"Old Crane, are you going to kill someone?" Qin Lang said with a smile. "Calm down. I don't want to walk back to Yu City."
"No … Young Master, did you really kill a Reaching Heaven State Founding Elder?" This was what the old crane was concerned about. It was also a Martial Artist. Of course, it knew what a Reaching Heaven State Master meant. However, Qin Lang had killed a Reaching Heaven State Master so easily. This was absolutely shocking! Of course, if Qin Lang really killed a Reaching Heaven State Master, it would be the biggest deterrent to the Ten Halls of Hell.
"Of course. Is it strange?" Qin Lang asked the old crane. "You know that I'm the Lord of the Poisons. If the Ten Halls of Hell can't even deter us, wouldn't that be a joke? In the Tower of Tong Tian in the Jianghu, we, the Poisons, are of the Master generation. "
When the old crane heard this, it could only smile wryly. It thought to itself, 'If your master is around, Poison Sect can still be considered as a Sect. But now, Poison Sect's ranking in the Pugilistic World would probably be kicked out of the Sect.' However, what method did Qin Lang use to kill a Reaching Heaven State Master from the Ten Halls of Hell? Could it be poison?
Of course, Qin Lang wouldn't tell the old crane the details. After arriving in Yu City, Qin Lang immediately boarded the train back to Anrong City. After Qin Lang left, the old crane reported the situation to the Lord of the Devil's Doctrine immediately. "Lord, the young master has boarded the train. I heard that a Reaching Heaven State Master from the Ten Halls of Hell died in his hands. I don't know if it's true."
"Hmm … It should be true. As far as I know, this kid isn't the kind of person to boast. Very good. No wonder he's my son-in-law! "Ren Wufa sounded very happy. Because Qin Lang had taught the Ten Halls of Hell a lesson, he had indirectly brought glory to Ren Wufa. However, if Ren Wufa knew that the Ten Halls of Hell was completely under Qin Lang's control, he might not be able to praise Qin Lang so happily.
Because it wasn't a weekend, there weren't many passengers on the train. There were only a few people in each carriage.
Since it wasn't a weekend, there weren't many passengers on the train. There were only a few people in each carriage. However, at this time, an elegant-looking middle-aged man dressed in a Chinese tunic suit walked over and sat opposite Qin Lang. "Little brother, do you mind having a chat?"
"If I said I mind, would you walk away?" Qin Lang asked back.
"Haha, little brother, you are indeed fast." The middle-aged man chuckled. "I am Zhou Changri, a member of the National Yi Study Society."
"A fortune teller?" Qin Lang laughed involuntarily.
"The study of Yi is broad and profound. Fortune-Telling is just a small part of it." Zhou Changri said to Qin Lang in a mysterious tone. "I see that you're surrounded by a murderous aura. Could it be that you've encountered a bloody calamity recently?"
"Heh … you're wrong. I brought a bloody calamity to others. I didn't encounter a bloody calamity myself." Qin Lang laughed.
"Is that so? What about your master? "Zhou Changri asked calmly.
A cold murderous aura emanated from Qin Lang's body. He stared at Zhou Changri and said, "Are you from the Technique Faction?"
The people from the Technique Faction loved to use Fengshui and fortune-telling to hide their identity. In addition, the people from the Technique Faction often used Fengshui and fortune-telling to get close to high officials and nobles. This was their way of making a living.
Originally, Qin Lang did not have much opinion of the people from the Technique Faction. However, ever since Qianqiu Zhenren schemed against him and the Old Poison, Qin Lang and the Technique Faction had become sworn enemies.
Zhou Changri nodded in acknowledgment. Qin Lang said, "Don't be nervous. Although Qianqiu Zhenren is also from the Technique Faction, he was incompetent and deserved to die. Little brother, if you're willing to work for our Shadow Squad, we'll let bygones be bygones. Moreover, you don't have to worry about carrying the identity of the Disciple of the Poisons and hiding in Jianghu — "
"Say no more." Qin Lang interrupted Zhou Changri's words. "I've made my decision."
"Oh, you agree?" Zhou Changri and Qin Lang laughed. "You're indeed a young man. You're decisive! Very good. You have a bright future! "
However, Zhou Changri's laughter soon turned cold because Qin Lang's mental strength had already crushed him. Moreover, Qin Lang used his mental strength to say to him, "When it comes to the people from the Technique Faction, I've always made one decision — kill! Aren't you people from the Technique Faction very good at scheming? You didn't expect me to kill you, did you? "
"Sure enough, you refuse a toast only to drink a forfeit! Since you know that I'm from the Technique Faction, how can I be easily killed by you! " Zhou Changri immediately counterattacked. At the same time, several other people in the carriage surrounded Qin Lang. Obviously, these people were also from the Shadow Squad. After forming an encirclement, Zhou Changri and Qin Lang continued, "We've been paying attention to your whereabouts these days. Then, we decided to make a move on the train because you have no helpers here, not even the Poison Slaves of the Poisons. However, I really didn't expect that under such circumstances, you would be so impulsive and dare to attack me! "
"If you want to know the reason, then I'll tell you. The reason why I dare to attack you so unscrupulously is that it's too easy for me to kill all of you! " Qin Lang suddenly activated the Dark Samsara Visualization, and at the same time, the Dark Samsara Bead appeared on his body. Suddenly, the entire carriage was plunged into darkness.
At this time, the train just happened to enter the dark tunnel.
The endless darkness seemed to have ended in an instant, but it also seemed like it would never end.
"Ah!"
The moment the train drove out of the tunnel, Zhou Changri suddenly let out a scream. Blood oozed out of his nose and eyes at the same time. Although he saw the light again, this was the last light he saw. Several helpers in the carriage had collapsed to the ground, and there was a wound that was one or two inches long on their bodies. The wound did not bleed, but these people were all dead. Qin Lang, who was opposite them, had long disappeared.
"No — —"
Zhou Changri let out an unwilling roar from the bottom of his heart. This time, he had made complete arrangements for this operation. He had also made an objective assessment of Qin Lang's strength beforehand, and he had even performed a divination for himself beforehand. The divination showed that he would be very lucky …
Zhou Changri's thoughts were interrupted here because his vitality had also been cut off.
However, Zhou Changri's appearance still had some impact on Qin Lang. It extended the time it took for Qin Lang to return to Anrong City by more than an hour.
News always spread quickly in the pugilistic world. When Qin Lang returned to Anrong City, he received a greeting from the Tangmen. The Tangmen expressed that they wanted to further strengthen their cooperation with Qin Lang. At the same time, the Gopher Sect also expressed that they would completely withdraw from Pingchuan Province. As for the Qingcheng Sect, there was also a reaction. Qin Lang once again received an invitation from Immortal Shui Jing.
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