After two slaps in the face, Qin Lang seemed extremely calm.

With his personality, if you hit someone, you will be hit. If you hit someone like this, you don’t have to worry about anything.

Moreover, Qin Lang's own strength is not weak, and he is confident that he can escape freely after teaching the other party a lesson, and he is not afraid that the Dongfang family will continue to cause trouble for him.

"You went to my residence and flipped over, but you even beat someone... Have you forgotten?"

Qin Lang glanced at him expressionlessly at this time.

"Beat someone? You said that little girl cultivator? Just a servant..."

Dongfang Qing thought about it and finally remembered that the house seemed to be the property of a tribe member next to the Zuo family. He had inquired about it before he went there, so he naturally knew Wanxin's identity. In his opinion, Wanxin was just a servant. He beat a servant, and even the owner of Zuo family, Zuo Tao, had not come to the door for the past few days. Instead, Qin Lang, an outsider, came to seek justice.

Dongfang Qing naturally didn't know about Wanxin and Zuo Tao and Qin Lang's previous relationship. In fact, neither of them had ever treated Wanxin now. It's a pity that Zuo Tao was not at home these days, otherwise if he knew about this, he would probably come to him.

At this time, Dongfang Qing said again: "Okay, I can't find someone before. Now that you have come to the door, the matter between us can be settled in one go! In Wushuang Relics, you let my Dongfang family make my father so ugly. I must ask someone to teach you a lesson! Come on, take this kid down!"

Dongfang Qing began to issue orders, and Qin Lang surrounded him several servants. At this time, Qin Lang snorted coldly: "I don't know how to live or die!" The aura on his body was directly erupted, and a force field pressure that only a mid-stage cultivator in the Nascent Soul immediately suppressed all the aura of the people around him.

Under this powerful force field pressure, the faces of several servants around Dongfang Qing changed drastically. It was not good. This was a mid-stage cultivator of the Nascent Soul. The young master seemed to have kicked him this time.

Under Qin Lang's powerful pressure, their servants who were only in the early stage of the Killing Pill could not move.

Dongfang Qing was shocked when Qin Lang's force field was released and stunned for a few moments. Qin Lang walked up with a sneer, picked up the boy like a chicken, and slapped him in the face: "This slap is a lesson for you to take someone to my room!"

After a slap in the face, Qin Lang made another backhand: "This second slap is the consequence of your slap! Do you know that Wanxin, the female cultivator, I and Zuo Tao, the old fat man, are treated as relatives, and what are you talking about?!"

After two slaps, Qin Lang made another one: "I'm the third slap for the old fat man Zuotao. When he saw you dealing with his granddaughter like this, he would probably cause trouble for you, so I'll hit him."

After three slaps in the face, Qin Lang felt uncomfortable, so he said, "It's not easy to find you once, I'm almost running and breaking my legs before I got here! Now one slaps are also a slap, two slaps are also a slap, three slaps are also a slap... Since it's rare to do it once, just give it enough!"

So he slapped and slapped the boy Dongfang Qing into a pig's head in an instant.

All the onlookers not far away were stunned. Some were frightened by Qin Lang's aura, while others were stunned by Qin Lang's misunderstanding. However, one thing is very important is that the fourth generation of the direct young master of the Oriental Family was beaten and was beaten by a casual cultivator.

However, this casual cultivator seemed to be very strong and there was no need to provoke him, so he would be an ostrich obediently, otherwise he would be unsatisfied by being taught a lesson by this madman like a young master.

These old friends of Dongfang Qing and all the servants at the scene had different thoughts. With Qin Lang's strong performance, they all understood the principle of protecting themselves. They seemed to be as good as they were. Of course, this was also because Dongfang Qing was just taught a lesson and his life was not threatened.

If Dongfang Qing is worried about his life, first of all, even if Dongfang Qing's subordinates cannot be regarded as turtles, they must stand in front of the young master to protect the young master even if they die. Otherwise, the family will have a miserable fate to settle the score in the future.

