() An unexpectedly long smile appeared at the corner of Chu Lang's mouth. He glanced around at the group of men in black surrounding him and roughly counted eight of them. They were just a group of guys hiding their heads but showing their tails. Chu Lang didn't take it seriously yet.
Ma Zhongming felt reassured when he heard that both Cheng Fei and Liu Yong were so sure that the black iron token that the young sect leader wanted was in this boy's possession.
Ma Zhongming checked the boy in front of him. Like himself, he was at the eighth level of spiritual realm. It seemed a bit tricky, but I think so many people would be afraid of him.
Ma Zhongming snorted coldly: "Boy, if you are wise, hand over that black iron token, otherwise the Buddha will not be able to protect you tonight."
"Token, is this it?" Chu Lang took out a black iron token from his arms, raised the token in his hand and sneered.
Ma Zhongming narrowed his eyes slightly. He really couldn't find anything after running through iron shoes. It took no effort to get it. He went out and got it by himself. He could finally do the business tonight.
"Yes, little brother, it's really a wise move to throw it over." Ma Zhongming covered his face, but his relaxed smile could be seen in his eyes.
"That depends on whether you and others have this ability." Chu Lang said calmly.
Chu Lang was really angry. In this world where force is respected, kindness would only make him end his life prematurely, especially when he encountered a group of men in black chasing him for thousands of miles in this world. After living in a low-key manner for more than ten years, this
A little bit is enough to change a person's temperament. If Chu Lang's actions and mentality at this moment were placed in his previous life, he would definitely not be able to do it.
"Huh, brothers, come on." Ma Zhongming didn't want to waste time anymore, and didn't even take Chu Lang, who was also at the eighth level of Lingxu, in his eyes.
Seven or eight people quickly took action and attacked Chu Lang at high speed. The light of swords and shadows illuminated the somewhat dim street. Chu Lang sneered. The skills of these people were average. Ma Zhongming, who had the highest level of cultivation, was only at the eighth level of Lingxu.
Dancing without wind, Chu Lang shuttled through the night like a ghost, using his strange movement skills to dodge seven or eight attacks from the opponent one after another, which was just right.
As soon as Ma Zhongming and others took action, they regretted that they had made the wrong choice tonight. They should not have asked Da Da not to take Mr. Lin with them. Although this Chu Lang's cultivation level was not high, his movement skills were weird and he had great light skills. Seven or eight people surrounded him.
Unable to catch his figure.
Mr. Lin is the young sect master's uncle, and he always protects the young sect master's safety. If Mr. Lin takes action, everything will go much smoother.
At first, Chu Lang was not very used to this fighting style of being surrounded by others. He had thousands of techniques in his mind, but he was too restrained to use them. He continued to use Feng Yu's Nine Transformation Techniques to dodge in the crowd flexibly and easily.
The more they fought, the more frightened Ma Zhongming and others became. They had never seen a person in the spirit realm who could move easily under the attack of seven or eight people. The key was that he was a being with the same level of cultivation as the opponent, and his second brother was a spiritual being.
There is a person in the seventh level of virtual realm, but several people can't defeat each other even if they join forces, and a sense of loss suddenly arises in my heart.
Chu Lang struggled with the other party for a long time, and gradually became more accustomed to this body. He snorted coldly: "I said that I will use you to stretch your muscles and bones. It's almost done now. You can go and die."
Chu Lang suddenly exerted his strength, his movement speed became more elegant, he threw out several punches in an instant, and kicked out two kicks with the wind at his feet.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Several screams rang out, several figures flew backwards, and one person hit a big tree not far from the street, knocking off fallen leaves.
"Fourth brother, how are you?" Cheng Fei exclaimed in panic when he saw Liu Yong was knocked down and hit a tree, then fell to the ground motionless.
"Come together, use all your strength." Cheng Fei was worried about the comfort of his fourth brother Liu Yong, and shouted to the few people who were still standing, and he also jumped up to attack Chu Lang.
"Haha, you are a bunch of clowns who don't know whether to live or die. I will let you see how powerful I am tonight." Chu Lang said coldly and unruly.
Chu Lang's hands changed movements, and the void suddenly seemed to freeze. He clenched his fists and punched the void several times.
Chu Lang shouted loudly and attacked Ma Zhongming with both fists at such a fast speed that Ma Zongming was punched several times in the chest before he could react.
Chu Lang did not dare to use Shattering Fist for a long time, so he pulled out the ancient broken sword hanging from his waist. The broken sword was like a meteor, "shaking the sea with anger," piercing the sky and flying the remaining men in black in the blink of an eye.
"No, stop it, young hero, have mercy on me, young hero, have mercy on me." In a blink of an eye, Chu Lang killed the leader, Ma Zhongming, with a sword through his chest, and sent several of his men flying. Cheng Fei's face changed in shock, and he hurriedly knelt down on the ground.
Begging for mercy.
"Why are you here to surround and kill me, just for this Black Iron Token?" Chu Lang said with a cold face.
"We are just following orders. We will leave immediately and will not disturb you in the future." Cheng Fei said anxiously.
"What do you want this token for? If you tell me, you will be spared. Otherwise, you will all die." Chu Lang glanced around the street with cold eyes. Only three or four were lying on the ground and could move, and the others were silent.
"Our young sect master has other uses. We don't know what the use of this thing is, but our young sect master is very nervous about this thing and must get it. If we lose the master's men tonight, there will still be others coming in the future.
