Tianlang continued to walk and thought: No wonder he was fighting with Zhufeng Canglang, Huang Zongwei, Zhang Lie and others for a while today, and there was no reaction outside. He was as domineering as a lion and as cruel as a snake or a scorpion. It seemed that this human-faced and beastly Helianba was really the same as the rumors.

After leaving the gate of the dungeon, Tianlang felt a flash of fire that made his eyes hurt. It was already night, and the moon was bright and the stars were sparse. Outside the prison gate, there were more than 200 masters wearing heroic gate-style costumes, including Han and Mongolians, both men, women, monks and Taoists.

Among these people, most of them were evil spirits, with a fierce look on their faces. Tianlang glanced over and recognized at least one hundred acquaintances, many of them were masters from the Central Plains and traitors who were expelled from the masters.

Wearing a dirty gray middle-clothed shirt, Zhan Mubai was trembling in the night wind in the desert, looking haggard, with a handsome face pale and no longer visible in the past. The scars inside could be seen from several broken holes on his clothes, and it was obvious that he suffered a lot during this period of detention.

At this moment, Zhan Mubai was slapped by several burly Mongolian men with braided hair. He was only medium-sized, and he was even weak after half a year of prison. Now his internal strength was blocked and he couldn't stand steadily. He was set off by the Mongolian strong men who were as strong as bears, and he was like an adult holding a child.

Tianlang glanced coldly at these heroic sects who glared at him, used the dantian energy, and sent the majestic and gentle voice clearly into everyone present: "Dear Heroes friends, Tianlang, I just negotiated a deal with your Helian Sect Master. I believe the Helian Sect Master has also explained to you that if you come out, let Xia take Zhan Dasha away."

A thin old man stood in front of Zhan Mubai. He couldn't pick up four taels of flesh on his face with the tip of a needle. His face was as thin as a skeleton. His two long eyebrows hung weakly on his cheeks, and his whole body was wrapped in a black robe. Unlike other people wearing standard heroic outfits such as tattooed wolf and eagle, he looked three-pointed like a human, but seven-pointed like a ghost. He lacked a little finger on his left hand, which was particularly conspicuous.

Tianlang noticed him as soon as he came out. He knew this person. He was the Ghost Saint, the leader of the four great sects of the Demon Sect, who was the leader of the Demon Sect. He used his zombie skills and Yinfeng Palm and soul-searching claws to enter the martial arts world. He also had a relationship with him back then.

The Ghost Saint has been famous for more than 40 years. At that time, the Demon Sect was in civil turmoil. The faction where the Ghost Saint was located lost power. In order to save his life, he betrayed the Demon Sect and joined the Hero Sect.

Even among the traitors of various sects who defect to the Hero Sect, Ghost Saint is the number one master. Now he is ranked behind the three brothers of the Hero Sect, ranking fourth. When those three are not there, he is the only one who is in charge of the Hero Sect.

The Ghost Saint carefully looked at the man with a red upper body in front of him. He knew Tianlang. A few days ago, the Ghost Saint was also invisible in the caravan. He was impressed by his toughness at that time. Looking at the Sky Wolf's stance, it was obvious that he had experienced a fierce battle with several masters from the Hero Sect in the dungeon.

Although the Ghost Saint did not believe that at Tianlang's age, he could really defeat Helianba, after all, he had personally seen Helianba's martial arts, and he beat him to vomit blood within a hundred moves. He had been in the world for more than 40 years and had seen those who could compete with Helianba in martial arts. The world was so big that there were only a few people.

Even if Tianlang starts practicing martial arts from his mother's womb, he will not be able to beat Helianba, let alone look at the injuries on his body. He was obviously hit by Huang Zongwei's golden needle palm and Zhang Lie's Sky Eagle Claw. The three masters of the Hero Sect joined forces, and no one in the world can stop it. Moreover, Tianlang did not have the scars left by Helianba, which also proved that Helianba did not take action. Tianlang could come out like this, obviously he had already agreed with Helianba.

But the Ghost Saint was not willing to let Tianlang go in his hand, so he laughed gloomyly, and a green light flashed in his eyes: "Tianlang, you really have the courage. A few days ago, I thought you were crazy in the desert, but I didn't expect that I would dare to come to my hero's sect to save people. Today, there are so many masters here, do you think you can still leave?"

Tianlang didn't even look at Gui Sheng. His attention was only focused on Zhan Mubai, who was pale-faced: "Ghost Saint, you just need to listen to Helianba's orders. He should have told you that if I come out, let me take Zhan Mubai away, otherwise you wouldn't bring him out, right?"

The thin old face of the Ghost Saint blushed and was slapped in the face by a junior like this. This old face was really unpredictable: "Boy, don't be too crazy. The Lord only said that if you save your life, you can let Zhan Mubai go. He didn't say that you are not allowed to leave your life."

Tianlang raised his eyebrows and showed a contemptuous smile on his lips: "Why, Ghost Saint, are you not convinced and want to gesture?"

The murderous intent appeared in the Ghost Saint's eyes, and he was about to speak, but the strong and domineering voice of Helianba seemed to be coming from the underground: "I have said, let them go, let them go, and I will talk about other things later!"

The verbal storm that was about to reach the mouth of the Ghost Saint was drowned in his throat. He gave Tianlang a fierce look and stood aside. The thin hand in his black robe stretched out and pressed Zhan Mubai on the back of his heart. With a little force, Zhan Mubai pushed Zhan Mubai towards Tianlang and unbuttoned the acupoints on his body.

Tianlang turned around and clasped his fists at the gate of the head dungeon, saying, "Thank you, Master Xie Helian, three days later, Ping'an Inn is waiting for the big drive!"

Zhan Mubai rubbed his hands. He had been blocked with key acupoints and meridians for more than half a year. He was tortured and questioned by the Hero Sect every day, but he gritted his teeth and did not reveal a word. After a few months, he gradually realized that the Hero Sect didn't want to really get any martial arts secrets from him. He just wanted to use him as a bait to hunt down the righteous sects who came to rescue him.

Although Zhan Mubai didn't know how many martial arts fellow practitioners had already died in the desert for his own life, he felt a little relieved when he saw the Tianlang in front of him. He tried to use the internal force around his body, but his whole body was soft and difficult to exert force. He could only smile bitterly and shook his head, and saluted Tianlang: "Thank you, this hero, thank you for your rescue. May I ask your name Gao?"

Tianlang looked at Zhan Mubai's face. Although he was haggard, he still couldn't hide his style. For many years, Zhan Mubai has always been spread throughout the world as a handsome woman, and even got the nickname of a jade-faced god in the world.
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