"Shen Wansan, do you know why I'm here?"
Shenlang looked at Shen Wansan with a smile that was not a smile.
Shen Wansan finally felt a wave of pressure. That was because Shen Lang's killing intent had already surfaced.
Even though Shen Lang usually did not have any aura around him, even people with profound skills would not be able to tell that Shen Lang was a martial artist.
However, once Shenlang released his killing intent, very few people below the Xiantian stage could withstand it.
"Young master, I don't know." Shen Wansan braced himself and replied.
"Qing 'er, come here."
Shenlang said indifferently.
"Is he the one who injured you?"
Shen Qing looked at Shen Wansan with hatred and nodded: "Young master, it's him. I only spoke a few words of injustice for you and he attacked me."
"Hu"
A killing intent soared to the sky.
"Shenlang, you dare?"
When Shen Wansan felt the murderous intent, his expression changed drastically. His entire body's internal energy surged as he blocked Shen Lang's fist.
"Frost rises everywhere, frost fills the sky."
Before he even fought with Shenlang, Shen Wansan felt that his internal strength was not flowing smoothly. It was as if his internal strength was frozen.
"Sky Frost Fist!"
Feng Wuxiang, Yun Wuchang, Shuang Wuhen.
In an instant, the air seemed to be frozen. Shen Wansan's arm began to frost and then spread upwards. If this situation continued, Shen Wansan would soon become a frost man.
Shen Wansan's internal strength was not weak. After all, he was the guard of the Scripture Pavilion. If his martial arts were not high, he would not have been sent to guard the Scripture Pavilion.
Shen Wansan's internal strength surged crazily. With a roar, the frost on his body was instantly dispersed. Shen Wansan did not get close to Shenlang. Instead, he took a step back and snatched a long sword from a Shen Family disciple. He then attacked Shenlang.
"Breeze Sword Art."
Breeze Sword Art was a yellow level martial art. It was not powerful, but it was flexible and flexible.
Shenlang smiled disdainfully.
"Weak, too weak, very weak."
Just when the Shen Family disciples thought that there would be a fierce battle, the sword in Shen Wansan's hand was caught by Shenlang's two fingers.
"In your next life, remember that I, Shenlang's people cannot be touched."
An indifferent voice sounded.
Following which, Shen Lang raised his palm, causing the air around his palm to distort. With a "peng" sound, his palm landed on Shen Wansan's chest.
"Pu!"
Shen Wansan spat out a mouthful of blood mixed with pieces of his internal organs.
"Third!"
An old man about the same age as Shen Wansan flew out of the Scripture Pavilion..
This old man was the guard of the second floor of the Scripture Depository. He had been watching from the second floor and thought that the battle between Shen Lang and Shen Wansan would take a while to determine the victor.
But he did not expect that the battle would end in the blink of an eye. Shen Wansan was completely defeated.
Shen Wansan was a warrior of the ninth stage of the Houtian realm. He was only one step away from the peak. But even so, Shen Wansan was defeated by Shenlang.
Shen Lang glanced indifferently at Shen Wansan, who was lying on the ground, breathing heavily. He then slowly said, "Let's go."
After speaking, Shenlang and the others walked towards the Scripture Pavilion. They still had business to do. Chang Qingzi's information was much more important than Shen Wansan's life.
"Go to hell."
With a furious shout, the old man who was hugging Shen Wansan suddenly flew up and sent a palm strike towards Shen Lang's chest. It was as if he wanted to return the palm strike on Shen Wansan's behalf.
This old man had reached the peak of the Houtian realm. He was one of the best among the peak of the Houtian realm.
Shenlang had already guessed that this old man would not give up. The three people guarding the Scripture Pavilion were three brothers. Shen Wansan was the third brother. This old man was called Shen Waner, and he was the second brother. The eldest brother, Shen Wanyi, was the guard of the top floor. He was also the only person in the Shen Family who had not become an elder.
Shenlang had never seen Shen Wanyi before. But it was said that Shen Wanyi was stronger than Shen Wuming and the others. He was only a little weaker than the Shen Family's ancestor, Shen Kun. He was the second strongest person in the Shen Family.
However, Shenlang did not care about these Wanyi. He did not care about the Shen Family or even Shen Kun. Shenlang did not care about them.
Now, a small Shen Family was no longer able to attract Shenlang's attention. Only the top forces of the Zhenwu Continent or the experts of the Immortal Martial Realm were Shenlang's targets.
The Firmament Palm instantly struck out and collided with Shen Waner's palm.
"Boom!"
A muffled explosion resounded between the two of them.
Shenlang lightly moved his feet and the rebounding force was dissipated by him.
After Shen Waner landed on the ground, he retreated three steps. Each step left a deep footprint on the bluestone floor.
Shen Waner took a deep breath and coldly said, "Shenlang, you killed my third brother. Big brother will definitely not let you off. I advise you to obediently surrender. Maybe you can live on account of Shen Kun's ancestor."
Shen Lang looked as though he had just heard the funniest joke in the world as he laughed out loud towards the sky. Following which, his face turned cold, "Shen Wan'er, you're really arrogant. Let me tell you guys today. A tiny Shen Family is not even worth a fart in my eyes."
"Whoever dares to provoke me today, I will kill them."
"Ding Dong!"
"Side mission activated. Dominate the Shen Family. Mission Completion Reward: 100 slaughter points. Mission Failure: Randomly lose a martial skill."
Listening to the system's mission in his mind, Shenlang smiled. This mission did not conflict with his goal and he could even obtain slaughter points. Killing two birds with one stone, he was naturally happy.
"Hua!"
Just as Shenlang's domineering words fell, the surrounding Shen Family's disciples all sucked in a breath of cold air. Of course, in their eyes, Shenlang's words were extremely arrogant.
Each and every one of them looked at Shenlang as if they were looking at an idiot.
Shen Waner was also shocked by Shenlang's arrogant words. He immediately laughed, "Shenlang, ah, Shenlang, I thought you were a powerful person. I didn't expect you to be such a hothead.
Good! Good! Good! I will remember these words. I want to see what the Shen Family is in your eyes. "
At this time, he was no longer in a hurry to take revenge for Shen Wansan. With Shenlang's words, even if he did not take action, Shen Wuhui and the others would not let this matter go.
"Ai! Unfortunately, you are destined to not be able to see it. "
A cool breeze blew by. Shenlang suddenly appeared beside Shen Waner and sent out a palm strike.
Shen Waner's expression changed. This Shenlang's speed was too fast. It was too late to dodge. He could only circulate his internal force to receive the attack.
Boom!
Shen Waner was forced back a few steps by Shenlang. However, before he could catch his breath, Shenlang appeared in front of him again.
At this time, the Shen Family's disciples all widened their eyes as they watched the battle. They saw a white-clothed youth like he was playing a game. Every time he sent out a palm strike, Shen Waner would be forced back.
Boom!
After the last palm strike, Shen Waner finally staggered and fell to the ground. His pair of sharp eyes gradually lost their luster.
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