Chapter 17

"Shen Wansan, do you know what I mean?"

Shen Lang looked at Shen Wansan with a smile.

Shen Wansan finally felt a pressure, because Shen Lang had a killing intention.

Although Shen Lang doesn't have any breath at ordinary times, even people with advanced skills can't see that Shen Lang is a martial artist.

But once Shen Lang's killing intention is released, few people can bear it.

"Go back, young master, I don't know." Shen Wansan replied with a hard head.

"Qing'er, come here."

Shen Lang said faintly.

"Did he hit you?"

Shen Qing looked at Shen Wansan with hatred and nodded: "young master, it's him. I just reported a few grievances for you at that time, so he did it."

"Hoo"

A killing intention soared into the sky.

"Shen Lang, how dare you?"

When Shen Wansan felt this killing intention, he looked greatly changed and his internal power surged all over to resist the fist attacked by Shen Lang.

"Frost everywhere, frost all over the sky."

Before he fought with Shen Lang, Shen Wansan felt that his internal power was not running smoothly, as if his internal power had been frozen.

"Tianshuang fist"

The wind has no appearance, the clouds are impermanent, and the frost has no trace.

For a moment, the air seemed frozen. Shen Wansan's arms first began to frost, and then spread upward. If this situation continues, Shen Wansan will soon become a frost man.

Shen Wansan's internal power is not weak. After all, he is the guard of the Sutra Pavilion. If his martial arts are not high, he will not be sent to guard the Sutra Pavilion.

Shen Wansan's internal power was running wildly and he shouted angrily. The frost on his body was scattered in an instant. Then Shen Wansan no longer approached Shen Lang, but stepped back, grabbed a long sword from a Shen family disciple and attacked Shen Lang.

"Qingfeng sword technique."

Qingfeng sword is a yellow level martial art. It's not powerful, but it's changeable, light and changeable.

Shen Lang disdained to smile.

"Weak, too weak, very weak."

Just when the children of the Shen family thought that there would be a battle between dragons and tigers, Shen Wansan's sword was caught in his hand by Shen Lang's two fingers.

"Remember in your next life that I can't touch those who are in the waves."

An indifferent voice sounded.

Then he saw Shen Lang's palm raised, the air around his palm twisted, and the sound of "Peng" hit Shen Wansan's chest.

"Poof!"

Shen Wansan spewed blood, which was mixed with fragments of internal organs.

"Old three."

With a loud drink, an old man of the same age as Shen Wansan flew out of the Sutra Pavilion.

The old man is the keeper on the second floor of the Sutra Pavilion. He was watching upstairs and thought that the battle between Shen Lang and Shen Wansan would be fought for a while in order to decide the outcome.

But unexpectedly, the fight between the two ended in the blink of an eye, and ended in Shen Wansan's complete defeat.

You know, Shen Wansan is the ninth martial artist the day after tomorrow. He is only one step away from the peak, but that's it. Shen Wansan didn't go through a round in Shen Lang's hand.

Shen Lang took a indifferent look at Shen Wansan, who had more air on the ground and less air intake, and slowly said, "let's go."

With that, Shen Lang and others walked towards the Sutra Pavilion. They still had business to do. The information of the eldest young son was much more important than Shen Wansan's life.

"You go to hell."

The old man holding Shen Wansan suddenly flew up and slapped Shen Lang on the chest, as if he wanted to return the slap for Shen Wansan.

The old man has reached the peak of the day after tomorrow, and he is still the best in the peak of the day after tomorrow.

Shen Lang had long guessed that the old man would not give up. The three people guarding the Sutra Pavilion were three brothers. Shen Wansan was the third. The old man's name was Shen Waner, the second. The eldest Shen Wanyi was the watcher of the top floor and the only person in the Shen family who was born without being an elder.

Shen Wanyi and Shen Lang have never seen him before, but it is said that Shen Wanyi's strength is stronger than Shen Mingming and others. He is only a little weaker than Shen Kun, the ancestor of the Shen family. He is truly the second strongest of the Shen family.

However, these 120000 things were not put in Shen Lang's eyes. Shen Lang didn't care about the Shen family, including Shen Kun.

Now a small Shen family can't attract Shen Lang's attention. Only the top forces in Zhenwu mainland or the strong in Xianwu territory are Shen Lang's goals.

The cloud expelling palm was waved in an instant and hit Shen Waner hard.

"Boom"

A dull explosion sounded between the two.

Shen Lang moved gently at his feet, and he unloaded the anti shock force.

After falling to the ground, Shen Waner stepped back three steps, each step stepping on the bluestone ground.

Shen Waner took a deep breath and said coldly, "Shen Lang, you killed your third brother. Elder brother will certainly not let you go. I advise you to hold your hands and catch him. There may be a way to live for Shen Kun's face."

Shen Lang seemed to hear Tianda's joke. He looked up and laughed. Then his face was cold. "Shen Waner, you are really arrogant. I'll tell you today that a small Shen family is not even a fart in my eyes."

"I'll kill anyone who dares to provoke me today."

"Ding Dong!"

"When the branch mission is started, dominate the Shen family. The reward for completing the mission: 100 killing points. If the mission fails, take back a martial arts skill at random."

Listening to the task released by the system in his mind, Shen Lang smiled. It didn't conflict with his goal, and there were killing points to take. Of course, he was happy about killing two birds with one stone.

"Wow!"

Just after Shen Lang's overbearing words fell, the children of the surrounding Shen family took a breath. Of course, Shen Lang's words were arrogant and boundless in their eyes.

Each one looked at the fool's eyes and the Shen waves standing there with their back hands.

Shen Waner was also shocked by Shen Lang's wild words, and then laughed, "Shen Lang, Shen Lang, I thought you were such a powerful person, but I didn't expect you to be a lengtouqing.

OK! OK! OK! I remember this sentence. I want to see what the Shen family is in your eyes. "

At this time, he is no longer in a hurry to avenge Shen Wansan. With Shen Lang's words, even if he doesn't do it, Shen wuhui and others won't give up.

"Alas! It's a pity that you're destined not to see it."

When a breeze blew, Shen Lang suddenly appeared beside Shen Waner and slapped him out.

Shen Waner's look suddenly changed. Shen Lang's speed is so fast that it's too late to dodge. He can only run his internal power and connect it hard.

Boom!

Shen Waner was blasted back several steps by Shen Lang, but before he calmed down, Shen Lang appeared in front of him again.

At this time, all the children of the Shen family opened their eyes and watched the battle in the field. A young man in white seemed to be playing ball. Shen Waner would keep retreating every time he waved a palm.

Boom!

When the last palm fell, Shen Waner finally staggered to the ground, and his sharp eyes gradually lost their luster.

Everyone took a breath, and a chill rose from the soles of their feet. They couldn't help shaking. A martial artist at the peak of the day after tomorrow was shocked to death by Shen Lang.