"Sneeze!" Facing the morning sunshine, Shen Lang sneezed heavily, "Who is trying to trick me again?"
He originally planned to escape from the Xia family overnight, but Shen Lang wandered around for most of the night, but was blocked by the formation barriers everywhere in the Xia family. At this time, he had big dark circles under his eyes, and the clothes on his body Wrapped tightly, his little appearance is a bit pitiful.
"Good morning, Master Shen."
"Master Shen, have you stayed up late refining elixirs again? Please pay attention to your health."
The handsome maids in the courtyard greeted Shen Lang with smiles on their faces. But the smile on Shen Lang's face was even more bitter.
He still remembered that yesterday he bumped into the maids of the Xia family, and they all still called him Brother Shen very politely. But in this night, no matter it was the eldest maid in the yard, the little doorman, or even a sweeper The boys all actually changed their words.
Master Shen? What do you mean? You don’t even treat him as an outsider! This is the rhythm of treating him as your son-in-law!
"Old man Xia! You are a despicable, shameless, black-hearted old man! If you have the ability, you can turn off the formation barrier for me! Let's see if I can escape eight hundred miles in one day and make you unable to find me." Shen Lang He was roaring in his heart, but no matter how unwilling he was, there was nothing he could do.
The entire formation barrier directly enveloped the entire Xia family's mansion. Even if he hit the barrier and died, he couldn't escape. It seemed that it was his destiny to be forced to become the Xia family's uncle.
"Are you Shen Lang?" Suddenly, a strange voice sounded behind Shen Lang.
"It's me, young master." Shen Lang turned his head carelessly, only to see that the speaker was a fat man with a strange appearance.
Light, of course, refers to young. Qi but refers to the appearance of this person. The man is not tall, but the width of his body is almost catching up with his height. Every time he takes a step forward, the fat all over his body will appear. It trembles like a wave.
Of course, just being fat is not surprising. The key is that this guy has such a fat figure and such a fat face, but he is not ugly. Instead, he gives people a cute feeling, and people can't help but reach out and touch them. Pinch his fat face.
But Shen Lang didn't dare to do this in the end, because after a moment, he clearly felt that the fat man's breathing was extremely thick and even, a little unusual. Even if he was not an easy person to mess with, at least he was much better than Liu Zhi last night.
"Well, you got the wrong person!" Shen Lang seemed to have thought of something, but he shook his head in denial shamelessly.
A fat man with a strong cultivation base clearly didn't know him, but he knew his name. Moreover, the fat man did not salute him or call him Mr. Shen. It was obvious that this guy was not from the Xia family!
If he wasn't from the Xia family, he was probably here to seek revenge, and maybe he was with Liu Zhi.
"Don't do this, I just heard them calling you Master Shen." The fat man walked over step by step.
"So what if it's me? You tell me your name first. I won't hit unknown people." Knowing that he couldn't escape, Shen Lang immediately took out the soul-beating stick.
"Why do you want to fight as soon as we meet? You are as fierce as the legend." The fat man showed a smile, "However, ten days ago you dealt with those disgusting guys in Lingxiao Pavilion, which is quite good. A big piece of people’s hearts.”
"Do you have any enmity with the people from Lingxiao Pavilion?" Shen Lang felt a little relieved. The so-called enemies of enemies are friends. He and this fat man were obviously on the same side.
"Of course I have a grudge. I have already entered Qingyun Mountain, so I can't fight directly with the people at the foot of the mountain, otherwise I will have to beat them up." The fat man sighed with emotion, "By the way, my name is Chen Pipi."
"Chen Pipi?" Shen Lang suddenly became happy, "This name is too arbitrary, isn't it? You must have been so naughty when you were young, so your father gave you such a name."
Chen Pipi narrowed her eyes slightly, her small eyes almost being squeezed out by her fat, "That's what I said, then your name is Shen Lang, how wild should you be?"
"Go away, I am a wandering wave, a wave with a blade like a wave!" Shen Lang put away the stick, but patted the simple knife on his back.
