Jianghu was not an academic forum. There was no need for hundreds of schools of thought to contend.
Qin Lang had spent a lot of effort to swallow up the Green Ring Gang. He would not allow any other forces to appear in Summer City. If he gave in just because the other party had an "official background", he would be nurturing a tiger that would invite disaster. When these forces grew stronger, it would be even more difficult to deal with them. Moreover, Qin Lang had his own plans. The first step of this plan was to completely control the Jianghu in Summer City. This was equivalent to a base of operations.
With Summer City as the starting point, then Anrong City, then the entire Pingchuan Province. Qin Lang wanted to completely replace the power of the Ye Family and change the Jianghu in Pingchuan Province.
Of course, Qin Lang would not tell Han Sanqiang about these ambitious goals. This was because Han Sanqiang would not believe him even if he told him about it. In the entire Pingchuan Province, perhaps no one would think that anyone could shake Wolong Hall or the Ye Family, let alone replace the Ye Family.
However, to Qin Lang, the Ye Family was only one of the obstacles on his path forward. Just one of the obstacles.
Because of the Ye Family, Qin Lang had truly experienced the dangers of the Jianghu.
After about two hours of driving, they finally arrived at the Nine Pinnacles Mountain.
The Nine Pinnacles Mountain was the highest mountain in De Ning City. The Lion Peak was also the highest peak, which was almost 4,000 meters above sea level. However, because of its remote location, the scenery was not very unique. Therefore, the Nine Pinnacles Mountain was not very famous and there were not many tourists. Moreover, it was not a holiday, so there were even fewer tourists.
The car could only drive halfway up the mountain. Han Sanqiang parked the car outside a farmhouse. Then, Qin Lang asked, "Brother Qin, do you want me to accompany you up the mountain?"
"No need. You can rest here and think about how to deal with those small fries when we return to Summer City. "After Qin Lang finished speaking, he led the Elephant Monk up the mountain.
It was already past five o 'clock in the afternoon, and it would be dark in two hours. According to an ordinary person's walking speed, it was difficult to reach the top in two hours, so Qin Lang could only hurry along the stone stairs in the mountains.
The weather in the mountains was unpredictable. Qin Lang had been running for more than 20 minutes when it started raining. The rain was getting heavier and was accompanied by the sound of thunder.
Qin Lang braved the rain and walked for a while. His whole body was wet from the rain and he looked a little embarrassed.
Rumble!
The sound of thunder grew closer and closer, and lightning began to wreak havoc in the wind and rain.
In such bad weather, Qin Lang did not dare to move forward in the rain. If he was struck by lightning, he would most likely die. Even a martial artist would not be able to contend against the might of Heaven and Earth.
No matter how tough you were, if you were struck by lightning, you would still turn into a lump of charcoal.
"Looks like we need to find a place to take shelter from the rain." Qin Lang said to the Elephant Monk. At this time, he realized that the old monk's clothes were not even wet. There seemed to be an invisible barrier around the old man's body. Even the rain could not penetrate it. It seemed like this was the power of a Profound Martial Artist.
It was quite cool to be able to move in the rain without getting your clothes wet.
A heavy rain was enough to show the difference in cultivation level.
Of course, although the Elephant Monk could not get his clothes wet, he would definitely not be able to withstand the lightning attack.
"Master, let's find a cliff to take shelter. It is really dangerous to move forward in a thunderstorm." As expected, the Elephant Monk was still worried about being struck by lightning.
"Hmm … but there is no need to look for a cliff. Look, there is a pavilion in front." Qin Lang saw a pavilion in front of him that was faintly discernible in the rain.
"Indeed, it is 300 steps away from us." The Elephant Monk showed off his eyesight. Of course, the Elephant Monk's cultivation was higher, so his eyesight was naturally better.
At this time, Qin Lang had no intention of dealing with the Elephant Monk. He rushed towards the pavilion at an even faster speed.
But at this time, a faint green color suddenly appeared in Qin Lang's vision. In the pavilion under the rain, the faint green color gave people a faintly discernible and dreamy feeling.
As Qin Lang approached, the faint green color began to thicken and become clearer.
It was actually a figure!
Of course, it was a female figure! Because if it was a man's figure, Qin Lang would not have exclaimed in his heart.
High mountains, wind, rain, lightning, octagonal pavilion, and the green figure intertwined to form a beautiful and dreamy picture.
But no matter how beautiful the picture was, it could not stop Qin Lang at this moment. Because at this time, the mountains were already raging with thunder and lightning. Qin Lang did not want to become a live target of the God of Thunder and Goddess of Lightning.
Closer!
Even closer!
In the octagonal pavilion, the green figure became clearer.
Just as Qin Lang hoped and imagined in his heart, it was a very beautiful figure.
Although it was only a back view, it gave Qin Lang a pleasant feeling.
This faint green figure was really like a classical beauty in an ink painting, producing a strong classical beauty.
Yes, it was a kind of classical beauty. Although this woman and this young girl were wearing a green dress with modern fashion elements, they exuded a kind of classical beauty.
As for why it was a young girl, it was because her arms were white and flawless, just like suet white jade. Moreover, this young girl also gave people a feeling of immaturity, the kind of immaturity that was just showing its sharp edges. She was about two years younger than Qin Lang.
The moment she rushed into the pavilion, Qin Lang's gaze was almost attracted by this faint green figure. It was as if this back view had a strange magic that could attract people's gaze.
"Hey!"
At this moment, a thunderous sound suddenly sounded in Qin Lang's ears.
This was not the sound of thunder, but the Sanskrit sound of the Elephant Monk!
"Master, be careful of the witch's charm technique!" The Elephant Monk's voice sounded in Qin Lang's mind.
"Charm technique?" Qin Lang abruptly came back to his senses. In the past few seconds, Qin Lang had indeed had a strange feeling. It was as if his vision and even his entire spirit had been sucked in by this figure. Could this be the legendary seduction technique? It could charm others, and even influence and control their thoughts.
"Humph!" The young girl let out a cold snort, and with her cold snort, the temperature of the entire pavilion seemed to drop a few degrees.
"Who are you?" Qin Lang calmed himself down and no longer looked at the woman's back. Qin Lang also knew that at this moment, such a woman appearing in this kind of weather, was probably not that simple.
"Zai 'er! You are the Qin Lang who chopped off his head when he was on his back? "The beautiful young girl suddenly said.
Just this sentence directly made Qin Lang's impression of her fall from the clouds to the bottom of the valley.
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