Shen Lang's ability to observe words and emotions is already very strong, and this Yang Dabao is probably not a good thing. Dust↓緣↖ ↘文文網

Although he is quiet on the surface, he has been secretly wary of Yang Dabao.

Seeing that Yang Dabao's back movements were a little weird, Shen Lang suddenly felt a big chill in his heart.

"Brother Yang, be careful of Yang Wei!" Shen Lang let out a strange cry and suddenly pointed behind Yang Dabao.

"Huh?"

Yang Dabao was so frightened that he trembled, and subconsciously turned his head in the direction that Shen Lang was pointing at, thinking that Yang Wei was not dead.

Although he put a bunch of cruel words just now, in Yang Dabao's heart, Yang Wei is a nightmare-like existence.

Shen Lang grinned and sneered, and took the opportunity to kick out, hitting Yang Dabao's crotch.

"Bang!"

"Ah!!h

Yang Dabao's face distorted instantly, let out a terrible scream, and fell down holding his crotch.

Catching a glimpse of Yang Dabao holding a poisonous needle between his fingertips, Shen Lang's face suddenly became gloomy, this guy is really not a fuel-efficient lamp.

Shen Lang immediately lifted a breath of true qi, his right hand clenched into a fist, and the green tendons of his right arm burst out, overflowing with wind.

"Whew!"

Taking advantage of the moment when Yang Dabao fell, Shen Lang struck out the first form of the Seven Wounds Fist.

Yang Dabao wanted to yin Shen Lang, but he didn't expect to be yin by Shen Lang, and he hated it in his heart! He covered his crotch, in pain, and wondered if Shen Lang's foot just now had cut himself off?

Seeing Shen Lang punching him in the chest, Yang Dabao was furious, and he also slapped it with a palm.

Yang Dabao was hit hard in the crotch, and he reacted a beat slower in pain, and suffered a big loss, and his palm didn't have much power at all.

But Shen Lang had already prepared, and this style of Seven Wounds Fist used all his strength.

Yang Dabao's palm originally wanted to slap Shen Lang's chest directly, but halfway through, he found that Shen Lang's fist style was too strong, and he didn't have the confidence to resist, so this palm changed the trajectory and hit Shen Lang's punch. ^

With a "boom" sound, plus a crisp "click", Yang Dabao's face suddenly distorted.

The fat palm of his middle fist was already blurred with flesh and blood, and a large amount of blood gushed out, and several broken bones bulged out in the flesh, clearly visible, hideous and terrifying.

Shen Lang punched seven wounds in one style, and directly abolished his entire right arm!

Yang Dabao couldn't believe his eyes for a while, the power of Shen Lang's punch was comparable to a bomb with high energy!

Shen Lang's Divine Illumination Sutra had already been cultivated to the fourth layer, and the damage to his body in the first form of the Seven Injuries Fist was not outrageous. Although the corners of his mouth were already bleeding, the internal functions of his body were still intact, and Shen Lang had the strength to continue to make moves.

Yang Dabao didn't have time to be frightened, Shen Lang instantly sent a snowflake divine palm, and a palm hit Yang Dabao's chest firmly.

"Boom!"

Yang Dabao opened his mouth and vomited blood, and a terrible scream came out of his mouth.

When he saw Shen Lang young before, he thought that this kid was so foolish and easy to bully, but Yang Dabao didn't expect Shen Lang to be so ruthless!

The ruthlessness was still behind, Shen Lang didn't give him a chance to breathe, and the snow pierced through the clouds and struck out continuously.

"Bang bang!"

Within a second, Shen Lang struck out six palms, all of which hit Yang Dabao's chest.

"Poof!" Yang Dabao's face twisted to the extreme, and blood spurted wildly.

Shen Lang retracted his palm, Yang Dabao's ribs were broken, his heart was shattered, and he died in an instant.

The guys in the martial arts cultivation world, sure enough, there are a lot of sinister and vicious guys, if it weren't for the extra eye he had just had, he might really be given yin by this yang treasure.

Shen Lang stood up and gasped for breath, the matter was finally over.

Yang Wei and Yang Dabao exposed their corpses in the wilderness, and Shen Lang found a few spirit crystals from the two of them, which could be regarded as a small receipt.

Shen Lang returned to the abandoned hut before, because of the fight just now, the abandoned hut had collapsed. The surrounding woods were also a mess, and there were traces of fighting everywhere.

In the ruins, Shen Lang accidentally caught a glimpse of several books that had been thrown away by Yang Dabao before, that is, the Romance of the Three Kingdoms, Journey to the West, Golden Bottle Plum and the like. The book was blown up by the wind, and several drawings on it caught his attention.

Shen Lang stepped forward slightly, picked up the "Golden Plum Bottle" and looked at it, and raised his eyebrows.

The content in it has nothing to do with the Golden Bottle Plum, but it is indeed a cheat book of exercises.

Although Shen Lang did not dare to determine the authenticity, he was mostly sure that this book was very likely to be a combination of yin and yang.

Hidden in the tree before, Shen Lang heard the conversation between Yang Dabao and Yang Wei.

There shouldn't be any need to fake the things that Yang Wei carried, but now that I think about it, Yang Dabao is really stupid.

Of course, the Yin-Yang Acacia Technique was too beastly, and Shen Lang would not go to cultivate, but he still put it into his purse.

Shen Lang guessed that Yang Wei's elder brother Yang Tongtian might also practice this kind of exercise, maybe he could study the weaknesses of this kind of exercise.

Lin Cai'er was outside the woods, anxiously waiting for Shen Lang to come out.

Although she believed that Shen Lang could handle the incident well, she was still very worried in her heart, especially when she heard all kinds of explosions in the woods just now, which made her little face turn white.

"Sorry to keep you waiting. "In the darkness of the night, suddenly a voice floated.

The sudden sound frightened Lin Cai'er so much that her little heart was about to jump out.

As soon as she saw that it was Shen Lang in front of her, Lin Cai'er quickly showed a happy expression on her face, and immediately hugged Shen Lang's arms, panting coquettishly: "I'm scared to death, Brother Lang, are you okay?"

"It's okay, it's okay, but you are, they didn't do anything to you, right?" asked Shen Lang.

"Nope. Lin Caier shook her head, and her tense heart finally relaxed.

Shen Lang comforted Lin Cai'er for a few words, and then said, "Let's go back quickly." ”

"Hmm. Lin Cai'er nodded heavily.

The two returned the same way, and Shen Lang made a call to Bai Tianyu.

Knowing that Lin Caier was rescued, Bai Tianyu was also very happy, and immediately sent someone from the criminal police team to pick them up.

When he arrived in the village, Shen Lang told Bai Tianyu what had happened, and all the kidnappers involved in the case had been killed by Shen Lang.

Although Bai Tianyu was still a little uncomfortable with Shen Lang's murder, Shen Lang's solution to this big case could be regarded as eliminating harm for the people.

After the policemen of the criminal police team learned the news, they were all relieved, and the criminal police team was tormented for this case in the past two days.

Shen Lang did not go back to the villa at night, and stayed with Lin Caier in a hotel in the town.

Bai Tianyu still had to deal with the aftermath of the case, so he left first.

Accompanied Lin Caier to finish dinner. After arriving at the room, Shen Lang took a bath and sat on the bed to meditate and cultivate.

The previous fight had caused Shen Lang to suffer some injuries, and although the degree of injury was not particularly serious, it still couldn't be delayed, otherwise it would affect his cultivation.

Shen Lang ran the Divine Sutra and recovered from his injuries.

At around ten o'clock in the evening, Shen Lang's injuries were no longer serious, and he could fully recover after two days of rest.