In Sanwan, in addition to Yu Minhong from the north and Zhan Weizhong from the south, there are many other magic masters.
The person Lin Fuhua knew, who had the best relationship with his Lin family, was named Yun Detao, and he lived in Banqiao City.
After Yun Detao received Lin Fuhua's call, he drove over as soon as possible. Lin Fuhua calculated that twenty minutes was enough. He lingered in the office for a few minutes before coming out, and spent a few minutes with Qin Lang. Now look,
Yun Detao should arrive soon.
As for how Qin Lang knew that he was calling someone, Qin Lang's consciousness enveloped the entire villa when he entered. He heard all of Lin Fuhua's phone call, so it was not surprising that he said it.
Faced with Qin Lang's calm performance, Lin Fuhua began to tremble. He didn't know what kind of person Qin Lang was, but from the details of Qin Lang's actions, it could be seen that this guy was true to his word, ruthless and daring.
The reason why he chose to find Yun Detao instead of asking the official to come forward was that Lin Fuhua was afraid that he would push Qin Lang into a panic and directly slaughter their family. If everyone was dead, what was the use of the family wealth?
Fortunately, Yun Detao didn't keep him waiting for too long. Soon, a Mercedes-Benz luxury car drove to the Lin family manor. The door opened and a bald man in a suit stepped out.
The bald man was probably in his forties. He didn't look like a martial artist, but more like a professional.
But this bald man walked like the wind, with surging magic power. He walked from the outside of the manor into the villa in a few steps. After looking around the environment in the villa, his eyes fell on Qin Lang.
"Brother Yun, you are finally here!"
Lin Fuhua stood up to greet Yun Detao, but Yun Detao raised his hand to block Lin Fuhua from speaking, looked at Qin Lang and said: "This dear friend, do you know your surname?"
When Qin Lang saw Yun Detao, his eyes lit up, he stood up and said: "Qin Changkong!"
"My lord, Yun Detao, this is so polite!"
Yun Detao cupped his hands and said, "I wonder where Mr. Qin came from?"
"No one has any sect!"
Qin Lang said with a smile.
"It turns out that I am a casual cultivator, Mr. Qin. My disciple is a Buddhist sect in southern Fujian. If you are interested, I can recommend you to my sect. All the classics in the sect are available for your reference. Since you are a casual cultivator, you should
I know the importance of the secrets of cultivation and the mountain gate. Isn’t it that Mr. Xiang came to the Lin family this time for some worldly things to use for cultivation?"
Although Yun Detao was shameless about Qin Lang's request for money, he said it in a very subtle way, for fear of causing Qin Lang's dissatisfaction. The other party was a grandmaster. The power of a grandmaster was enough to establish a sect. Apart from him, Yun Detao's request for money was enough to establish a sect.
There are only two grandmasters.
But in the history of their southern Fujian shamanism, a god once appeared. Many people don't know this.
The techniques that Yun Detao practices are different from others, and this person is extremely careful. Although he cannot see Qin Lang's cultivation, an ordinary person will definitely not be able to sit on the Lin family sofa, so Yun Detao no matter what
From every aspect, he was a little afraid of Qin Lang.
Qin Lang smiled playfully and said: "Witch Cult? Let your leader come and kowtow to me. Maybe I will be happy and teach him two tricks. If the Lin family offends me, they will naturally have to pay compensation. The property under Lin Wansheng's name is very important to me.
, but Er'er, you think your face is worth a penny, but to me, it's worth nothing."
Yun Detao's expression darkened after hearing Qin Lang's words: "It seems that Mr. Qin is determined to be an enemy of me and the Lin family?"
Qin Lang shook his head: "I am not my enemy, it is you who are my enemy. Stop talking nonsense, either pay or die, choose for yourself!"
Yun Detao clasped his hands tightly: "Sir, can you go out with me? If you start here, I'm afraid I will destroy everything here. It's a pity."
Qin Lang smiled and said: "It doesn't matter, you can take action. If you can damage any part of this place, I will immediately slap my butt and leave, never to come back again."
"Arrogant!"
