The red-faced monk heard this divine message, grinned, walked towards Xin'er and Xiao Min, and said: "If you don't apologize, you will die!"
He suddenly took action and punched Xin'er. Everyone didn't expect that he would hit Xin'er at will, and that he could even hit such a cute girl so cruelly. They were all shocked.
However, Xiao Min was already on guard and quickly shot out a stream of true energy to form a shield in front of the two of them.
Although the shield was shattered by the red-faced monk's punch, Xiao Yan also pulled Xiner back a few steps and avoided the true energy fluctuation of the punch.
"If you dare to attack the alchemist in our medicine city, this will turn the world upside down!"
"Why are everyone still standing there? Kill three of them!"
The alchemists in Yaocheng all shared the same hatred. When they saw three outsiders beating someone in their place, they shouted and immediately surrounded them.
The red-faced monk was not afraid at all. He exploded with great force and punched the ground. The entire three-meter radius he hit with his punch collapsed, and a powerful shock wave spread outward, driving the alchemists to pieces.
, fell down on one side, and there were many people with bloody heads.
The red-faced monk curled his lips in disdain and said, "How dare such a weak monk stand up for others?"
He turned to look at Xiao Min and roared: "Death!"
Another punch came out, this time he used 70% of the true energy in his body, and the punch pierced the air, not weaker than any weapon.
The energy of this punch directly locked onto Xiao Yan and Xin'er, leaving them with nowhere to hide.
Xiao Min raised his hand to hit the shield again, but as soon as it was formed, it was easily broken by the fist, and it couldn't even block it.
The white-faced monk and the female monk from Tianji Pavilion looked at this scene with cold eyes and didn't think it was a problem. For them, these monks in remote galaxies are really just ants that they can kill casually. Even if they kill them
, and no one dares to blame their Tianji Pavilion.
They were all ready to leave. As long as the red-faced monk killed the two female monks with one punch, they would leave in a big way.
But their eyes suddenly blurred, and a figure crossed the void and appeared in front of the red-faced monk.
The red-faced monk's powerful punch hit the figure hard on the chest.
The red-faced monk was startled and took a step back, only to see a smiling young man in front of him. He seemed to have no feeling at all when he punched him.
"Is it you?" The red-faced monk quickly recognized Qin Lang, "You are the boy in the inn! Why are you here?"
Qin Lang smiled and said: "You three can be here, why can't I be here?"
The red-faced monk said angrily: "Okay, are you following us? What is your plan?"
Qin Lang laughed and said: "Why should I follow you? Do you have something valuable on you and are you afraid that I will steal it?"
The expressions of the three monks from Tianji Pavilion changed.
Xin'er and Xiao Yan were overjoyed when they saw Qin Lang appear and block a punch for them. Xin'er even rushed forward and hugged Qin Lang from behind, smiling: "Brother, you are finally back! You went this time.
It’s been a long time, I thought it would take a long time for you to come back!”
After all, Xiao Min was more reserved and did not rush over like Xiner, but he walked quickly to Qin Lang and thanked him with a blushing face.
The fair-skinned monk saw Qin Lang being hugged by Xin'er. He was unable to resist. Seeing that it was a good opportunity for a sneak attack, he suddenly shouted and shot over like an arrow. A phantom flew out of his hands, "
He slapped Qin Lang seventeen times on the chest.
Then he turned back in the air, preparing to avoid Qin Lang's dying counterattack.
Who knew that Qin Lang didn't even move at all, he just stood there, watching him as if he was watching a monkey performing a show.
After the white-faced monk landed, he looked back and found that Qin Lang hadn't moved. He couldn't help being surprised.
He also just saw the red-faced monk's punch hitting Qin Lang's chest, which didn't seem to cause any harm to Qin Lang. Knowing that Qin Lang was probably not weak, he thought of a sneak attack to kill Qin Lang quickly, so the seventeen palms just now,
He has already used his peak strength and his strongest magical power.
But Qin Lang still stood there like nothing happened, not to mention vomiting blood, and didn't even take a breath.
