"What's going on?" The head of the Shun family couldn't help being surprised.
In his calculation, Young Master Li should attack the formation he had set up and escape as soon as possible to save Qin Lang. Why did Young Master Li not even look at the formation and concentrate on attacking himself?
It was very difficult for him to cope with it.
Shun Xingyuan led dozens of monks to attack Qin Lang. Seeing Qin Lang's carefree appearance, he was secretly frightened. He couldn't help but slow down his pace, letting several monks rush in front of him.
The monks did not doubt that he was there, and while releasing the magic weapon, they were already preparing to search for Qin Lang's body.
But they saw Qin Lang flicking his fingers, and the magic weapon they shot was suddenly shot down in mid-air, and the magical power was also broken, which surprised them.
The next moment, Qin Lang's fingers were pointed at them, and he flicked them out. Several sword energy shot out from his fingers, and they turned into swords, splitting the monks in half in the air, and a burst of blood rain fell.
All the monks of the Shun family were stunned.
Killing people with a snap of your fingers? Is this a low-level monk?
They looked at Shun Xingyuan in horror, and Shun Xingyuan himself swallowed his saliva secretly. Fortunately, he saw the opportunity quickly and deliberately fell behind, otherwise he would be the monk who was separated in two now.
Qin Lang chuckled and said, "What? You're not coming up?"
Shun Xingyuan said in surprise: "How did you do it? Is it that magical weapon?"
Qin Lang shook his head and said: "If you continue to linger, your head will die in Xiao Li's hands."
They turned around and looked, and sure enough, the master of the family was already struggling inside the magic circle, trying desperately to fight.
Shun Xingyuan roared: "What are you afraid of? He only knows a little bit of magic! Now that the magic has been used, everyone can kill him with random swords!"
The Shun family monks gritted their teeth and rushed forward. Qin Lang laughed loudly and ran into the group of Shun family monks. He punched and kicked them without even using their swords. Each of the monks turned into a mass of blood mist under his fists and feet. There were no bones left, and there was no trace of them at all.
People can withstand half of his moves.
Shun Xingyuan watched on the side with his hands and feet feeling cold. He was shocked and understood in his heart: "This guy, how can he be a low-level monk? His cultivation level is obviously terrifyingly high, several times higher than his own master!"
In just a few seconds, dozens of Shun monks were slaughtered by Qin Lang.
Qin Lang shook his legs, stretched, and said: "I just moved my hands and feet, but I haven't had time to really take action. Are there only so many people in your family?"
Shun Xingyuan was extremely bitter. He heard the scream of the head of the Shun family over there, and one of his arms was cut off by Young Master Li with a sword. Young Master Li then broke through the magic circle with another sword, dragging the Shun family like a dead dog.
The owner of the house came out.
Only now do they know that the so-called magic circle cannot trap Mr. Li San at all. If he wants to come out, he can just use a sword casually, but there is no need to rush out to rescue him.
The head of the Shun family roared: "Shun Xingyuan! You killed our Shun family!"
Mr. Li San said calmly: "There are still people spying, do you want to kill them?"
Qin Lang waved his hand and said: "Kill these two and take care of the other spying monks."
"Don't kill me! Don't kill me! I know where the treasure is!" Shun Xingyuan said hurriedly.
Young Master Li killed the head of the Shun family with one sword and looked at Qin Lang.
Qin Lang said lightly: "Kill him. Otherwise, people will always come looking for me even if I sleep."
Li Sangong understood what he meant, and killed the desperate Shun Xingyuan with a sword. Qin Lang did not cover up the corpses, but let them lie in the yard and went back to his room.
Those monks with evil intentions were all shocked by the ruthless methods of Mr. Li San and Qin Lang. Just as they were about to leave, they saw a brilliant sword light flying from the night sky, which directly stabbed them to the core.
Anyone who snoops will not be spared and will be killed.
In the early morning of the next day, this matter had spread throughout Tianyun City. Qin Lang, who sold the Immortal Magical Treasure, and Xiao Li, the extremely powerful guard beside him, were known throughout Tianyun City, and no monks dared to despise them.
Qizhu and Lu Chun got up and were shocked when they saw the blood stains and corpses all over the yard. Qin Lang smiled and said: "Don't worry, they are all little thieves who want to steal things. Xiao Li took care of them last night.