I hope the young master will leave here quickly." Cheng Fei shook his head.
"Hmph, next time I meet that bad old man, I won't be able to spare him, and I will get into big trouble." Chu Lang glanced at the trembling Cheng Fei, and thought coldly in his heart.
"Who is your young master?"
"Luo Yan, the son of Luo Bingqing, the leader of Luo Zongmen."
Chu Lang was full of murderous intent and said in a cold voice: "Go back and tell Luo Yan that he can't expect to get back this black iron token. If you provoke me again, kill one, kill two, and get out."
Cheng Fei didn't care about anything else, he lifted up his fourth brother Liu Yong who was lying on the ground, and disappeared on the street. Several other men in black also left with their dead brothers. In the blink of an eye, the street became clear.
Chu Lang slowly opened his eyes, his face was childish and his eyes were clear. He no longer looked as murderous as before.
Chu Lang glanced at the street with a suspicious look on his face and murmured to himself: "Strange, how could I be like this?"
Looking at the blood splattered on the ground, it stained the snow red, and some of it had penetrated into the snow and mud. The blood red slowly faded, and then was covered by white snow.
Chu Lang calmed down at this moment, feeling that he had become so strange just now. Although he was not considered a good person, he did not kill anyone on sight. Even if a group of people came to make trouble, it would be difficult to kill him ruthlessly.
Chu Lang carefully recalled every move he had just made. The blood in his body was surging, and he seemed to have a violent tendency. Even his words were full of evil spirit, and his actions were a bit paranoid. What on earth went wrong.
Chu Lang suddenly felt very tired. He couldn't exert any strength and almost lost his balance. He hurried back to the room of Yu Lai Inn.
Chu Lang still checked around the room with hesitation, but found nothing.
Chu Lang glanced at the door opposite with curiosity. The door was closed tightly and it was very quiet inside. Chu Lang had no choice but to close the door and window and lay down with his clothes on again. After a while, he became tired, and Chu Lang felt vague.
fell into a deep sleep.
The sun rises very early in Xingyang City, especially at this time of year. The snow outside is sparkling under the sunlight, and some icy corners are like crystal blocks reflecting rainbow light. Several children are standing there.
People were playing with snowballs on the street, creating a happy scene.
Last night, he used the Shattering Kung Fist to repeatedly pump the true energy in his body's Dantian. At this time, Chu Lang felt that his body was very tired, as if the true energy and physical strength in his body had been drained out in an instant.
Although he knew it was daybreak, Chu Lang couldn't help but lie down for a while. Such a weird thing had never happened before. Could it be that he became like this because of practicing the Purple Gang Tianjue.
Chu Lang was lying on the bed thinking endlessly, and it seemed that he had to let it go. Mr. Lin had always said that those who practice martial arts must be steady and steady, not aim too high, let alone be impatient, and must be calm.
Chu Lang decided to practice again after some time, at least in a safe place. If he met bad people outside, he would die without mercy.
Chu Lang felt as if he was exhausted and exhausted. It took a long time for Chu Lang to sit cross-legged on the edge of the bed with difficulty. If he continued like this, he might not be able to make it today.
"No, this will delay the journey." Chu Lang muttered to himself.
Chu Lang slowly operated according to the Ice Art to mobilize the weak zhenqi in his body. Yesterday, the zhenqi was very condensed, but now the rest has almost disappeared.
After two weeks of circulation, the true energy in Chu Lang's body slowly re-condensed some of the true energy from the meridians and acupoints all over his body, and his limbs regained their strength.
After finishing the exercise, Chu Lang got out of bed and moved his limbs and muscles. The soreness and numbness still hadn't subsided. It seemed that he couldn't use Qing Gong to travel today.
Chu Lang simply packed his luggage, picked up the package and walked out of the room. Seeing that the door of the handsome boy's room opposite was still closed and there was no sound inside, Chu Lang frowned.
"What does it have to do with me? I haven't finished my own affairs yet." Chu Lang shook his head and got out of the inn. There were already many diners in the front hall.
Chu Lang called the waiter for a few steamed buns and two bowls of porridge, ate breakfast in a hurry and continued on his way.
Until he left Yulai Inn, Chu Lang didn't see the handsome boy again. Could it be that he had left at the same time.
"It's really good. You can encounter these strange things when you travel around the world. I will definitely tell Junior Sister Yanxue when I get back. She will definitely be very happy." Chu Lang said to himself.
There were more and more pedestrians on the street, and it was almost time. Chu Lang ate two bowls of porridge and a few meat buns, and finally regained some strength. After asking for the direction, Chu Lang hit the road again.
Before nightfall tonight, you must get to Cai Butterfly City where Mu Caifeng is located. It is said that in this Cai Butterfly City every March, the sky above the city will be filled with all kinds of colorful butterflies, so the city got its name.
Come.
There is a Mucai peak not far outside Caidie City. The Mu Caifeng sect is located on the Mucai peak. Generally, if ordinary people in Caidie City want their children to learn martial arts and become apprentices, they will send them to the Mu Caifeng sect.
However, the Mu Caifeng sect prefers to recruit female disciples. After all, the founder of the sect is a woman, and martial arts is more suitable for the training of female disciples. However, it cannot be ruled out that there are still some male disciples in the sect who are just ordinary martial arts practitioners.