Chapter 672 The most arrogant prisoner in history (2)
Poor Taoist Cangjie didn't have the strength to call for help, but someone still came to save him.
After all, a monk at the ninth level of the Golden Core Realm bursts out his true energy with all his strength, and the fluctuations cannot be concealed at all. When Shen Lang uses the Taotie Demonic Technique, the terrifying aura that seems to come from ancient magical beasts cannot be concealed either.
And this courtyard is not too big, so there is no reason why other people in the courtyard cannot notice the movement here.
There was a clang, and the door that had just been closed was kicked open again, and a tall figure broke in.
This was another acquaintance of Shen Lang. This person was Lang Wusheng, whose hands and feet were chopped off by Shen Lang in the cage.
With the help of precious elixirs, his body has recovered, and even his broken limbs have been reattached. However, the pain and humiliation that he once felt has been deeply implanted in his heart.
When the enemy met, he was already jealous. Now he saw Shen Lang as a prisoner. He actually dared to be so arrogant. How could he be allowed to continue to make trouble like this?
Seeing Lang Wusheng approaching, Shen Lang remained calm. He suddenly retracted his extended palm and kicked the already half-dead Taoist Cang Jie out, directly hitting Lang Wusheng's body.
Lang Wusheng caught Taoist Cang Jie and placed him aside, staring at Shen Lang with a pair of cold eyes.
Shen Lang glanced at him and ignored him. Instead, he sniffed his nose and vaguely smelled the smell of broth. He had been hungry for three days and couldn't help but move his index finger, so he naturally and arrogantly stepped forward.
I took a step forward and seemed to be planning to go somewhere to have a good meal of meat.
"Bold prisoner! You dare to hurt people here, today I will show you how powerful you are!" Lang Wusheng was furious, especially when he thought about how his true energy was sealed and became a prisoner when he was chopped down by Shen Lang
The miserable sight of his legs and arms made him eager to avenge his original revenge.
So without thinking, he suddenly thrust out his sharp claws and grabbed Shen Lang directly!
His wolf claws are very sharp, and as a strong man in the void and underworld realm, his movements are extremely fast, as fast as lightning! Shen Lang can hardly even see clearly at such an instantaneous burst of speed.
You can't even see the opponent's movements clearly. This is a huge gap in strength. If an ordinary Golden Core monk encountered this situation, he would probably be frightened.
However, the arrogant Shen Lang didn't even look at it, but just said something casually.
"My blood is expensive."
The understated voice fell, and with a hiss, the sharp wolf claws cut the clothes on his chest. However, no matter how sharp and terrifying the wolf claws were, it only cut his clothes. He did not dare to move forward even one step.
Dare to hurt him even a hair, dare not let him bleed a drop of blood.
Because, his blood is really expensive!
Who knows the previous conversation between Shen Lang and the saint Leng Yanji in the ancient tribe of the wilderness?
The fifth token of the legendary Demon Lord refers to the orthodox demon bloodline. The Holy Lady did not hesitate to send out two Shura to capture Shen Lang alive just for the precious demon blood in his body.
So, who dares to let such precious blood be shed in vain?
According to what Lang Wusheng knew, the Holy Lady was going to take Shen Lang back to the Demonic Holy Land this time, and it seemed that there was a top priority to be done immediately.
So, does Shen Lang's bloodline power be needed to handle this important matter?
If Shen Lang is seriously injured at this time and his body becomes very weak, will that important event be delayed after returning to the Demonic Holy Land? If it is really delayed, who will bear the consequences?
Thinking about this series of key issues and looking at Shen Lang, who looked calm and unyielding, Lang Wusheng felt extremely aggrieved and angry, but he did not dare to let Shen Lang get hurt at all.
Shen Lang looked at him who was powerful, then looked at him who was aggrieved and angry, then he leaned forward slightly and actively pressed his chest against the sharp wolf claws, as if he was deliberately provoking him.
But Lang Wusheng was so frightened by Shen Lang's provocative actions that he broke into a cold sweat and quickly retracted his wolf claws. It seemed that he was afraid that his sharp claws would cut Shen Lang's skin and cause him to bleed a drop of blood.
Without the wolf's claws blocking the way, Shen Lang naturally took another step, ignoring Lang Wusheng, and walked directly to the door.
At this time, the sky was already bright, and the clear sunshine was shining from the eastern sky. Shen Lang stretched out and felt the warmth of Haotian's divine radiance that saved all living beings. He showed a pleasant smile, and then continued to move forward.
Lang Wusheng chased his footsteps and shouted angrily: "Shen Lang! I tell you, don't be too arrogant. If you dare to run away, I will show no mercy!"
Shen Lang still ignored him, smelling the tempting aroma of meat, thinking about looking at the old hall facing south from the north, and after a slight hesitation, he walked over.
In the main room, there is a small square table, where the saint Leng Yanji and two Shura are having breakfast.
They saw Shen Lang walking out of the woodshed, but they just raised their eyes and didn't speak or pay attention.
Because they believed that Shen Lang would not escape and were very confident that Shen Lang would never have a chance to escape.
However, they did not expect that Shen Lang would come directly over. They were also curious about what this guy was going to do.
The table is a small square table, but there are only three people sitting on the four sides of the small table, so naturally there is no one sitting on one side.
In fact, no one dared to sit on the vacant seat.
After all, two of the other three people are powerful Dongxu Realm experts, and the other is a demonic saint. Who in the world dares to sit in front of these three people and eat casually?
Taoist Cang Jie definitely didn't dare, and neither did Lang Wusheng and Tmall Girl who were accompanying him.
But Shen Lang did not hesitate, and sat down in the position between the Saint and Du Er Shura very naturally and comfortably, and casually picked up the chopsticks in the chopstick cage.
Because he was really hungry. The dishes on the table were really good.
Since it is a water town in the south, eating here naturally involves fish and crabs.
Looking around, you can see that there are only two fish-related dishes on the table. Among them are braised sweet and sour fish and steamed salmon. Of course, hairy crabs, a southern specialty, are definitely indispensable.
In addition to fish and crabs, green vegetables are of course also indispensable. As Shen Lang knows from his memory, southern cuisine tends to be sweeter, maintaining the original juice and fresh flavor of the dishes, especially the Lao Caotou that is abundant in Donghai County.
, it’s even more unique. Think about it seriously, he hasn’t eaten this kind of thing in five years.
However, he was not in a hurry to eat the old grass head in the sauce because it was already late autumn and the so-called old grass head was really too old and had lost its original freshness.
More importantly, he prefers the southern secret braised pork. The sweet but not greasy, smooth and tender feeling has always been missed by him.
So after he sat down, the first dish he picked up his chopsticks was a piece of fat but not greasy braised pork.
However, just as he moved his chopsticks, Du Er Shura also moved his chopsticks at the same time, locked on the piece of meat that Shen Lang was eyeing, and sneered: "Boy, you are too arrogant!"