Chen Zifeng's face was full of gloom, and he was too lazy to explain. He pointed at Shen Lang who had just walked into the door and snorted coldly: "You guys keep an eye on that boy, don't let him run away!"

After saying that, Chen Zifeng couldn't wait to go upstairs to take a shower, and the two maids also walked upstairs with Huadian.

The three people in the hall turned their eyes to Shen Lang who was walking in.

Without saying a word, Shen Lang sat on the sofa and crossed his legs.

"Boy, who are you? Where are you doing?" The strong man with a buzzing head glanced at Shen Lang and shouted in a buzzing voice.

"My minions are not qualified to talk to me." Shen Lang didn't even look at the strong man with a buzzhead.

"Why are you talking to me? Are you looking for death?" The strong man with a buzzing head was furious and was about to rush forward, but was stopped by the monk next to him.

"Amitabha, look at the donor's pace and extraordinary momentum, he must be a master!" The thin monk said with his hands folded.

"Fart! Bald man, you said he is a master, why didn't I see it?" the strong man with a buzzhead shouted.

"Okay, don't make a noise!" Another man in a strong costume shouted violently.

Shen Lang glanced at the three people in the hall, his eyes fixed on the monk, and frowned and said, "Are you a disciple of Wanlong Temple? Why do you want to be a lackey from the Black Dragon Society?"

The monk's face changed slightly, and he clasped his hands together and said, "The little monk is indeed from Wanlong Temple, but he has already returned to secular life. The little monk is not a lackey of the Black Dragon Society."

"For the sake of your origin in Wanlong Temple, I can spare your life today. You can go!" Shen Lang shook his big hand and said coldly.

Fajiang was also born in Wanlong Temple. The monks in Wanlong Temple all had a mark on their necks, and Fajiang also had it.

"Amitabha, Mr. Zifeng and Miss Huadie have helped the monks with their lives. Donors please come and be safe."

"Then don't regret it later!" Shen Lang snorted coldly.

About ten minutes later, Chen Zifeng walked down from the second floor. He had just finished taking a shower and changed into a shirt. Hua Die had already woken up, took a shower, and changed into a dress.

When Hua Die thought of what happened just now, she felt disgusted and her anger had expanded to its limit.

Their faces were extremely gloomy.

Looking at Shen Lang sitting on the sofa in the hall, crossing his legs, Hua Die's delicate body was trembling: "Shen Lang, I want to chop you up!"^

"Hua Die, calm down first, this kid can't escape." Chen Zifeng said in a low voice.

Although Hua Die usually has a ruthless style, she listened surprisingly to Chen Zifeng's words. She did not act rashly.

Shen Lang held the jade box in his right hand, stood up from the sofa, and grinned, "Okay, Chen Zifeng, you asked me to come here just to let these mobs deal with me?"

Chen Zifeng gritted his teeth and said, "Shen Lang, I, Chen Zifeng, admire your courage, but you are really bullying people too much. I have always been very reasonable and the grudges in the world are resolved in the world. This way, if you can defeat these masters one by one, I will be convinced! Otherwise, you will have to explain here today!"

"My surname is Chen, do you really think I'm afraid of this garbage? Without further ado, let this garbage be put together!"

Shen Lang twisted his neck. This level was not considered a warm-up exercise.

Seeing Shen Lang's fearless look, Chen Zifeng was also shocked and confused.

However, Shen Lang's performance last time was at most similar to Huadian.

"Shen Lang, since you said that, don't blame me for being cruel and ruthless." Chen Zifeng pointed at Shen Lang and said, "Why are you still standing there? Let's go together!"

"I stab you to death!"

Hua Die bit her silver teeth, flipped her hands, and showed off two daggers. She rushed towards Shen Lang like an arrow.

The strong man with a buzz-headed man was closest to Shen Lang, and a brutal smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. He was the first to pounce on him. The thin monk stepped on his footsteps and rushed up quickly.

Another man in a strong suit had a cold look, and he waved his hand and threw out three nail heads.

A hint of mockery appeared at the corner of Shen Lang's mouth. Using hidden weapons in front of him was like showing off his skills.

"Swish swish swish!"

Shen Lang didn't even look at it, and poked out his right hand like lightning and grabbed the nail that broke through the air.

The three nail heads were firmly clamped by Shen Lang's fingers. Shen Lang snorted coldly and threw the nail head out again.

"Puff!"

Three nail heads instantly penetrated the man in a strong suit, and blood surged, with three holes on his chest, and the three nail heads were deeply nailed to the wall behind.

"You..." The man with strong eyes widened, pointed at Shen Lang, let out the last scream in his mouth, and fell into a pool of blood.

In less than half a second of the whole process, Shen Lang killed one person in seconds, which made everyone overwhelmed.

At this moment, another strong man with a buzzhead had approached Shen Lang's body, but he was frightened to find that his companion's body had been penetrated by three nails.

The strong man with buzz cut finally showed a look of horror on his face, and he felt a little timid.

A rebellious curve appeared at the corner of Shen Lang's mouth, and the jade box was out of his hand, and a long blood-colored sword fell into his hand.

After touching the blood-drinking knife's body, Shen Lang's eyes showed a trace of sharpness: "It's indeed a good knife."

Seeing that Shen Lang was absent-mindedly touching the knife, the strong man with a buzzhead thought he had grasped the flaw, and slapped him with a palm, roaring wildly: "Die for me!"

Shen Lang felt a little excited when he was bleeding and drinking knife. His master finally gave himself a good thing.

It just happened to use these guys to try the knife, so that these guys can understand the gap in strength.

"Blood kill!"

Shen Lang circulated his true energy, shouted loudly, waved the blood-drinking knife and turned around twice in the air, opening the strongest move of the Seven Killing Killing Knife!

The violent sword energy swept around Shen Lang's body, and the blood-drinking knife in his hand was even storm.

Hua Die and the monk were shocked, and they couldn't help but stop, feeling that Shen Lang's momentum had risen to an unrivaled level.

"drink!"

Shen Lang was not polite, and shouted softly and slashed the strong man with a buzzhead.

"Boom boom!"

The huge sword roared, and the violent roars shook the sky and the earth, overshadowing all the sounds around it. It was like a big earthquake.

The sword energy swallowed the strong man with a buzzhead and instantly shattered the man's body!

The violent sword energy rushed around, shaking the entire ground into a pothole. The front desk of the nightclub was directly knocked down by the sword energy, making a deafening roar.

After one blow, a layer of ashes and blood mist filled the surroundings. Only a large pool of blood was seen on the ground. The strong man with a buzzhead had already been covered in blood and flesh, and even his bones were cut into pieces!

Seeing this amazing scene, Hua Die opened her eyes wide and her body was trembling! What kind of martial arts is this? It's so terrifying!

A group of horsemen around him were so scared that they were so scared that they were out of the sky.

Chen Zifeng's scalp was even more numb. He never dreamed that Shen Lang would be so powerful. Is this a real power that humans can have?

The monk was not timid, and flipped his right hand and slapped Shen Lang with a big Yin-Yang hand.
Chapter completed!