Xue Wu's face turned pale because of her nervousness. I wonder why the monster wanted to betray Qin Lang and what kind of grudges did it and Qin Lang have?

Qin Lang's psychological quality is much stronger. He looked at Zhou Lianjin with a smile and said, "Have you ever heard of evil words confusing the public? The person in the eyes of the demon is the monster in the eyes of the human being. Can you believe it if the monster turns black and white?"

Zhou Lianjin nodded and said, "It's right, but you still have to go with me."

"I am neither a demon clan nor violate the law of the Great Yong, why should I go with the adults?"

"The Demon-Suppressing Department wants to arrest people, there is no need for a reason!"

Qin Lang laughed and said, "It's so arrogant! Can the Demon Suppressing Department still surpass the laws of Dayong?"

Zhou Lianjin reached out to touch the hilt of the sword at his waist. When he was about to draw the sword, an old voice suddenly came from behind him and said, "If you dare to draw the sword, you will not see the sun tomorrow."

Zhou Lianjin's heart sank, and suddenly felt a thunderous cold air reaching his back, as if an invincible blade had already hit him. He could cut into his body with a little deeper penis. But in fact, Zhou Lianjin was already creepy and had a large piece of goose bumps on his back. The white-haired Sang Sangen was still ten feet away from him, but the murderous aura had already arrived first.

After discovering the situation, the team of the Demon-Shenzhen Department gathered here.

Sang Sangeng said: "Chen Siming's original intention of establishing the Demon-Suppressing Department was to eliminate demons. When did it become a catch?" His turbid eyes stared at Taihelou opposite him.

There was silence around it, so quiet that a needle could hear it.

After a while, a peaceful voice came from the upper floor: "You dare to move Lord Sang's family? Something without eyes."

Zhou Lianjin waved his hand and signaled that all his subordinates would scatter, and his eyes were still staring at Qin Lang. He had been thoroughly investigating the cause of his brother's death. Today, there was finally a clue. He wanted to catch Qin Lang back for interrogation, but he didn't expect Cheng Yaojin to kill him halfway through.

Qin Lang raised his eyes to Taihelou, and only heard the sound but could not see the person. Sang Sanjung looked at Taihelou from beginning to end. Although there were many people in the Demon-Superior Division around him, none of them could be taken seriously by him.

The Ghost Lantern Ray was still shouting: "He... is a demon..." Before he finished speaking, he had already been stabbed by the demon-squeezing master beside him and became honest.

As the crowd dispersed, Sang Sangeng winked at Qin Lang and Xue Wu and signaled them to leave immediately.

At this time, a sigh came from Taihe's building: "Brother Sang, you and I have had a relationship with each other for many years!"

A wine glass flew down from the air. Although it rotated at high speed, the green nectar in the cup did not rotate with the wine glass. It turned to Sang Sanguan, slowly stopped, and was suspended in the place within reach of Sang Sanguan.

Sang Sangen stretched out his finger and gently flicked the wine glass. The wine glass flew up Taihe at the same speed, spinning wildly, twice as fast as before, and the nectar inside had not sprinkled.

"Si Ming is an official, I am a civilian, I can't bear your wine!"

Taihe's voice came out again: "I advise you to drink a glass of wine, and there is no old friend when you go west to Yangguan."

"Been taught a lesson!"

Sang Sangeng took Qin Lang and Xue Wu away. When she returned home, Sang Sangeng looked solemn, closed the door without saying a word.

Xue Wu said timidly: "Sang Bo, I'm sorry, did we cause trouble for you?"

"It has nothing to do with you. Although their demon-suppressing department is arrogant, they have to worry about Lord Sang's face and dare not do anything to you."

Qin Lang said: "Old man, is the person upstairs of Taihe the Demon Sect's Demon Sect Chen Qiunian?"

Sang Sann sighed and said, "That's right!"

Qin Lang secretly complained in his heart that the Demon-Suppressing Department ordered Chen Qiunian to establish the Demon-Suppressing Department, but he also divided the Demon-Suppressing Master into the Nine-grade Twenty-seventh realm. Those who could divide the Demon-Suppressing Realm were usually figures who started sects. In other words, Chen Qiunian had reached the Nine-grade Demon-Destroying Realm. Although Xue Wu carried a jade pendant, she would definitely not be able to escape Chen Qiunian's eyes. She only hoped that he was afraid of Sang Jingtian's power and did not dare to take any action.

Chen Qiongnian did not show up from beginning to end, but only showed his skills through toasting. Through his conversation with Sang Sangen, we can know that the two of them should have known each other for a long time.

Qin Lang asked Xuewu to cook and said to Sang Sangen alone: ​​"Old man, will the Demon Suppression Department still come to cause trouble?"

Because of the episode of the Ghost Lamp Ray, Qin Lang felt a little uneasy. It was not that he didn't want to save the Ghost Lamp Ray, but that he wanted to leave the place of right and wrong first and then find a way. But unexpectedly, the Ghost Lamp Ray couldn't hold back at all and misunderstood that he didn't want to care about it, so he betrayed him on the spot. It seemed that not only human nature was selfish, but also demon nature.

It’s easy for others to say that Zhou Lianshi’s death will inevitably cause an uproar. He betrayed his performance on the street with the Ghost Lantern Ray and will inevitably tell the story of that night. How could Zhou Lianjin, as his brother, give up?