No matter how cautious Yun Detao was, he was angered by Qin Lang's arrogant attitude. He suddenly sent a palm towards Qin Lang, and between his fingers, five green flames burned and rushed towards Qin Lang.
Yun Detao has practiced this hell witch fire for more than 20 years. He can use these witch fires at will between his fists and palms. These witch fires not only contain the scorching power of flames, but also have violent toxins mixed in them. If shot on
Instead of being burned to death, people are poisoned to death.
The magic techniques of southern Fujian witchcraft are extremely vicious, which is evident from this.
"Haha, what I thought was a powerful witchcraft turned out to be just a trace of will-o'-the-wisp!"
After Qin Lang saw Yun Detao's method, he laughed loudly. With a move of his wrist, the ice popsicle appeared in his hand.
Qin Lang struck out with a stick, and the head of the stick shook out a beautiful stick flower, which went directly into Yun Detao's fist and hit Yun Detao's fist. Countless poisonous flames were scattered by the impact.
, floating around.
What Yun Detao did was hit with the intention of damaging other things.
Just because Qin Lang said just now, if he could destroy anything in this house, Qin Lang would leave immediately.
The master's words are true to his word. Yun Detao naturally knew that Qin Lang would not break his promise, so his punch was just a cover. He had no intention of actually hitting Qin Lang. The purpose was to damage the furniture in the room, and then he could use Qin Lang's
Use verbal threats to make the other person leave.
Yun Detao wanted to really hit Qin Lang, but Qin Lang really hit him. This stick was merciless. Yun Detao saw the ice stick coming to his fist with a powerful force. Knowing that the stick was powerful, Yun Detao tightened his grip.
Originally, Yun Detao's attack did not use all his strength, and it was too late to stop.
But he didn't expect that Qin Lang's ice stick seemed to be only as long as his arm. When he saw the end, it suddenly grew another length.
This stick hit Yun Detao's fist for real.
Yun Detao only heard a 'click' sound, and severe pain came from his fist. In just one face-to-face encounter, his fist was broken by the opponent.
Yun Detao did not feel fear at this time. On the contrary, he felt very lucky. Fortunately, he did not kill Qin Lang. Otherwise, Qin Lang's counterattack would have been even more fierce and he might have taken his life directly.
At the same time, he was also glad that he made the right choice, destroying the furniture directly, and then Qin Lang could only leave in frustration.
He saw the scattered poisonous flames scattering in all directions. Even if the flames could not burn the furniture, even if only a little bit of ash fell, the poison on it could quickly corrode the furniture, even if there was only a trace of damage!
"It's near, it's near, it's finished!"
Yun Detao looked at the scattered flames with an extremely excited expression.
Just when he thought this plan was bound to succeed, he heard one word: "Definitely!"
Like a body-fixing technique, all those sparks froze in mid-air when the word "fix" sounded.
"How can this be?"
Yun Detao looked at Qin Lang in surprise, in disbelief.
This is no longer a means of the master's power, but the command of the magic is already the strength of the legendary god realm!
Then Yun Detao saw Qin Lang getting up and walking towards him. This young man who made him feel extremely terrified for a moment walked like an immortal among his scattered poisonous flames, stretched out his palms, and sprayed
, like picking flowers, pinching all the poisonous flames into his hands.
The poisonous flames that Yun Detao was famous for were like a toy in Qin Lang's hands. He took them all in his hands, and then spread his palms. Yun Detao saw that Qin Lang's palms were still white, without any burn marks.
, as if Qin Lang had never pinched these sparks.
This is the witch fire of their southern Fujian shamanism, which has been passed down for hundreds of years. As the master of the shamanism, Yun Detao just got a few of them.
As soon as he took action, these witch fires had already taken out his family wealth, but they were taken away by Qin Lang, and they were taken away so easily! Is this guy a human or a god?
Qin Lang ignored Yun Detao's surprised expression, but sat back on the sofa with his hands behind his back. However, he felt so dangerous that he almost capsized in the gutter. These poisonous flames were actually difficult to extinguish, and with his withering body training technique
Dacheng's body can also feel the power of the poisonous flames.
However, all these poisonous flames were collected by Qin Lang into the little green cup, which was regarded as a good thing unintentionally obtained. (To be continued)