The red-faced monk heard the transmission of this divine thought, grinned, walked towards Xin'er and Xiao Ling, and said, "If you don't apologize, you will die for me!"

He slammed his hand and punched Xin'er, everyone didn't expect him to hit him, and even such a cute girl could be ruthless, they were all surprised.

However, Xiao Ling had already taken precautions, and quickly shot out a true element, forming a shield in front of the two of them.

Although this shield was shattered by the red-faced monk's punch, Xiao Ling also pulled Xin'er back a few steps, dodging the true yuan power fluctuations of this punch.

"Dare to start beating the alchemist in our medicine city, this is going to turn the sky upside down!"

"Why are you still stunned? Kill the three of them!"

The alchemists in Medicine City were all the same enemy, and when they saw three outsiders beating people in their own place, they shouted and directly surrounded them.

The red-faced monk was not afraid at all, he burst out with great force and smashed a punch to the ground, all of which collapsed within a radius of three meters that he hit with this punch, and a powerful shock wave spread outward, rushing the alchemists to pieces, falling to the side, and bleeding from their heads.

The red-faced monk pursed his lips disdainfully and said, "Such a weak monk dares to come and show others?"

He turned his head to look at Xiao Ling and roared angrily: "Die!"

Another punch was blasted out, this time he used seventy percent of the true yuan power in his body, and the fist blade broke through the air, not weaker than any blade.

The qi of this punch directly locked on Xiao Ling and Xin'er, allowing the two of them to hide in five places.

Xiao Ling raised his hand again to strike the shield, but as soon as it was formed, it was easily broken by the fist, and it couldn't even play a role in blocking.

The white-faced monk and the female monk of the Tianji Pavilion both looked at this scene coldly, and they didn't think there was a problem, these monks in the remote galaxy were indeed just ants that could be killed casually for them, and even if they were killed, no one dared to blame them on the head of the Tianji Pavilion.

They were all ready to leave, and as soon as the red-faced monk killed the two friars with a single punch, they would swagger away.

But suddenly a flower appeared in front of them, and an additional figure streaked across the void and appeared in front of the red-faced monk.

The red-faced monk's powerful punch slammed into the figure's chest.

The red-faced monk was taken aback, and took a step back, only to see a smiling young man in front of him, and he didn't seem to feel anything at all when he punched him.

"Is that you?" the red-faced monk quickly recognized Qin Lang, "You're that kid in the inn!

Qin Lang smiled: "The three of you can be here, why can't I be here?"

The red-faced monk said angrily, "Okay, you're following us, what are your plans?"

Qin Lang laughed and said, "Why should I follow you? Is there something valuable on you that you are afraid that I will rob you?"

The faces of the three monks of Tianji Pavilion all changed.

Xin'er and Xiao Ling were overjoyed when they saw Qin Lang appear and blocked a punch for them, Xin'er even jumped up and hugged Qin Lang from behind, and said with a smile: "Big brother, you're finally back! You've been there for a long time this time, I thought it would take a long time for you to come back!"

Xiao Ling was more reserved in the end, and she didn't pounce like Xin'er, but she also walked quickly to Qin Lang's side and thanked him with a red face.

The white-skinned monk, but when he saw Qin Lang being held by Xin'er, his hands were difficult to parry, and he saw that it was a good time for a sneak attack, so he suddenly shouted, shot like an arrow, and flew out of a phantom with his hands, and slapped Qin Lang on the chest with a "pop, pa".

Then he turned over in the air and retreated, ready to dodge Qin Lang's deathly counterattack.

Who knew that Qin Lang hadn't even moved at all, he had been standing in place, looking at him like a monkey playing a big show.

After the white-faced monk landed, he looked back and found that Qin Lang had not moved, and he couldn't help but be shocked in his heart.

He also saw the red-faced monk's punch hit Qin Lang's chest just now, and it didn't seem to cause any damage to Qin Lang, knowing that Qin Lang was afraid that his strength was not weak, so he thought about sneaking up and killing Qin Lang quickly, so the seventeen palms just now had already used his peak strength, and it was also his strongest supernatural power.

But Qin Lang still stood like no one, not to mention vomiting blood, and he didn't even breathe for a while.