The white-faced monk and the red-faced monk couldn't help but feel wary.
Xin'er came back to her senses at this time, screamed hurriedly, let go of Qin Lang's hands, and asked: "Brother, are you okay?"
Qin Lang patted the clothes on his chest and said, "Can you ask if his hand is okay?"
Xin'er looked at the white-faced monk. The white-faced monk's hands were indeed aching from the shock, but he still snorted coldly, looking arrogant.
Qin Lang smiled and said: "You came to my place and scolded me and hit me. Whatever else you want to do, you might as well finish it together."
The white-faced monk suddenly shouted: "Come together and kill this guy!"
Somehow, there was a stabbing sword in his hand. When his hand shook, the shadow of the sword fell down from the sky, covering Xiner and Xiao Yan. The red-faced man was not as sinister as him, but he honestly pulled out the big sword from his back.
, splitting Huashan with one move and hitting Qin Lang's head. The female monk who had not made a move also took out a box and pointed it at Qin Lang.
Qin Lang snorted coldly, shook his hands, pushed Xin'er and Xiao Yan back, dodged the white-faced monk's stabbing sword, and then flew up with his kick, kicking the red-faced monk's wrist holding the sword.
His flying kick came first. Before the red-faced monk's sword hit his head, his wrist was kicked to pieces by Qin Lang. The sword couldn't be held anymore. It flew over Qin Lang's head and was grabbed by Qin Lang.
With it in his hand, he chopped it off at the white-faced monk.
The white-faced monk failed to hit Xin'er and Xiao Yan, and was about to turn his sword to stab Qin Lang. He didn't expect Qin Lang to move so quickly and had already slashed at him first. He was shocked and had to turn back to block with his sword, but was struck by Qin Lang's sword.
He slashed away, spitting out a mouthful of blood under the shock of his true energy.
There was no emotion in Qin Lang's eyes. He swung his sword and looked at the white-faced monk's head, intending to split him in half.
The white-faced monk was shocked and angry, and shouted: "You can't kill me! Do you know who I am? Do you know which sect I am a disciple of!"
Qin Lang sneered and said: "I don't know who you are, but I happen to know what sect you are from, and you are the one who killed me!"
Even if he is a disciple of Tianji Pavilion, he will kill him if he wants to, so why should he be afraid?
If someone comes to his territory to cause trouble and wants to kill him, he will not be soft on him just because of the reputation behind him.
When the sword was about to cut open the white-faced monk, the box in the hands of the female monk from Ji Pavilion suddenly ejected a large golden net, covering Qin Lang's head and face.
Qin Lang didn't notice that the box actually contained a mechanism, which was covered by a large golden net. This knife cut into the net, allowing the white-faced monk to save his life.
The white-faced monk was so frightened that he almost died.
The female monk holding the box hurriedly shouted: "Hurry up and leave!"
She took the lead in looking at the sky and flew away, and the white-faced monk and the red-faced monk quickly followed. The three monks turned into three streams of light and disappeared into the horizon.
Qin Lang slashed at the golden net with two swords, but found that this golden net was actually very tough. Even the sword filled with his powerful true energy could not cut through the big net, so he had to throw down the big sword and took out the Tiandu Sword.
The sword tore through the golden net.
By this time the three monks had already left far away.
Qin Lang squinted at the sky and sneered: "Let you save your lives first."
Xin'er and Xiao Yan ran over and looked at the golden net on the ground. The golden color gradually faded away, revealing the original appearance of the net, which was a magic weapon as thin as spider silk. The golden color was just a restriction on it. No wonder it could
Stuffed inside that little box.
Xiao Min was surprised and said: "This magic weapon is too clever. It does not require any true energy. It can be used by the lowest monk. Moreover, its power depends entirely on the strength of the material and the power of the restriction. Even if it is only a low-level monk,
can fully unleash its power."
Qin Lang waved and put away the spider web, and he understood in his heart that this should be the magic weapon created by Tianji Pavilion. Take it back and ask Alchemy Master or Wu Chengtian, they should recognize it. (To be continued)