Shenlang got off the bed with Gao Jianli's help. He walked to Su Meng 'er and said, "Miss Su, thank you for saving me. I, Shenlang, will remember this favor. If you need anything in the future, you can come to the Shen Family in Rivertown to look for me."
Su Meng 'er nodded and said, "Shen Gongzi, Meng' er will remember this."
After leaving Su Meng 'er's residence, Gao Jianli frowned and asked, "Young Master, why would Su Meng' er save a stranger for no reason?"
Shenlang's pale face revealed a disdainful sneer. "Su Meng 'er's calculations are quite good. She saved me because she wants to increase the number of enemies for the Evil Spirit Sect.
"If I die, no one will know that the Evil Spirit Sect did it. But if I don't die, I will definitely find trouble with the Evil Spirit Sect in the future. If we have a conflict with the Evil Spirit Sect in the future, we will be weakening the Evil Spirit Sect's strength."
Hearing Shenlang's words, Gao Jianli nodded in understanding and sighed. "Su Meng 'er is so scheming."
Shenlang continued, "But I am more interested in the thing that the Evil Spirit Sect is looking for.
"The Evil Spirit Sect has mobilized so many people to Ping City and caused such a big commotion. That thing must not be simple."
The four of them returned to the inn. Zhao Qi and Yan Tian saw the pale Shenlang. They went forward and asked, "Shen Gongzi, are you injured?"
"Yes, it's a small injury. I should be fine after resting for two days. Lord Zhao, Elder Yan, don't worry. I won't delay our matters."
Shenlang smiled and said.
"Alright, Shen Gongzi, go and rest. We won't delay Shen Gongzi's recovery."
Zhao Qi said slowly.
Looking at Shenlang's back, Zhao Qi and Yan Tian looked at each other. Actually, the two of them had many questions to ask Shenlang. But seeing Shenlang's expression, they suppressed their doubts.
Back in his room, Shenlang found a pen and paper and began to draw.
Not long after, a person's face appeared on the paper, as if it was alive.
"Young Master, who is this person?" Gao Jianli frowned as he looked at the portrait.
Shenlang put down his brush and said with murderous intent in his eyes, "This person is called Ying Changkong, the only survivor of the Ying family. I suspect that the thing the Evil Spirit Sect is looking for is on him.
Memorize his portrait and go out to look for him. This person has plotted against me time and time again. If you find him, don't hold back. Remember, this person is quite scheming. Don't be careless when you fight with him. You must be cautious. It would be best if you can capture him alive, but if you can't, bring his corpse back. "
The three of them took turns to look at Ying Changkong's portrait, deeply imprinting Ying Changkong's appearance in their minds.
"Young Master, what will you do if we all go out?" Lifeless Jing asked with a frown as he hugged his sword.
"Haha, it's fine. Don't we still have Zhao Qi and Yan Tian? Before we find the place where Changchun died, they will still be on the same boat as us. If something really happens, they won't just stand by and do nothing."
Shenlang said with a smile.
"Alright, Young Master, we will take our leave." Gao Jianli cupped his fists and bowed. Then, the three of them left the room to look for Ying Changkong.
After the three of them left, Shenlang sat cross-legged on his bed. After this period of consolidation and battle, Shenlang felt that he was not far from breaking through. It was also time to break through to the peak of the Houtian realm.
While Shenlang was cultivating, many strangers appeared in Ping City. These strangers were either wielding sabers or swords, or had valiant figures or cold auras. Every time they passed by a place, these people would vigilantly observe the people around them.
…
In a room, Young Noble Evil Spirit Song Yu sat on a chair with his eyes closed, deep in thought. His bone-like fingers tapped on the table. The room was silent, and there was only the sound of his fingers tapping on the table.
Tap! Tap! Tap!
Footsteps sounded, and a man in black with a devil mask walked into the room.
The man in black knelt on one knee and said respectfully, "Reporting to Young Master, in a village outside Ping City's west gate, someone said that they saw Ying Changkong."
The tapping stopped, and Song Yu suddenly opened his eyes. His scarlet eyes looked at the man in black kneeling on the ground and said coldly, "Is the news confirmed?"
"Replying to Young Master, it should be confirmed. The eyewitness saw the portrait and confirmed that it was Ying Changkong."
"Alright, let's go." Song Yu waved his hand.
…
Whoosh! Whoosh!
Three sounds of something breaking through the air rang out, and Gao Jianli and the other two appeared in Shenlang's room.
"Young Master, the strange martial artists in the city are rushing to the west gate. I suspect that they have discovered Ying Changkong," Gao Jianli said with cupped fists.
"Oh?"
"Let's go and take a look."
Chen Lang exhaled a mouthful of turbid air as he stood up and said.
At this moment, Zhao Qi, Yan Tian, and the others also rushed to the west gate.
…
Guyan Village.
Guyan Village was located in the west of Ping City, two kilometers away from Ping City. The villagers relied on fishing for a living. Occasionally, merchants would come to the village to buy fish and prawns. It was not strange for strangers to come to Guyan Village.
However, many strangers came to Guyan Village today. The number of strangers that came this time was more than the number of strangers that came to Guyan Village in the past year.
However, what surprised the villagers was that these strangers were strange people who were holding knives, swords, or all kinds of weapons. Some of the more knowledgeable fishermen knew that these people were the legendary martial artists.
The stories of the martial artists gradually spread in the village. In their eyes, the martial artists were all people of high status and noble status.
Then, the fishermen looked at the martial artists in the village with reverence.
…
A burly man with a mace in his hand arrived in front of a fisherman with a fiendish expression. He shouted, "Hey, you guys, have you seen this person?"
A painting appeared in front of the fishermen.
The fishermen looked at the burly man in fear and then looked at the painting carefully. When they saw the person in the painting, the fishermen racked their brains and thought for a while. One of them shook his head and said, "Hero, we have not seen this person before."
"What? You have not seen him before? " The burly man shouted angrily. Then, he exuded killing intent and shouted at the fishermen, "If you have not seen him before, why are you thinking for so long? Are you kidding me? "
After saying that, he raised the mace in his hand and hit the fisherman who spoke.
Seeing this scene, the fishermen were scared half to death. They knelt on the ground and begged for mercy, "Hero, please spare us. We really have not seen him before."
The martial artists passing by in the distance looked at all this with cold expressions. In the Zhenwu Continent, ordinary people were ants in the eyes of martial artists. They were existences that could be killed at will. No one would be so kind as to do such a righteous thing.
Just as the mace was about to land on the fisherman's head, there was a sudden sound of something breaking through the air.
"Boom!"
The mace flew high and the burly man's body spun and flew backward.
The martial artists who were watching the show from afar were stunned. They looked over and saw a pitch-black weapon box quietly inserted in front of the fisherman.
Looking in the direction where the weapon box came from, four silhouettes came into view.
The one in front was a handsome young man wearing a snow-white robe. He had sword-like eyebrows and starry eyes. His face was cold, and his clothes were fluttering in the wind.
"Bullying the weak, bullying the weak and fearing the strong. You are not worthy of being a martial artist. You deserve to die."
"Buzz!"
When the weapon box opened, a golden light flashed and the burly man's head flew out.
The golden light disappeared and the weapon box stood quietly on the spot as if nothing had happened.
At this moment, the young man came to the weapon box.
A man in a green shirt behind the young man picked up the weapon box when he passed by.
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