After sweeping away Wang Xiongzhou's people, the Black Snow Crows dispersed.
However, the sky gradually darkened. This was because dusk was approaching, and the light in the valley was beginning to weaken.
Just before dusk arrived, a group of uninvited guests arrived.
There were a total of seven people in this group. All of them were monks, and six of them were middle-aged lamas. These six old lamas all wore very simple gray robes, and they all walked barefooted. The leader was a young monk. This person wore a snow-white robe made of silk and a pair of snow-white boots. Even the prayer beads on his chest were flawless white jade prayer beads.
Not only Qin Lang, but anyone could see that this young monk's identity was not simple.
In fact, not only was this young monk not simple, he was also condescending. When his gaze swept past everyone, it was so high and mighty, as if he was a golden eagle that was laughing proudly in the sky on a plateau, while Qin Lang and the others were just lowly reptiles crawling on the ground.
The six middle-aged and elderly monks stood respectfully behind the young monk. Finally, the young monk's gaze fell on Suo Lang. "Suo Lang, why are you here? However, since you arrived first, you must have obtained something good. Quickly give it to this young master with both hands, and it will count as a merit for you. "
If this young monk saw it, Suo Lang would definitely obediently give it to him.
Unfortunately, today, Suo Lang was completely indifferent. It was as if he did not hear the young monk's words.
"Suo Lang …" The young monk glared at Suo Lang. He did not believe that Suo Lang would have the guts to disobey his orders.
"You don't need to shout. Suo Lang is already my servant. Of course, he will not listen to your orders," Qin Lang said calmly.
"Hehe …" Among the four "swordsmen," the guy named Bao Kui could not help but laugh. This young monk was too pretentious and ignored their existence. Of course, Bao Kui was very unhappy. At this moment, seeing the young monk being ridiculed by Qin Lang, Bao Kui was naturally happy to mock him.
"Die …"
Upon hearing Bao Kui's mockery, the young monk spat out a word, and an old lama behind him suddenly attacked.
The old lama's cultivation level was comparable to Suo Lang's. He was already at the Marrow Cleansing realm, and was indeed at least two realms higher than Bao Kui. However, in the eyes of everyone present, even if the old lama attacked Bao Kui, it was impossible for him to instantly kill him. And once Bao Kui could not hold out any longer, the three beside him naturally would not sit back and do nothing.
But unexpectedly, the old lama's attack landed squarely on Bao Kui's chest. Yet, Bao Kui did not react or defend at all!
Since Bao Kui was completely defenseless, he was naturally killed in one move.
Crack!
The sound of Bao Kui's ribs shattering rang out. His consciousness came back to him at the moment of death. He subconsciously clutched his chest and stared at the old llama, his eyes filled with disbelief. "You —"
After spitting out a mouthful of blood, Bao Kui fell to the ground. His eyes were wide open, and he died with everlasting regret!
"Bao Kui —"
The other bladesman roared ferociously, and the saber in his hand flew out, tearing through the air and chopping down on the young monk's head. Clearly, he wanted to take revenge for Bao Kui. However, this' swordsman 'naturally knew that this young monk was the culprit behind Bao Kui's death, so he wanted to kill this young monk with the force of a thunderbolt.
Roar!
The Golden Ghost Head Blade in the Swordsman's hand let out a tiger's roar as it pierced through the air.
Qin Lang had heard that the saber technique of the Five Tigers Soul Severing Hall was called the "Five Tigers Soul Severing Saber", which was quite special. When the long saber was used, it would produce the power of a ghost tiger and a wolf howling. At this time, it was indeed so.
However, the young monk remained unmoved. His hand formed a Buddhist mantra and he slashed out with his palm.
Hiss!
There was a strange sound of something tearing through the air — no, not the sound of something tearing through the air! The young monk's palm blade actually tore through the air!
What was even stranger was that Qin Lang saw the young monk's palm suddenly 'extend', and before the long saber arrived, it had already struck the 'swordsman's' chest.
"Earth energy!"
Peng Yueshan and Wang Xiongzhou blurted out in unison. Both of their faces were filled with horror!
Hiss!
There was another tearing sound. This was the sound of the bladesman's protective Zhen Qi being torn apart.
With the protective Zhen Qi being torn apart, his body naturally could not withstand a single blow.
A saber-shaped astral energy pierced through the bladesman's chest, leaving behind a one-foot-long wound. The young monk's astral energy had not only cut open his chest, but it had also cut through his internal organs, completely ending his life. ‘
The bladesman's body fell from mid-air. Even though the young monk was right in front of him, he had no way to kill him. He could only use the Golden Ghost Head Blade that had accompanied him for decades to support his body. He murmured, "Saber energy … You're so young … But you're already in the Origin Energy realm …"
"Nonsense!"
The young monk snorted and stepped on the bladesman's head, completely crushing the bladesman's head. "In front of this young master, ants like you can only crawl on the ground!"
In just a moment, two of the four 'bladesmen' from the Five Tigers Soul Severing Hall had died. The other person was about to draw his saber, but Peng Yueshan held his hand down. Peng Yueshan cupped his fists at the young monk and said, "Your martial arts are brilliant. The Five Tigers Soul Severing Hall admits defeat today. We are willing to leave the ruins. Also, we didn't take anything here. "
"What? You want to use the reputation of the Five Tigers Soul Severing Hall to suppress me? In my eyes, the Five Tigers Soul Severing Hall is just a small sect. However, since you didn't touch anything in the ruins, then scram. "The young monk sneered.
"Thank you." Peng Yueshan could be considered an ambitious person, but the other party was so powerful that he had no choice but to lower his head. He could only swallow his anger and choose to escape.
"Hmm … Didn't you understand what I said?" The young monk saw that Peng Yueshan wanted to leave and said coldly, "I told you to scram, not to leave!"
The person next to Peng Yueshan was about to get angry but was stopped by Peng Yueshan again. Peng Yueshan gritted his teeth, shrunk his body, and rolled away from the ground. The other bladesman saw that Peng Yueshan was acting like a tortoise and knew that it was meaningless for him to persist. Thus, he also rolled away like Peng Yueshan.
Wang Xiongzhou saw that Peng Yueshan had left. He was now alone and did not want to risk staying here. Thus, he said to the young monk, "Your Excellency —"
"You can leave." The young monk seemed to know Wang Xiongzhou's background, "Seeing that you are a high-ranking military official and didn't take anything here, I will let you go."
"Thank you." Wang Xiongzhou cupped his fists and quickly turned to escape. Although he wanted to obtain the treasures in the ruins, he needed to be alive.
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