The white-faced monk and the red-faced monk couldn't help but be wary in their hearts.

Xin'er came back to her senses at this time, hurriedly screamed, let go of Qin Lang's hands, and asked, "Big brother, are you okay?"

Qin Lang patted the clothes on his chest and said, "You ask if his hand is okay?"

Xin'er looked at the white-faced monk, the white-faced monk's hands were indeed faintly painful from the shock, but he still snorted coldly, looking arrogant.

Qin Lang smiled: "When you come to me, you have scolded and scolded, beaten and beaten, what do you want to do, you might as well finish it together." ”

The white-faced monk suddenly shouted, "Let's go up and kill this guy!"

Somehow there was an extra stabbing sword in his hand, and with a shake of his hand, the shadow of the sword spread all over the sky, enveloping Xiang Xin'er and Xiao Ling, the red-faced man was not as bad as him, but he honestly pulled out the big knife behind his back, and slashed Huashan towards the top of Qin Lang's head with one move. The female monk, who had not made a move, also took out a box in her hand and aimed it at Qin Lang.

Qin Lang snorted coldly, his hands shook, pushed Xin'er and Xiao Ling back, dodged the white-faced monk's stabbing sword, and then flew out with a kick, kicking the wrist of the red-faced monk's knife.

His flying feet came first, and the red-faced monk's big knife hadn't hit his head yet, but his wrist was kicked and smashed by Qin Lang first, and the big knife couldn't hold it, and flew over Qin Lang's head, and was copied by Qin Lang in his hand, and he slashed at the white-faced monk with his hand.

The white-faced monk couldn't stab Xin'er and Xiao Ling, and was about to turn his sword to stab Qin Lang, but he didn't expect Qin Lang to move so fast, he had already cut it first, and he was taken aback, and had to return to the sword to block, and he turned over to be slashed by Qin Lang with a knife, and under the shock of the true yuan force, he spit out a mouthful of blood.

Qin Lang didn't have the slightest emotion in his eyes, and with the next swing of his sword, he looked at the white-faced monk's head, wanting to split him in half directly.

The white-faced monk was furious and shouted, "You can't kill me! Do you know who I am? Do you know which sect I am a disciple of!"

Qin Lang sneered and said, "I don't know who you are, but I happen to know what sect you belong to, and it's you who killed!"

Even if he is a disciple of Tianji Pavilion, he will kill if he wants to, what is he afraid of?

People who come to his territory to make trouble and want to kill him, he will not be soft because of the name behind the other party.

When this knife went out, it was about to cut through the white-faced monk, but the box in the hand of the female monk of the Machine Pavilion that day suddenly ejected a large golden net, covering Qin Lang with his head and face.

Qin Lang didn't watch out for the fact that this box actually contained a mechanism, which was covered by a golden net, and the knife was also cut into the net, allowing the white-faced monk to pick up a life.

The white-faced monk was frightened and half dead.

The friar with the box in hand hurriedly shouted, "Don't go away yet!"

She was the first to look at the sky and fly away, and the white-faced monk and the red-faced monk also hurriedly followed, and the three monks turned into three streamers and disappeared into the sky.

Qin Lang slashed at this golden net with two swords, but found that this golden net was actually very tough, and the big knife infused with his powerful true yuan power could not cut through this big net, so he had to throw down the big knife and take out the Tiandu Sword and tear the golden net with a sword.

By this time the three monks had already left far away.

Qin Lang squinted at the sky and sneered, "Let you spare your life first." ”

Xin'er and Xiao Ling ran over and looked at the golden web on the ground, the gold gradually faded, revealing the original face of the web, but it was a magic weapon as thin as spider silk, and the gold was just a ban on it, no wonder it could be stuffed in that small box.

Xiao Ling was surprised: "This magic weapon is also too ingenious, it doesn't need any true yuan power, it can be used by a lowest-level monk, and its power completely depends on the strength of the material and the power of the prohibition, even if it is just a low-level monk, it can fully exert its power." ”

Qin Lang waved and put away the cobweb, and he also understood a little in his heart, this should be the magic weapon created by the Heavenly Machine Pavilion, take it back and ask Danzun or Wu Chengtian, they should recognize it.

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