Sang Sangen glanced at Qin Lang: "Are you afraid?" He has always cherished his words like gold.

Qin Lang shook his head: "I just don't want to cause trouble for you."

Sang Sanjun patted Qin Lang on the shoulder and said, "In Dayong, no one dares to cause trouble for adults!"

Sang Sangeng said this with confidence. Although Chen Qiunian, the Demon Sect, has been favored recently, his status in the court cannot be compared with Sang Jingtian. A mere Demon Sect, the Demon Sect, challenged one of the three ministers, unless he was confused.

The facts proved that the Demon-Shen Si did not take any further action, and the days returned to their previous calm. Because of this experience, Qin Lang and Xue Wuru rarely went out without any need, in order to avoid trouble.

A whole month has passed, and Sang Jingtian still has not sent anyone to pick them up. Different news will be heard all day long. Some people say that the emperor is seriously ill and is looking for famous doctors everywhere. Some people say that the emperor's condition has worsened and he is busy acquiring his heirs. Some people say that the unbuilt imperial tomb is working day and night.

All in all, none of these news is optimistic.

Xue Wu made a new piece of clothing for Sang Sangeng. The old man said he was not used to wearing new clothes, but the next day he quietly changed the new clothes to the outside and covered it with an old robe. He took a shower and trimmed his hair and beard. He became much more energetic.

Qin Lang gets up early every day to practice martial arts. When he practices martial arts, Sang Sangen usually cleans fallen leaves in the courtyard. One day, he finally couldn't help but say to Qin Lang: "What's the use of practicing so many moves?"

Qin Lang's answer was also very frank: "Defend yourself!"

"In fact, the best self-defense is to kill the enemy. If the enemy dies, you will naturally be safe."

"It may not be necessary to kill every opponent, right?"

"You don't have room for the enemy. Doing that is to put you in danger, so the idea of ​​defense is wrong from the beginning. It is better to be single-minded than to be single-minded. Leave defense to the enemy. You need to do only attack. Effective attack is usually enough."

Sang San shook lightly, and the bamboo pole of the broom took off from his head.

"Raising your sword and using your all your strength to attack me!"

Qin Lang held the steel sword in both hands, held it high above his head, took a few steps back, and then rushed forward suddenly, as if he raised the sword to slash, but the sword suddenly changed direction and changed to slash. This time, he wanted to accidentally move, which was very clever.

The change of moves has not been completed, and the bamboo pole has already pressed against his throat. If it were a sword, it would have penetrated his throat.

"Why do you need to change your tricks?"

Qin Lang said the truth: "I want to attack you but I'm not prepared."

"Changing moves will only affect your speed. Instead of doing these fancy things, it is better to find a way to increase your speed to a new level. Do you realize that your speed is very fast? Why not take your strengths to the extreme?"

Sang Sanjun removed the bamboo pole: "Come again!"

Qin Lang roared and rushed up again. This time it was a stab. The steel sword went straight to Sang Sangen's throat. Sang Sangen was faster. Before his assassination was completed, the bamboo pole had already pointed at Qin Lang's forehead first.

Take it!

Qin Lang was dizzy by this knock and sat on the ground. He smiled bitterly: "We have too different strengths, and attacking will only seek death." But he was thinking in his heart that if it was impossible to use pure force in actual combat and bless the power of the soul, he might be able to support him for a period of time.

"When facing a strong opponent, do you think defense can survive by chance?"

Sang Sangen shook his head and said, "Martial arts are the way to kill people. Once you enter the battle, you only need to consider how to kill the opponent, observe his weaknesses, judge his reality, and then complete a fatal blow in the shortest time. A thousand moves are worse than a single move. Killing people is actually enough with one sword."

Sang Sangen taught Qin Lang a sword for a whole day. While Qin Lang devoted himself to practicing, he also felt a sense of crisis. Sang Sangen took the initiative to guide himself and explained some problems. He should also realize that the atmosphere around him was a little wrong. Is it really dangerous to approach quietly?

On October 30th, the temperature dropped sharply, and the fallen leaves in the yard were all over the ground. When Qin Lang got up early in the morning to practice swordsmanship, he saw Sang Sangen standing alone under the maple tree, staring blankly at the maple tree that was burning like flames, fucking his hands in his cuffs, holding a broom, and the fallen leaves were everywhere on the ground. Sang Sangen had no intention of cleaning it.

Qin Lang walked over with his sword.

The autumn wind with frost gradually rose, and several maple leaves fell in the wind.

Sang Sangen put the broom on the ground and said to him: "In half an hour, cut all the falling maple leaves into even five equal parts, and then clean the yard. I'll go out to do something. I don't know when I will come back, so you don't have to wait for me."

At noon, someone came to knock on the door, but it was a messenger sent by Sang Jingtian. The letter was for Sang Sanqing. The others were not here, so Qin Lang helped him put it away first.

Sang Sangen went out for a whole day but did not return. Xue Wu didn't care about the changes in the outside world. She just felt that she was very happy to be with Qin Lang just like this. She prepared supper. When Sang Sangen came back at the time of Xu, the two of them had to eat first.

Xue Wu was a little worried. It had been a whole day since the old man went out. Could it be that he would not have encountered anything, right?
Chapter completed!