"But it's still a wild ride." Chen Pipi said seriously.
Shen Lang was speechless and thought carefully about Pipi for a few more words. Suddenly he frowned and thought, "Why do I think I've heard your name before?"
"That's not surprising. I am a person who lives in nothing." Chen Pipi said directly.
"It turns out it's you!" Shen Lang finally remembered, "You are the second brother Liu An always talks about. I remember that he said you were a little special at that time."
"It's me." Chen Pipi puffed out his chest and said extremely narcissistically: "I am the only genius among Wuwei, so of course I am special."
"Now we are the only two." Shen Lang did not give in at all.
Chen Pipi took a serious look at Shen Lang, thinking about some of the information that Shopkeeper Jian had mentioned to him, and nodded, "Well, you are pretty good, and you can barely be considered a genius. But I am still the number one genius."
"You said number one means number one?" Shen Lang was obviously very dissatisfied. This was the first time he saw someone who was more narcissistic than him.
"Okay, let's not talk about this, you are also a person with no position, and we will all be brothers from now on." Chen Pipi patted Shen Lang on the shoulder, looking mature.
Shen Lang didn't object. In his opinion, Liu An was an honest man and a pretty good person. Since Chen Pipi was Liu An's second brother, he shouldn't be too bad at that.
"Hey, we are all brothers, so I won't be polite." Chen Pipi suddenly said: "Lend me your real fire."
Bang...
Shen Lang almost fell to the ground in shock at this sentence, "What the hell are you talking about? What bastard told you that I'm really hot?"
"Why are you still pretending? It's not a secret." Chen Pipi said with a smile on his face, "I went back to Wuweiju last night. Shopkeeper Jian told me."
"Old Jian?" In an instant, Shen Lang understood completely. It was the Xia family leader who first discovered that he had real fire. The Jian shopkeeper must have had nothing to do in the past few days and went to have a drink with the Xia family head. Then the Xia family head said it by the way.
"These two old men! How come they are both so unreliable! They are both so lax in their mouths!"
"Don't worry, my mouth will definitely be stricter than theirs." Chen Pipi blinked, "But only if you help me."
"Let's talk about what you want to do first." Shen Lang said angrily.
Chen Pipi was also very straightforward and directly took out a golden war hammer from the Qiankun bag. On top of the war hammer, there was a powerful and domineering aura that made Shen Lang's heart skip a beat.
"I spent a lot of money to get it at an auction two years ago." Chen Pipi frowned and said: "The hammer is indeed a good hammer, but this war hammer is very domineering, and it already has a trace of self-awareness and refuses to give in to me at all.
, I can’t use it either.”
Under normal circumstances, a spiritual weapon that has been nurtured by a strong person for hundreds of years will have a trace of consciousness. Moreover, such weapons are usually unusual and difficult to tame.
For example, the soul-beating stick in Shen Lang's hand refused to recognize its owner at first. It was only after Shen Lang forcibly refined it with real fire that it successfully recognized its owner.
"Since you are a disciple of Qingyun, why don't you ask your master to help you? Or ask Old Man Jian to help you?" Shen Lang asked doubtfully: "I don't know anything else, but with the cultivation of the sword shopkeeper, I can help you conquer someone.
A broken hammer should be more than enough, right?"
"Sword Shopkeeper has already tried it... He also said that this is indeed a good treasure. I have earned it, but he can't do anything." Chen Pipi's tone became even more depressed, "With his cultivation level, he can't do anything. What can I earn?
Earn a full three million spiritual stones to buy such a pile of scrap metal."
Shen Lang was slightly startled when he heard this. He still remembered that his soul-beating stick couldn't make any waves in the hands of the sword shopkeeper, but with such a broken hammer, the sword shopkeeper could do nothing?
What an amazing treasure!
"But why did such a treasure fall into the hands of Fatty Chen? It's unreasonable! It's unreasonable!" Shen Lang's small eyes were darting around, not knowing what he was thinking.