo threw out the fifty spirit stones, "People from Langmeng, if any of you dare to compare with my physical strength, just come!!"

An Bulang picked up 500,000 spirit stones and stood up with a smile on his face: "I compare with you, Langmeng's first fund was successfully obtained!"

After saying that, he threw the money towards Mo Shi.

Mo Shi here is most suitable for managing Langmeng's money.

Because no matter who is unlucky, she will not be unlucky. On the contrary, she can also use various chances and coincidences to increase her practice resources in the precepts. This method of managing money based on the law of cause and effect is very suitable for Langmeng!

"Okay! I just want to compete with you!"

"An Bulang, you will pay the price for your ignorance!"

A large number of flaming dragon scales suddenly appeared on Pang Bo's body, and his cultivation level exploded. Every dragon scale on his body was like a pure white crystal, looking bright and extremely hard.

"Did you see it? This is the hell dragon scale I obtained in the Nine-Level Hell in the Forbidden Land. It is extremely hard. Even the strong men of the Shenlong clan don't have such powerful dragon scales!"

These words made Nalan Jinli on the side wrinkle her delicate nose.

An Bulang was amused: "Dragon scales? I happen to have them too!"

After saying that, he performed the Dragon Scale Transformation of the Nine Transformations of the Dragon.

The superimposed purple dragon scales are unpredictable, full of mystery and power.

Pang Bo's expression changed, but he still snorted: "Come on, let's see who has tougher skin!"

After saying that, he took out his heavenly magic weapon, the Mad Dragon Heavenly Sword!

"Heavenly Mandate, slay the mad dragon!"

After saying that, the Mad Dragon Sky Sword came down from the sky with a terrifying edge, like a killing dragon, hitting Pang Bo's scale-covered body, and shook Pang Bo's body, but there was no scar on his skin.

The physical body can resist heaven-level magic weapons!

"Do you dare to try?" Pang Bo looked at An Bulang and sneered.

An Bulang stretched out his arms: "Come on!"

"Heavenly Mandate, slay the mad dragon!"

Pang Bo chopped it down without mercy, and then with a sound of a mud cow falling into the sea, all the sharp edges disappeared.

Pang Bo's expression changed drastically: "How is that possible..."

"The heavenly magic weapon is too rubbish... Nalan Jinli, let me lend you the Prison Suppressing Dragon Spear!"

Nalan Jinli threw the Prison Suppressing Dragon Spear, which was as sharp as a treasure, and its sharpness immediately shocked the world.

Although it is not driven by the power of the dragon, its pure sharpness is enough to shake the world.

An Bulang opened his arms to welcome the sharp edge of the Prison Suppressing Dragon Spear.

Even Nalan Jinli was frightened by this scene: "Bulang, be careful! It's too fast!"

She knew very well how terrifying the edge of the Prison Suppressing Dragon Spear was.

boom!

A crisp sound.

The Prison Suppressing Dragon Spear collided with the purple dragon scales, making a crisp sound.

"Blocked... blocked?" Nalan Jinli was surprised, but also breathed a sigh of relief.

"Hmph, but that's the case, I'll come too!" Seeing that An Bulang was fine, Pang Bo also threw the Prison Suppressing Dragon Spear into the sky, and then opened his steel body.

"I suggest you stick to the side, otherwise you will be seriously injured if you take the gun." An Bulang suggested.

"Stop talking nonsense! Stop looking down on others!" Pang Bo sneered.

Poof!

The Prison Suppressing Dragon Spear penetrated Pang Bo's chest, with little hindrance...

"Ah...!!!" Pang Bo was bleeding profusely and lying on the ground rolling.

In this way, a challenger who didn't know the heights of the sky was carried down...
To be continued...