Demon Becoming the Lord

"thump!"

After a hundred laps, Xiao Ye's complexion had turned blue, and his body was constantly trembling, and his speed continued to slow down, but Xiao Lang continued to run wildly, sweating like rain.

After one hundred and twenty laps, Xiao Ye finally couldn't stand it anymore, his eyes went black and he rushed to the ground. Two huge iron piers crashed onto the floor in front of him, making a dull noise.

Xiao Lang turned his head and glanced lightly, smiled at the corner of his mouth, and continued to run wildly.

in fact!

Xiao Lang didn't mean to compare with Xiao Ye at all in his heart. He thought he was taking the initiative. For Xiao Lang, this was just the most common practice. Xiao Ye defeated the mid-level battle, and Xiao Lang did not have the slightest sense of pride, and continued to run wildly.

It is true that Xiao Ye's realm is higher than him, and his physical fitness is good, but Xiao Ye has forgotten one thing. Xiao Lang was not only a pervert with actual combat experience. He grew up in the mountains and constantly tempered his body every day, which also made his body strong to the point of horror. Otherwise, with so many scars on his body, his life would have been long ago.

Under the dumbfounded gaze of countless people, Xiao Lang ran thirty laps again before stopping, and apart from sweating profusely, he didn't even feel unable to catch his breath.

Xiao Ye was already sober, looking at Xiao Lang's gaze, the unkind gaze in his eyes became more obvious. Countless young girls looked at Xiao Lang with extremely enthusiastic gazes, all in the color of worship.

The strong can always make people feel like a mountain, and can defeat Zuo Ming in the battle commander realm when he is possessed by his soul. Able to get the first place in the hunting competition, the ability is overwhelming. For them, Xiao Lang was the strong.

Xiao Qinghu didn't show any sense of Xiao Lang's performance and Xiao Ye's fighting spirit, and sullenly shouted, "Take a rest for a while, wait and start practicing!"

Xiao Lang didn't sit down immediately, but walked slowly in the square for a while, allowing his body and blood to recover some, before sitting on a step to rest.

"Little waves, drink water!"

Two Xiao Lang's somewhat familiar children approached with a flattering smile, holding a water bottle in one hand, and handed it to Xiao Lang eagerly to look at him.

"Thank you!" Xiao Lang didn't want to bother, but thought of Xiao Fudie and Xiao Qingyi's instructions, took it, and said with a smile.

This young master looked about the same age as Xiao Lang, and the one next to him was a little more handsome, but it was a pity that this flattering attitude made them lose their color. He took Xiao Lang from the kettle and drank, and immediately said with a smile on his face: "Younger Lang, you are too polite, my name is Xiao Yaoying, this is my brother Xiao Dougou! My father's name is Xiao Qingse, my grandfather is Xiao Not old."

Xiao Lang was stunned and smiled: "How can I give you this name?"

Xiao Aoying was a little embarrassed and scratched his head and said, "When I was born, my father said that my qualifications were not good enough. In this life, I can only rely on the Xiao family as a young master. I took the eagle, and then my brother was born and simply took a dog fight, which made Lang rarely laugh..."

Xiao Lang glanced at the two brothers, and found that they were indeed flat. He didn't know whether it was a aptitude problem or was affected by his father. After pondering for a moment, Xiao Lang said cautiously: "I think Uncle Cyan is wrong. Whether a person can become a strong person is one aspect of his aptitude, but the hard work of the day after tomorrow is more important. It may be very pleasant to be a young master of an eagle fighting dog, but I If you play for five years and ten years, you will definitely regret not working hard enough now. If people want to get more, they must give more."

"Lang Shao's education is that we must work hard in the future!"

The two brothers, Xiao Aoying and Xiao Dougou, all face upright, repeatedly saying yes, with a look of being taught. Xiao Lang nodded secretly, adding to the goodwill of the two brothers.

Who knows, in the next moment, Xiao Aoying's complexion changed, and he leaned over and said in a low voice, "Young wave, do you have time at night? Recently, there have been a few top-quality women in the sky, all of whom are first-class goods. , I haven't got any **** yet. If Lang Shao is interested, I will arrange it for you immediately after a while!"

Xiao Lang looked at Xiao Aoying and Xiao Dougou, their eyes were shining, and he sighed, "I didn't say what I just said..."

"Huh? Young Master Lang doesn't like girls in the kiln?"

Xiao Aoying frowned, groaned, and then leaned over with his eyebrows, he smiled: "Does Lang Shao like Good Family? Hey, you shine in the Lang Shao Field Hunting Contest, the famous moving imperial capital, countless little family ladies have already I have a secret heart for you. I know that two young ladies are definitely the best choice, or I secretly arrange for you and find a place to do both of them? I will do things, please rest assured that there are no sequelae... "

Xiao Lang looked at how ridiculous and ridiculous the picture was in front of him, his frothy and frothy face, suddenly felt extremely disgusted, even too lazy to talk nonsense to him, turned his head, waved his hand and said: "You go!"

Xiao Aoying's complexion changed again, thinking that Xiao Lang didn't like it, he pondered for a moment, and then chattered and said, "Uh...I don't like this either? That's right, Lang Shao only took a few days to capture him in the field hunting competition. With Princess Purple Sweater and Dongfang Hongdou, I obviously look down on those Xiaojiabiyu, or I will help you match up and find two top ladies...

Xiao Lang turned his head abruptly, his face became extremely gloomy, and he began to drink heavily: "Get out!"

The smiles on Xiao Aoying and Xiao Dougou's faces solidified, looking at Xiao Lang's gloomy face, they realized that he was not joking, and their faces became extremely embarrassed. I wanted to say something with my mouth open, but couldn't say anything. In the end, I could only leave in a daze.

Countless people have been paying attention to the situation here. Seeing that Xiao Lang is so unkind, those who had intentionally come over and set up their feelings dare not come over.

Xiao Lang sat on the steps, put his hands on his feet, lowered his head and ignored those gazes, silently. He discovered that there seemed to be an insurmountable generation gap between him and these so-called young masters. The ideas and concepts are completely different. This may be part of the reason why Xiao Qingyi left the Xiao family compound with him since childhood.

"Wow!"

There was a sudden commotion in the square, and countless princes and ladies got up and looked at the gate of the compound with confidence. Xiao Lang raised his head in surprise, but his eyes narrowed slightly.

In the direction of the gate came a young man who Xiao Lang had never seen. He was about twenty years old. He was wearing a green robe. His face was as sharp as a knife but as black as carbon. He was carrying a black profound sword more than one meter long. His spine was straight, black and white. The distinct eyes were cold, and the whole person was like the black sword behind him, giving people a cold feeling.

"What a remarkable son!"

Xiao Lang sighed secretly. From the fearful and admiring eyes of the young masters and young ladies, Xiao Lang had already guessed the identity of this person. The son of Xiao Futu, Xiao Demon God!

His father is like a dragon, powerful in the world, and his son is like a dragon, who has the power to transform into a dragon!

really!

The identity of this person was confirmed from the low voices of the young masters and ladies nearby.

But Xiao Demon God, who had been walking towards the eastern courtyard without squinting his eyes, suddenly swept his eyes, locking Xiao Lang's gaze, the expressions of both of them became cold, and the aura on their bodies slowly condensed. It was like the encounter between two beast kings in the forest, and both felt the same kind of breath from each other, as well as the strength and danger of each other.