No one had thought that Qin Lang would actually attack Suo Lang.
To put it more accurately, everyone thought that Qin Lang would not dare to attack Suo Lang, including Suo Lang himself.
Old Lama Suo Lang's cultivation realm was unfathomable. There was no need to doubt this. If Qin Lang had any sense of reason, he would not do something like smashing an egg against a rock. Moreover, Old Lama Suo Lang had already said that he did not want Qin Lang and the others to die. Therefore, Qin Lang had no reason to fight with his life on the line.
To Wu Caiyun, she had originally thought that a selfish guy like Qin Lang would not take risks. However, she did not expect that Qin Lang would have the guts to challenge this mysterious lama Suo Lang.
Immediately, Wu Caiyun's impression of Qin Lang changed a lot.
However, in the next moment, Wu Caiyun could only worry about Qin Lang's life.
This was because Qin Lang had just entered the Regulated Breathing realm. She really could not think of how Qin Lang would be able to challenge the old lama Suo Lang. Just by relying on these poisonous insects, Qin Lang did not seem to have a high chance of winning.
To Qin Lang, this was not only a risk, but a gamble.
However, he knew that he had to take this gamble. This was because he had just entered the Regulated Breathing realm through enlightenment. Regardless of whether it was his spirit or ability, he was at his peak condition. Under such circumstances, he should have fearlessly looked for someone to fight. In reality, this was also what Qin Lang had planned to do. Who knew that an unfathomable Suo Lang would suddenly appear. If Qin Lang backed down just because of a sentence from Suo Lang, then the shadow of failure would forever be planted in Qin Lang's heart. His future progress in martial arts would be very slow. Therefore, Qin Lang decisively attacked Suo Lang, even though he had no confidence at all.
In reality, it was not wrong for Wu Caiyun to think that Qin Lang was selfish. The reason why Qin Lang attacked Suo Lang was not because of the country's law or justice, but because he did not want his own martial arts training to be affected. In other aspects, Qin Lang could not care less, but in terms of martial arts cultivation, he would not allow anyone to hinder his cultivation progress.
As for Qin Lang taking action this time as a gamble, it was because he was betting that the old llama Suo Lang would not personally make a move. Therefore, Qin Lang's target was actually the servant behind Suo Lang, the old llama who had once heavily injured Huang Chong.
From Qin Lang's point of view, Suo Lang would not fight Qin Lang to the death because of his status. Moreover, as a servant, the old llama would naturally take the initiative to attack. Otherwise, how could he be qualified to be a servant?
"Courting death —"
Sure enough, Suo Lang didn't attack Qin Lang. Instead, it was his servant who attacked. Moreover, it was the Dark Sky Palm Print. Clearly, he was prepared to kill Qin Lang in one hit.
The lama's cultivation of the Dark Sky Palm Print was not the slightest bit weaker than Qubu Dorje's. When it was used, it was like a huge black Buddha's hand pressing down on Qin Lang's head, as if it wanted to wipe out all of Qin Lang's vitality.
At this moment, Qin Lang raised his hand, flipped his palm, and quickly formed a hand seal. Then, he slapped it out. It was actually the Dark Sky Palm Print.
"Huh!"
Both Suo Lang and Kun Gong could not help but let out a cry of surprise.
The Dark Sky Palm Print was one of the Tantra's ultimate techniques. It was never taught to outsiders. Moreover, without the Tantra's method of cultivating the spirit, it was impossible to practice the Dark Sky Palm Print. How could this yellow-haired boy know the Dark Sky Palm Print?
Of course, Suo Lang and Kun Gong were not worried for the old lama, because the old lama's Dark Sky Palm Print had been practiced for decades. Even if this boy, Qin Lang, had started practicing it in his mother's womb, he would definitely not be the old lama's match.
The old lama himself, of course, would not believe that Qin Lang's Dark Sky Palm Print was more powerful than his. Moreover, the old lama was an expert at the Martial Mystic level, while Qin Lang was only at the Regulated Breathing realm.
Bang!
Both of their Dark Sky Palm Prints collided.
Qin Lang was jolted back a few steps before he could stabilize himself, but the old lama did not move an inch.
"Good lad!"
The old lama snorted. He had thought that with his cultivation of martial arts, he would be able to kill Qin Lang with this blow, or at least severely injure Qin Lang. However, unexpectedly, this boy was only jolted back a few steps, and did not even spit out a mouthful of blood. This made the old lama feel that something was not right. Furthermore, when the two of them were exchanging blows, the old lama felt that part of his vital energy seemed to have been absorbed by this boy's palm. However, as a Martial Mystic expert, the old lama naturally did not take Qin Lang seriously. He laughed coldly and said, "Although your Dark Sky Palm Print is decent, it's a pity that it's still a little too tender. Moreover, you dared to secretly learn my Tantra secret art, so you deserve to die a thousand times over! So, prepare to die! "
"Old lama, will you die if you don't act tough? Do you think you can still fight? "Qin Lang laughed coldly, his gaze lingering on the old lama's palm.
The Dark Sky Palm Print would only turn a poisonous black at the moment of contact. However, at this moment, the old lama had clearly not made a move, but his palm had already turned black.
The old lama noticed this and instinctively pulled up his monk's robe to take a look. The black gas on his palm was spreading rapidly, and his entire arm was starting to turn black.
"How can this be?" The old lama could not figure out what was happening.
Although the Dark Sky Palm Print was a poisonous palm of Tantra, it was indeed a very advanced martial art. It only harmed others but not oneself, and the cultivator would not be affected by the poisonous gas. But now, the old lama had been poisoned. How could he not be frightened?
This was like "a falcon that hunted all day only to be pecked blind". The old lama could not accept it for a moment. Of course, regardless of whether he accepted it or not, it was a fact that he had been poisoned. Therefore, he tried his best to activate his vital energy to suppress the poisonous gas, but it was useless. His situation was similar to Kun Gong's.
"Swordsman!"
Suo Lang could also see that the old lama was in trouble. He also made a prompt decision and hit the old lama's arm with a Tantra Palm Print. However, the result was the same as Kun Gong's. Although his Tantra Palm Print had suppressed the poisonous gas, he still paid the price of an arm.
"Haha!"
Huang Chong could not help but laugh. "Old lama, I didn't expect you to be poisoned! Now that you're missing an arm, let's see how you're going to use that damn hand print in the future. Hahaha! "
Huang Chong laughed a few times, but soon he could not laugh anymore because he felt a murderous aura around him.
That was because Suo Lang, the old lama, had obviously wanted to kill Qin Lang.
"Young man, you're too arrogant." Suo Lang's voice was surprisingly calm, but it was as cold as ice that would never melt. "I spared your life earlier because I had a rough idea of your background. That's why I didn't want to kill you. However, you dared to act violently in front of me again and again. You're really looking for death!"
"Oh, so you're saying that you wanted to kill me just now. The reason you let me go is because you've guessed my background?" Qin Lang was surprised. "Old Llama, what do you think my background is?"
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