The two qi forces collided in the air, and a loud "bang" sounded, stirring up sand and dust in the sky. Li Qianhu groaned, and then the sound of a broken arm of "Kala" spurted a bloody rain on his face. His body flew backwards like a kite with a broken string and hit a killer in the Eagle Group behind. The two fell heavily into the sand together, without moving.

The fear in the eyes of the killers of the Eagle Group was even more intense, and the cold voice of Tianlang, which was so cold that he had no humanity, came from his ears: "Who else wants to try it?"

A melodious sound of flute suddenly came from the opening hole, three short and two long. All the Eagle Group killers showed joy in their eyes. They all seemed to have a general amnesty. They no longer cared about Tianlang and jumped off the hole. In the end, the two of them carried Li Qianhu, who was already unconscious and another Eagle Group killer who was unlucky, and also jumped down.

Tianlang still stood with his arms in his arms, watching the people leaving in a cold manner. He had no intention of chasing these people because he didn't want to reveal his strength in front of that person yet.

When he fought with that man for the last time a few years ago, he knew very well that these people today could not be his opponents at all. Li Qianhu, who had one of the forty grandchildren just now, could even make him understand that these Eagle Group killers do not even have the ability to test their own strength.

The man underground spoke out and withdrew his subordinates, not because he was pitying the lives of these people, but because he had no need to waste it in vain. He was never a kind person, just like Tianlang just claimed that he was not a good person.

The reason why these Eagle Group killers can leave alive is because they are useful. The lives of their subordinates are never life, but they have to die worthwhile. This is the principle of this person.

Tianlang shook his head. He knew that the man would never be able to show up again before he was sure to defeat him. He said coldly to the bottomless tunnel: "If you want to find me, come by yourself, you know where I am."

After leaving this sentence, Tianlang turned around gracefully and walked away without looking back. His footprints, which were as deep as a shadow, disappeared in the strong wind in the desert. Behind him, a heavy sigh came from the dark hole.

The next day at dawn, Tianlang came to an inn thirty miles away. There was only this inn within a radius of a hundred miles. In the courtyard wall that was as tall as chest, a two-story building made of rammed loess stood alone. In the wind and sand of the desert, the surface was full of holes. Small holes hung on the loess wall made the inn look like a face covered with pockmarks.

On the roof of the building, a windmill with one person height was blown by the wind and rotated rapidly like a hot wheel. A large flag stood in front of the inn. On the flag raised by the strong wind, four large characters "Ping An Inn" were written vertically, and a line of tadpole-like Mongolian language was written next to these four characters.

Tianlang walked into the inn door by himself, and a yellow dog covered with a layer of sand lay lazily at the door. Seeing Tianlang, he suddenly felt excited. He shook his tail happily, straightened his body, shook his body, and a small-scale sandstorm suddenly appeared at the door.

Without looking at the yellow dog, Tianlang took out a sheep stick from his arms and threw it to the corner on the right side of the door. The yellow dog happily whined, ran to the corner, and happily gnawed the bone.

The light in the inn was very dark. Although it was daytime, the wind and sand in the sky blocked the bright sunlight outside. The surrounding windows were actually just a two-foot-square loess hole, with a wooden board supported by a short wooden stick and closed tightly.

The north wind was cold, and several short wooden sticks at the bottom of the wooden board were gone without a trace. The wooden board was blown by the wind and opened and closed. There was a gust of wind blowing the wooden board and the "squeak" sound on the shaft pivot when the wooden board was blowing, making people feel very upset.

There were several wooden tables in the lobby, one in the corner, and a man was sitting in the shadow, wearing a hat, and in the dark light, it was hard to see his face.

Tianlang glanced at the table with cold erectus. He pulled the towel down, and his luck was shocked. A yellow mist formed around him and then slowly fell down.

A long voice came from the corner: "Why have you learned my Ah Huang's trick to shook the sand?"

Tianlang's serious face still had no expression. When he raised his hand, a jar with thick yellow mud flew over a pile of wine jars by the wall. It seemed that there were at least twenty kilograms of wine in the jar. After the jar spun around Tianlang's hand, Tianlang pushed the jar with his right hand, and the jar was as fast as a meteor, heading straight to the hat-guest in the corner.

The Guest Guest laughed and stretched out his right hand. A soft energy silently covered the three-foot range around him. The rapidly rotating wine jar was removed and steadily landed on the table in front of the Guest Guest. The pile of yellow mud that was living was shaken open by the energy. The strong fragrance of wine filled the entire inn in a blink of an eye.

At this moment, Tianlang's feet were not moved. He suddenly floated to a table in front of the Guest Guest. He gently pressed the table with his left hand, and two wine bowls soared into the air and flew directly to the Guest Guest.

The guest of the hat slowly took off the hat, revealing a thirty-five and fairy-like face. He put a bun on his head, his skin was fair, his long beard floated without wind under the third floor, his eyes were red and his lying silkworm eyebrows, his lips were red and his teeth were white, and his every move showed a sense of mastery.

Tianlang sat down in front of the Taoist with a golden sword and grabbed the wine jar. The big wine jar weighing dozens of pounds was lifted in his hands as lightly. The strong fragrance of wine was poured into the bowl in front of the two of them like a gurgling stream. He glanced at the Taoist, Tianlang grabbed the wine bowl in front of him and drank it all in one go.

The Taoist sighed, and did not speak. He picked up the wine bowl and took a sip, but felt the mouth was hot, and a heat gush suddenly rose from his belly, like a burning fire. He frowned and said, "You are already in a state of insulting in your body. If you drink such strong wine, you will be unable to control your internal breath. At the least, you will lose control, and your meridians will be completely broken."

Tianlang seemed to have not heard the Taoist words, and filled himself with a big bowl. He still raised his neck, moved his throat, and with a "gurgle", the huge sea bowl instantly became empty.
Chapter completed!