My cultivation script went astray

After reading it, Chen Lang fell into a brief thought.

He knew the nature of the Ten Thousand Souls Banner. Once it was really used, there would be casualties. He really didn't want to use it unless it was necessary.

Even Zhong Haoran warned him, which showed that this matter was indeed sensitive. He had a general sense of proportion. He could speak out in the previous alliance negotiations because he had something to rely on and was sure to persuade Qingmu Sect to retreat.

But if he killed someone with the banner this time and caused public outrage and was banned, there would be no way to deal with it. Zhong Haoran might not help him. The mission was a big deal for him, but Zhong Haoran might not care.

But if there was no Ten Thousand Souls Banner, he was not sure if he could deal with those opponents who "mastered power beyond the foundation-building level". Lu Youzhi's Fengming Furnace surprised him, and he had to guard against these people's methods.

"Family, family, everything is decided by the family."

He knew this very well. If he was like Lu Youzhi, with the support of the family behind him and a Jindan master to vent his anger, how could Lu Ming's old Bidden take action?

If the Ten Thousand Souls Banner was used, who would dare to ban it?

It is precisely because he is alone that there are so many troubles.

Zhong Haoran is his master, not his parents. It is okay to rely on him for small things, but if he really encounters a big problem, he still relies on him. That's stupid.

Rely on the system.

Of course, there is no need to complain about the world. Being alone, he dares to be carefree.

Rules are dead, but people are alive. If a restriction wants to frame me, then I, Chen Lang, have done so many tasks in vain.

"It's like I can't do anything without the Ten Thousand Souls Banner."

...

There are more than two months before the ancestor worship begins. Chen Lang is not in a hurry. He went back to his residence to get some silver and money. He doesn't have much money left, only 70,000 or 80,000 spirit stones, but recently the messenger of the sect sent another sum of money, more than 30,000, which is his treatment as the owner of Yanxi Mine.

Since returning to the sect, he has never been there. It seems that those skinny monkeys are doing a good job and have not been reoccupied by Pingtian Sect or Qingmu Sect.

Of course, it may also be that Pingtian Sect is not free, and Qingmu Sect is reluctant to take action due to the alliance.

"Where can I find a killer?"

After organizing 100,000 spirit stones, Chen Lang thought for a moment. As long as he could kill the opponent quietly, or at least severely injure him, this situation could be broken, and at least he could help a little.

But the premise is that the killer must be strong enough, at least at the Jindan level, and he must have a distant relationship, so as not to be found out that he did it.

This is not easy to find.

"Southern leader? No." Chen Lang first ruled out this option. He already knew about the Southern leader. If he told him about this plan, this guy would definitely report it immediately.

"Black priest?"

Chen Lang thought of the Niu Ma Lord who appeared that day. They should be able to do it. Whether it is cultivation or identity, he can't contact other black priests. He doesn't want to contact Pingtian Sect during this period. He doesn't want to open this branch line now.

After thinking about it, there is no choice.

Cultivators at this level are likely to not dare to provoke the families of all parties.

Or. Killers outside?

Chen Lang thought about it, left the coordinates at the sect, and then summoned the wave-breaking boat, took the 100,000 spirit stones he had gathered, and left the Tianjian Sect.

He did not dare to delay and set off in the direction away from the Qingmu Sect, because there were probably people waiting for him there.

Without a goal or a plan, he flew for a whole day and a city appeared in front of him.

The city was not small, so he put away the flying boat and went down to ask around. He had already left the scope of the Tianjian Sect.

This is the territory of the Wuzhong Sect.

"Wuzhong Sect? I have some impression of it." Chen Lang remembered that the old Biden who drove the ancient chariot seemed to be from the Wuzhong Sect, and always came to join in the fun when something big happened.

Today it's my turn to harm you.

Entering the city, Chen Lang quickly walked along the street and looked at the small advertisements on the wall to see if there were any V-added hired killers.

But there were none.

However, it didn't matter.

Chen Lang stopped in front of the largest house in the whole city, held his breath, walked over the wall, and then turned over and entered the inner hall.

A master in luxurious clothes was half lying on a bamboo chair in the sun.

Chen Lang changed into a human skin mask, jumped out of the shadows, and pulled out a cane from Zhao Yuerou's hand and waved it at the master.

"Who!"

The master suddenly stood up, his momentum burst out, and his cultivation was as high as the initial stage of foundation building.

"Your grandfather."

Chen Lang quickly stepped forward, slapped the true essence into his body, and quickly sealed all the acupoints, and finally tied him up with canes and hung him on the pomegranate tree next to him.

Swish!

The Seven Star Sword was stuck in the tree trunk, shining brightly.

"Don't shout, don't shout." Chen Lang said lightly while lying on the bamboo chair.

"Young man, I am a good citizen. I can give you money or anything you want. We can talk it over!" The master was still calm, his voice trembled a little, but he didn't shout.

Chen Lang shook his head.

"Then what do you want? I can give it to you!"

"I want your life."

The master's eyes went dark for a moment, and he was very unwilling. "Who sent you? I will die knowingly."

"Guess."

The master tried to recall, but he couldn't guess who it was. He gradually collapsed and gave up guessing. "You underground network's killers are really getting more and more unprincipled. I hired you before, and the protection is not over yet. Do you even kill your employer?"

"Underground network?"

Chen Lang sat up, "Underground network can hire killers?"

The master had already thought about how to write his suicide note, and this sudden sentence made him confused, "You are not a killer from the underground network?"

"no."

Chen Lang replied: "I'm here to hire a killer. How is the strength of this underground network? Please tell me carefully how to contact it."

"Fuck."

I almost scolded my mother. Just ask me what the fuck you want to do. What are you kidnapping me for?

But the other party didn't want to kill him, which was a good thing. He told him honestly:

"The strength of the underground network is not weak, but the information inside is very hidden. I really don't know what organization or who organized it. I just know a few people, and they have a way to get to know the experts inside.

As for strength, I have seen people with your level of cultivation and even stronger ones.

By the way, I heard that recently there was a leader of the Shen Tang who was killed by people from the Diwang. That person had broken through the Golden Core Realm ten years ago. "

Jin Dan, then you have found the right person.

"Do you have any contact information?" Chen Lang asked.

"have."

The master said, "There is an old locust tree in the north of the city. Hang a sign on it and write down the meeting place. Someone will go to meet you."

"Thank you very much." Chen Lang thanked him and left.

"Put me down!"

Chen Lang jumped out of the yard and came to the north of the city. Sure enough, he saw a huge old locust tree with a few scattered small wooden signs hanging underneath, tied with red ropes, like wishing signs.

Most of them were disconnected and the signs were torn away.

He pulled one off casually and saw a location written on it, which was a teahouse.

"It seems to be true."

However, he did not hang up the sign, but sat cross-legged on the spot and began to wait for the destined person.

After waiting for two hours, towards sunset, a courageous farmer wearing a bamboo hat dressed as a man walked under the tree and tore off a sign.

At this time, Chen Lang stood up.

"Are you the killer of the underground network?"

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