Chen Zifeng's face was full of gloom, and he didn't bother to explain, he pointed to Shen Lang, who had just walked in the door, and snorted coldly: "You guys keep an eye on that kid for me, don't let him run away!"

After saying that, Chen Zifeng couldn't wait to go upstairs to take a bath, and the two horses also walked up with Hua Butterfly in their arms. Dust, Margin, Text, Learning ↘, Network

The eyes of the three people in the hall turned to Shen Lang who walked in.

Shen Lang didn't say a word, just sat on the sofa and lifted Erlang's legs.

"Boy, who are you?" the strong-haired man glanced at Shen Lang and shouted in a humming voice.

"Little minion is not qualified to talk to me. Shen Lang didn't even look at the inch-haired man.

"How do you talk to Lao Tzu, you are looking for death!" The strong-headed man was furious, and was about to rush up, but was stopped by the monk next to him.

"Amitabha, seeing that the donor's pace is steady and his momentum is extraordinary, he must be a master!" said the thin monk with his hands folded.

"Fart, bald, you said he was a master, why didn't Lao Tzu see it!" shouted the stout man.

"Alright, don't make any noise!" another man in a strong suit shouted.

Shen Lang glanced at the three people in the hall, his eyes locked on the monk, and frowned, "You are a disciple of Wanlong Temple, why do you want to be a lackey of the Black Dragon Society?"

The monk's face changed slightly, and he clasped his hands together and said, "The little monk was indeed born in Wanlong Temple, but he has long been vulgar. The little monk is not a lackey of the Black Dragon Society. ”

"For the sake of your origin in Wanlong Temple, I can spare your life today, you can go!" Shen Lang shook his hand and said coldly.

Fajiang was also born in Wanlong Temple, a monk of Wanlong Temple, and there is a "swastika" inscription on his neck. Fajiang also has it.

"Amitabha, Mr. Zifeng and Miss Hua Die have saved the life of the little monk, please don't come unharmed. ”

"Then don't regret it later!" Shen Lang snorted coldly.

About ten minutes later, Chen Zifeng walked down from the second floor, just after taking a shower, and changed into a shirt. Hua Die had already come to her senses, took a bath, and changed her clothes.

Thinking of what had just happened, Butterfly felt disgusted, and her anger had swelled to the limit.

The faces of the two were extremely gloomy.

glanced at Shen Lang, who was sitting on the sofa in the hall, with Erlang's legs crossed, and her delicate body trembling: "Shen Lang, the old lady is going to chop you!" ^

"Hua Die, you calm down first, this kid can't run away. Chen Zifeng whispered.

Although Hua Die usually has a ruthless style, she surprisingly listens to Chen Zifeng's words. She didn't act rashly.

Shen Lang held the jade box in his right hand, stood up from the sofa, and grinned: "Okay, Chen Zifeng, you asked me to come over just so that these rabble can deal with me?"

Chen Zifeng gritted his teeth and said: "Shen Lang, I, Chen Zifeng, admire your courage, but you are really too deceitful. I have always been very reasonable, and the grievances of the rivers and lakes are resolved in the way of the rivers and lakes. In this way, if you can defeat these masters one by one, I will obey you! Otherwise, you will have to explain here today!"

"Surnamed Chen, do you really think I'm going to be afraid of this garbage? Needless to say, let this garbage go together!"

Shen Lang twisted his neck, to this extent, it can't be said to be a warm-up exercise.

Seeing that Shen Lang had a fearless appearance, Chen Zifeng was also shocked in his heart.

However, as far as Shen Lang's performance last time was at most, it was about the same level as Hua Butterfly.

"Shen Lang, since you said so, then don't blame me for being ruthless. Chen Zifeng's face was gloomy, and he pointed at Shen Lang and said, "What are you still doing in a daze, let's go together!"

"The old lady stabbed you to death!"

Hua Die gritted her silver teeth, flipped her hands, and flashed two daggers, and the whole person rushed towards Shen Lang like an arrow from the string.

The strong-headed man was closest to Shen Lang, a cruel smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and he was the first to pounce. The thin monk stepped forward quickly, and also rushed up.

Another man in a power suit had a cold look on his face, and with a wave of one hand, he threw three nail heads.

The corners of Shen Lang's mouth showed a hint of mockery, and using a hidden weapon in front of him was equivalent to an axe in the class.

"Woohoo!"

Shen Lang didn't even look at it, he reached out his right hand like lightning and grabbed the nail head that broke through the air.

The three nail heads were firmly clamped by Shen Lang's fingers, Shen Lang snorted coldly and threw the nail heads out again.

"Poof!"

Three nail heads instantly pierced the man's chest, blood gushing like a pour, there were three more holes in the chest, and the three nail heads were nailed deep into the wall behind him.

"You" The man in the strong suit opened his eyes wide, pointed at Shen Lang, let out a last scream from his mouth, and fell in a pool of blood.

In less than half a second, Shen Lang killed one person in seconds, making everyone overwhelmed.

At this moment, another inch-headed strong man had already approached Shen Lang's body, but he was horrified to find that his companion's body had been pierced by three nail heads.

The inch-headed man finally showed a frightened look on his face, and he was a little timid in his heart.

The corners of Shen Lang's mouth showed a rebellious arc, the jade box was taken off, and a blood-colored long knife fell into his hand.

Touching the blade of the Blood Drinking Knife, Shen Lang's eyes showed a hint of sharpness: "It's really a good knife." ”

Seeing that Shen Lang was absent-mindedly touching the knife, the strong-headed man thought he had caught the flaw, slapped it with one palm, and roared wildly in his mouth: "Death to Lao Tzu!"

Bright Blood Drinking Knife, Shen Lang's heart was a little hot, and the master finally gave himself a good thing.

Just use these guys to try the knife, and let these guys have a good understanding of what the difference in strength is.

"Bloodkill!"

Shen Lang ran his true qi, shouted violently, and swung the blood drinking knife around twice in the air, opening the strongest move of the Seven Killing Knife Style!

The furious sword qi swept around Shen Lang's body, and the blood drinking knife in his hand was even more enveloped by a storm.

Hua Die and the monk were shocked, and they couldn't help but stop, feeling that Shen Lang's momentum had climbed to an unrivaled level.

"Drink!"

Shen Lang was not polite, let out a low shout, and slashed down at the inch-headed strong man.

"Boom!"

The huge sword qi roared, and the violent roar shook the heavens and the earth, drowning out all the sounds around it. It's like there's a big earthquake.

The sword qi swallowed the inch-headed strong man into it, and instantly slashed that person's body to pieces!

The furious knife qi rampage, blasting the entire ground into potholes, and the front desk of the nightclub was directly bombarded by the knife qi, making a deafening roar.

After the blow, a layer of flying ash and blood mist filled the surroundings, and only a large pool of blood could be seen on the ground, and the inch-headed strong man was already blurred with flesh and blood, and even his bones were cut into slag!

Seeing this scene against the sky, Hua Die's eyes widened, and her body trembled a little! What kind of martial art is this, it is simply terrifying!

A group of horses around him were terrified.

Chen Zifeng's scalp was even more numb, he never dreamed that Shen Lang would be strong to this level, is this really the strength that people can have?

The monk was not timid, his right hand flipped over, and a big yin and yang hand slapped towards Shen Lang.