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Qizhu's sharp eyes clearly recognized several of the characters and said in surprise: "Wu Liushou, the head of the Shun family... Oh my God, there was also Quan Gang, the number one person in body training. He died so tragically that he was covered in wounds all over his body.
Hundreds of wounds... How can these people be little thieves? They are all top experts in Tianyun City!"
Qizhu looked at Mr. Li San in horror and said, "You killed them all?"
Mr. Li San asked doubtfully: "I haven't killed any top masters?"
Qin Lang laughed loudly and led them towards Wanbao Tower.
At this time, the two gatekeepers of Wanbao Tower were more respectful when they saw Qin Lang than they were when they saw Lin Hao. They hurriedly opened the door and let them walk in.
Uncle Yuan and Lin Hao are already inside, and there are more upper-class monks gathered than yesterday. Everyone is waiting for the auction of the Wuxiang Tribulation Rope.
When Lin Haogen saw Qin Lang walking in calmly, the corners of his eyes began to twitch again.
The monks he sent out to monitor Qin Lang last night were all killed in the air by Master Li San with a sword light, and not even half of them escaped. The entire Tianyun City did not know what happened in the courtyard of the inn where Qin Lang lived.
thing, but everyone knows that there are corpses lying there.
Everyone here is an old fox with ulterior motives. Of course they know what is going on. Many people sneered in their hearts, laughing at the monks who died last night for not overestimating their own capabilities.
After all, how simple can a monk who can come up with an immortal magic weapon for sale be? He must have superhuman abilities. It is simply ridiculous to risk death recklessly. What is even more ridiculous is that everyone knows that the Wuxiang Jie Rope was in the sky last night.
In the hands of Wanbaolou!
Uncle Yuan saw Qin Lang coming and went up to him and said, "Mr. Qin, you are finally here. Let me introduce you. This is the master of Shangshan Pavilion. He is here to participate in the auction today."
Qin Lang frowned, looked at the arrogant old man pointed by Uncle Yuan, and said to Uncle Yuan: "No need to introduce anyone to me, just start. The one with the highest price will get it, but there must be precious medicine."
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Uncle Yuan smiled awkwardly and said, "I'm afraid we can't start now. The master of Shangshan Pavilion has something to say to Mr. Qin."
Qin Lang looked at the old man impatiently and said, "If you have anything to say, just say it quickly."
The master of Shangshan Pavilion sneered and said, "Xiao Qin, right? You probably don't know what our Shangshan Pavilion is famous for, right?"
Qin Lang turned to look at Qizhu and said, "Do you know Shangshan Pavilion?"
Qizhu saw that everyone was looking at her and nodded hurriedly, saying: "Shangshan Pavilion is famous for weapon refining. There are many masters of weapon refining in Shangshan Pavilion. Even the master of the pavilion himself thinks that he is a master of weapon refining."
Qin Lang snorted and said: "Okay, I understand now, let's get started!"
The master of Shangshan Pavilion said: "What to start with? Is Mr. Qin so anxious to get rid of this stolen property?"
Qin Lang narrowed his eyes and said, "What did you say? What does stolen goods mean?"
The master of Shangshan Pavilion sneered: "Mr. Qin has to ask others to do things by himself!"
Qin Lang took a deep breath, and Master Li San had already spoken: "Pavilion Master, your words sound like farts. My eldest brother doesn't want to talk to you anymore."
The master of Shangshan Pavilion sneered and said: "Okay! A little thief who steals things has the nerve to say that he doesn't bother to talk to me!"
At this time, Lin Haoli said calmly: "Lord Pavilion Master, Mr. Qin is a distinguished guest of our Wanbao Tower. Please don't offend our distinguished guest by spitting blood. We, Wanbao Tower, will not be polite."
Some monks were also extremely confused and said: "Yes, Pavilion Master, what do you mean by this?"
"Speak clearly, why did Mr. Qin become a thief?"
“It’s better to explain it clearly quickly so that the auction can start quickly!”
Seeing everyone making noises, the master of Shangshan Pavilion coughed and said, "I'll just tell you the truth! This formless calamity rope is the treasure of my Shangshan Pavilion! Last month, I was arrested by Shangshan Pavilion.
A little thief broke in and stole the Wuxiang Robbery Rope. I didn’t expect that this little thief would dare to sell it after only a month!"
"Wow!" After hearing the words of the master of Shangshan Pavilion, the whole audience exclaimed. (To be continued)