Chapter Ninety-Three: Kneeling

"Senior brother, this outer disciple not only wants to chop off my fingers and rob my sect points, but also seriously injured more than a dozen disciples of our inner gate, and doesn't take our inner door in his eyes at all, senior brother, you must be the master for us and defend the honor of our inner door!"

Lin Yan wiped his nose and two tears, crying like a resentful woman, and the original personal grievances were even raised by him to the battle of honor in the inner door in the end!

"This person is too good at!"

Yun'er pursed her lips speechlessly, such a good eloquence, being a martial artist is really condescending!

Qiu Yubai's heart tightened, for Lin Yan to respect him so much, the strength of this white-robed young man must be extremely good!

Although Qin Lang is strong, there is still a certain gap in the face of these real masters in the inner door!

"Needless to say, since I dare to make a move against the inner disciple, I will never spare him!"

The white-robed young man is obviously an extremely protective person, and he has already made a decision without asking the reason!

"Senior brother is wise!"

Lin Yan and the dozen or so inner disciples who were seriously injured by Qin Lang were all happy!

With this help, Qin Lang may not even be able to turn over a wave!

"Senior brother, that arrogant outer disciple is him!"

With a smug look on his face, Lin Yan stretched out his hand and pointed at Qin Lang.

The white-robed young man looked in the direction of Lin Yan's finger, his gaze fell on Qin Lang, and his pupils shrank suddenly.

"Qin Lang, you're finished this time!"

Lin Yan looked smug and sneered, but before he finished speaking, the white-robed young man directly knelt in front of Qin Lang with a "poof"!

"Gah?"

Lin Yan's smug face froze, the strongest person he called, the inner disciple of the warrior quadruple knelt down to the outer disciple, what the hell is going on?

"Huh?"

More than a dozen inner disciples who were violently beaten by Qin Lang just struggled to stand up, originally waiting to see Qin Lang's jokes, but when they saw the scene in front of them, their eyes widened one by one, and their brains short-circuited in an instant!

"What's going on!"

Qiu Yubai blinked vigorously, and even wondered if he was dazzled, the white-robed young man who had just been invincible just now fell to his knees at Qin Lang's feet in the blink of an eye?

"He seems to be very afraid of the young master?"

Seeing the white-robed young man kneeling on the ground, his whole body shaking into a sieve, and he looked extremely frightened, a trace of doubt flashed in Yun'er's beautiful eyes.

"Senior Brother Qin, I haven't seen you for a long time, are you okay?"

The white-robed young man's voice trembled, and he forced a smile.

"It's you?

Glancing at the white-robed youth, Qin Lang smiled dumbly, this person was none other than one of the gatekeeper disciples who had been driven away from the Alchemy Pavilion by He Shaolong at the beginning!

Lin Yan's last hole card, the strongest person who assessed the inner disciple in his mouth, was actually the gatekeeper disciple who had offended him at the beginning!

"Hehe, it's my honor to see Senior Brother Qin again!"

The white-robed young man forced a smile, but in his heart, he scolded the eighteenth generation of Lin Yan's ancestors, if he knew that he was going to deal with the person in front of him, he would not dare to wade into this troubled water if he gave himself a hundred dares!

"You didn't seem to be sparing me?"

Qin Lang looked like a smile on his face, staring at the white-robed youth.

"Misunderstanding! Definitely a misunderstanding! A big misunderstanding!"

The white-robed young man panicked in his heart and hurriedly explained.

"Since it's a misunderstanding, then it's up to you to deal with this matter, I hope you can give me a satisfactory result, otherwise ......"

Glancing at the white-robed youth, Qin Lang said lightly.

"Senior Brother Qin, please rest assured, this matter is on me!"

Without waiting for Qin Lang to finish speaking, the white-robed young man directly slapped his chest with a thump, stood up, turned back, and walked back to Lin Yan, who still hadn't recovered from the scene in front of him.

"Smack!"

slapped a slap on Lin Yan's face, a loud slap came out, blood and several teeth were knocked away, and half of Lin Yan's face was instantly swollen!

"Senior Brother Hao, are you beating me?"

Lin Yan still didn't come to his senses, his face was confused, and his words were slurred.

The person he invited at a great price didn't make a move on Qin Lang, but slapped himself hard!

What the is going on!

"What about beating you? Dare to offend Senior Brother Qin, you are quite fat! Why don't you kneel down for Senior Brother Qin quickly!"

With a kick out, Lin Yan's knees weakened, and he couldn't help but pout and knelt down in front of Qin Lang.

"Reach out!"

The white-robed young man snorted coldly and suddenly drew the saber on his waist.

"No, no, no, no!"

An ominous premonition suddenly rose from the bottom of his heart, Lin Yan instantly sweated like rain, looked at the long sword glowing with cold light in horror, and retreated back again and again, no matter how stupid he was, he knew that the white-robed young man was going to chop off his fingers!

Swing your sword!

A flash of coldness!

Nine fingers were cut off on the spot, and blood splashed Lin Yan's face!

On the side, more than a dozen inner disciples stared at each other, their faces full of incredulity!

A pig-like wail came out, Lin Yan fainted directly, and the inner disciple token on his waist was respectfully handed to Qin Lang by the white-robed youth:

"Senior Brother Qin, are you still satisfied with what I did?"

At this moment, in the eyes of everyone present, how could the white-robed young man be a fourfold master of the samurai? It was like Qin Lang's dog's leg!

Nodding, Qin Lang said lightly:

"Lin Yan injured my brother, give my brother the points in it as compensation!"

"Yes!"

The white-robed young man swiped his fingers, and suddenly all the points on Lin Yan's disciple token were transferred to Qiu Yubai's disciple token.

"Three million!"

Looking at the three million sect points suddenly on his disciple's token, Qiu Yubai's jaw was about to fall, with so many sect points, the inner disciple is really not ordinary rich!

"Senior Brother Qin, if there is nothing else, then I will retire!"

The white-robed young man asked cautiously, standing in front of Qin Lang was too stressful, he really didn't want to stay here for a second longer!

Qin Lang's gaze swept over the more than a dozen inner disciples who had been seriously injured by him, and everyone who met Qin Lang's gaze hurriedly lowered their heads to dodge, feeling uneasy in their hearts!

At this time, they already understood that the seemingly unattractive outer disciple in front of them was completely an existence that they couldn't provoke!

Lin Yan's fate is a lesson from the past!

No one dares to touch the mold at this time!

"You should have grabbed a lot of points in this secret realm assessment, right?"

His gaze fell on the token on the waist of the inner disciples, Qin Lang's eyes suddenly lit up, and he said without hurry.

"Boom!"

More than a dozen inner disciples were shocked in their hearts, Qin Lang's words obviously meant to ask for the points on their tokens!

Bai Pao smiled bitterly in his heart, too, with this person's character, these inner disciples offended him, how could this let them leave so easily!

"Quick, hand over all your disciple tokens!"

The white-robed young man moved quickly, collected all the tokens, and then handed them all over to Qin Lang in the heart-wrenching gazes of more than a dozen inner disciples, even his own!

Drawing all the points to his token, Qin Lang was happy in his heart, but on the surface, he was indifferent, and waved his hand:

"Don't be eye-catching here, get out!"

"Thank you, Senior Brother Qin!"

The white-robed young man fled as if he had been granted amnesty, with more than a dozen inner disciples and the unconscious Lin Yanfei.

"Haha, good harvest!"

Looking at the dazzling string of "zeros" behind the "three" on his token, Qin Lang showed a look of ecstasy, 30 million sect points can be exchanged for 3,000 spirit stones!

Hahaha!

Make a fortune!