Godly Dragon Guard

Chen Zifeng's face was gloomy, and he didn't bother to explain. He pointed at Shen Lang who had just walked into the door and snorted coldly, "You stare at that kid, don't let him run away!"

After speaking, Chen Zifeng couldn't wait to go upstairs to take a bath, and the two horses also walked up with Huadie.

The three people in the hall turned their eyes to Shen Lang who walked in.

Without saying a word, Shen Lang sat on the sofa with his legs raised.

"Boy, who are you? Where are you?" The burly man glanced at Shen Lang and hummed.

"Xiaoyu is not qualified to talk to me." Shen Lang didn't even look at the brawny man.

"Why are you talking to Laozi, you are looking for death!" The burly man was furious, and was about to rush up, but was stopped by the monk next to him.

"Amitabha, looking at the donor's steady pace and extraordinary momentum, he must be a master!" said the thin monk with his hands folded.

"Fart! Bald, you said he is a master, why didn't I see it!" shouted the burly man.

"Okay, don't make a noise!" Another man with a strong pretense yelled.

Shen Lang glanced at the three people in the hall, fixed his eyes on the monk, and frowned, "Are you a disciple of Wanlong Temple? Why do you want to be a running dog of the Black Dragon Association?"

The monk's face changed slightly, and his hands clasped together: "The little monk was indeed born in Wanlong Temple, but he has long since returned to the vulgar. The little monk is not a running dog of the Black Dragon Society."

"For the sake of your origin in Wanlong Temple, I can spare your life today, let's go!" Shen Lang shook his hand and said coldly.

Fa Jiang was also a monk from Wanlong Temple, and his neck has a "卍" mark. Fa Jiang also has it.

"Amitabha Buddha, Mr. Zifeng and Ms. Huadie have been kind to the little monk. Please don't come here unharmed."

"Then you don't regret it later!" Shen Lang snorted coldly.

About ten minutes later, Chen Zifeng walked down from the second floor. He just took a shower and changed into a shirt. Huadie also woke up a long time ago, took a bath, and also changed her clothes.

The thought of what happened just now made Huadie feel sick, and her anger had already swelled to her limit.

Their faces were extremely gloomy.

Glancing at Shen Lang sitting on the sofa in the hall with Erlang's legs tilted, Huadie's delicate body was trembling: "Shen Lang, my mother is going to chop you!"

"Huadie, calm down first, this kid can't run away." Chen Zifeng whispered.

Although Huadie usually has a fierce style, she listens to Chen Zifeng's words surprisingly. She did not act rashly.

Shen Lang holding the jade box in his right hand, stood up from the sofa, grinned: "Well, Chen Zifeng, you let me come here just to let these mobs deal with me?"

Chen Zifeng gritted his teeth and said: "Shen Lang, I admire your courage, Chen Zifeng, but you are really deceiving people too much. I have always been very reasonable, and the grievances of the rivers and lakes are solved by the rivers and lakes. So, if you can win these masters one by one, I will Persuade you! Otherwise, you have to explain here today!"

"Chen, do you really think I'm afraid of this rubbish? Needless to say nonsense, let these **** go together!"

Shen Lang twisted his neck. At this level, warm-up exercises are not counted.

Seeing that Shen Lang looked confident, Chen Zifeng was also uncertain.

However, as far as Shen Lang's performance last time, at best, it was about the same level as Huadie.

"Shen Lang, since you said so, don't blame me for being cruel." Chen Zifeng's face was full of gloom, and he pointed to Shen Lang and said, "What are you still doing? Let's go together!"

"The old lady stabbed you to death!"

Huadie bit her silver teeth, flipped her hands, revealing two daggers, and her whole person rushed towards Shen Lang like an arrow from the string.

The brawny man with an inch head was the closest to Shen Lang, a brutal smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and he swooped up first. The skinny monk stomped fast and rushed up.

The other man with strong clothes looked gloomy, and with a wave of one hand, he threw three nail heads.

There was a hint of sarcasm at the corner of Shen Lang's mouth, and using a hidden weapon in front of him was almost like an axe.

"Shoo!"

Shen Lang didn't even look at it, sticking out his right hand like lightning, grabbing the nail head that broke through the air.

The three nail heads were firmly clamped by Shen Lang's fingers, and Shen Lang snorted and threw the nail heads out again.

"Puff!"

Three nail heads pierced the chest of the hard-wearing man in an instant, blood surged, three more holes in the chest, and three nail heads were deeply nailed to the back wall.

"You..." The man with strong outfit opened his eyes rounded, pointed at Shen Lang, let out the last scream, and fell into a pool of blood.

The whole process took less than half a second, and Shen Lang killed one person in seconds, making everyone overwhelmed.

At this moment, another burly man was already close to Shen Lang's body, but he was horrified to find that his companion's body had been penetrated by three nail heads.

The brawny man finally showed a look of horror on his face, and he felt a little timid.

The corner of Shen Lang's mouth showed a sharp arc, the jade box let go, and a **** long knife fell in his hand.

Touching the blade of the **** knife, Shen Lang showed a sharp sharp in his eyes: "It really is a good knife."

Seeing Shen Lang absent-mindedly touching the knife, the burly man thought he had grasped the flaw and slapped him with a palm. He shouted wildly, "Death to Lao Tzu!"

Liang Bleeding and drinking knife, Shen Lang was a little hot in his heart, Master finally gave himself a good thing.

Just use these guys to try the knife, and let these guys understand the difference in strength.

"Blood kill!"

Shen Lang ran his anger, shouted violently, swung the blood-drinking knife twice in the air, and opened the strongest move of the seven kill knife style!

The violent sword energy swept around Shen Lang's body, and the **** knife in his hand was even more engulfed by a storm.

Huadie and the monk were shocked, and couldn't help stopping each, feeling that Shen Lang's momentum had risen to an unmatched level.

"drink!"

Shen Lang was not polite, and with a low drink, he slashed down the brawny man with a big inch.

"Boom!"

The huge sword aura whistled, and the violent roar shook the earth and overwhelmed all the sounds around. It's like a big earthquake.

The sword energy swallowed the brawny man with an inch, and instantly smashed the body into pieces!

The violent sword gas rushed and blasted the entire ground into potholes, and the front desk of the nightclub was directly collapsed by the sword gas, making a deafening roar.

After the blow, a layer of fly ash and blood mist filled the surrounding area, and only a large pool of blood was visible on the ground. The strong man with an inch head was already bloody, and even his bones were chopped into scum!

Seeing this heaven-defying scene, Huadie opened her eyes wide, and her body was a little trembling! What kind of martial arts is this, it is terrifying!

A group of horses around was frightened.

Chen Zifeng's scalp was even more numb. He couldn't even dream that Shen Lang would be tyrannical to this state. Is this really a power that humans can have?

The monk was not timid, flipped his right hand, and patted Shen Lang with a big yin and yang hand.