At this moment, Dongfang Qing was beaten into a pig's head, and his screams were like pigs. Unfortunately, Qin Lang was shocked at the scene, so no other sound was seen except Dongfang Qing's screams.

Oh no, it seems that there is another sound. On the track not far away, the strong horses were ready to sniff, waiting impatiently for the next round of orders!

"Oh! Oh... Stop slapping, my face..."

Dongfang Qing screamed miserably when he was slapped in the face, not as stubborn as before. It seemed that he would be defeated by Qin Lang. However, when he helped Lang throw this guy off, his young master's temper came back again. His face turned cold and he was about to hit Qin Lang, but Qin Lang kicked him in the lower abdomen in reverse. He bent down and burst into tears, and continued to cry.

After clapping his hands and tidying up his clothes, Qin Lang said lightly: "You will teach you a lesson this time! If you come to cause trouble again, I will not be polite. I will not let you go so easily next time!"

After saying that, he left with a trembling dress.

When Dongfang Qing, who was lying on the ground, was helped up by his subordinates, he was completely angry. Looking at Qin Lang's back in the distance, he said hatefully: "You won't let me go! Bah! Your uncle, I won't let you go!"

At this time, I suddenly thought of Qin Lang's cultivation. This is a master in the middle stage of the Nascent Soul. There are not many people in the entire Dongfang family who have such strength. Now, with his three-legged cat kung fu in the late stage of the elixir, I am afraid that even if I carry shoes to the other party, I am not worthy of it, so where can I get the opportunity to cause trouble for the other party?

At this time, Dongfang Qing clenched his fists so much that his joints turned white. He was beaten so much that he was beaten like this. If he went to find the elders of the family to come forward, although it was OK, it would be impossible for him to do this with his proud personality, so this matter was really troublesome.

But, you must not just let it go!

"Cultivate! I want to practice, I want to break through!"

Dongfang Qing said in his heart that he has been praised since childhood. In fact, his talent for cultivation is really good, but his mind is not focused on cultivation. After being taught by Qin Lang this time, he decided to concentrate on practicing for a while, working hard to improve his cultivation, and even at all costs, he should improve his cultivation to the Nascent Soul stage as soon as possible.

Only when he reaches the Nascent Soul stage does he feel that the gap between him and Qin Lang will be narrowed, and he will be able to fight against Qin Lang with the family's secret techniques, and he will be able to regain his dignity from Qin Lang.

What Qin Lang didn't know was that his slap had such a great effect, awakening a family who was not doing their jobs. Now Dongfang Qing has made up his mind to become a monk, which is really a surprising result.

However, other unemployed families in Wushuang City may be about to sigh. In the future, they will have one less playmate, and they are also a big money owner who often organizes activities... It's a pity.

...

After Qin Lang taught Dongfang Qing a lesson, he left the horse farm directly. When he left the gate of the horse farm, the guard was still greeting Qin Lang: "Hey, haven't you been able to find the young master yet? The young master should be in any direction in the horse farm..."

"Finished." Qin Lang responded lightly.

"Finished? Why didn't you play together after finding the teenager? It's really strange that he came out so early."

The guardian is also very familiar and not at all, and is very talkative.

Unfortunately, Qin Lang did not answer him again. He could not say that he had found Dongfang Qing and beat Dongfang Qingren! If this is the case, the guardian of this horse farm would be fussed again.

After Qin Lang returned to his residence, Baoer finally returned from Wushuang City this time. Baoer stayed in Wushuang City for four or five days. In addition to rushing to find spiritual medicine, he was dealing with the incident of more than 400 magic weapons and miscellaneous items that Qin Lang had commissioned for auction last time. A small family in the city held a special auction for this. In just a few days, Qin Lang's magic weapons and miscellaneous items had been auctioned off.

After taking a storage bag, Qin Lang counted, with a total of 140 million spirit stones. If he added his previous net worth, Qin Lang is now a wealthy man with assets of more than 500 million yuan. With such a net worth, not to mention a Nascent Soul cultivator, even a god-transforming cultivator would be jealous.

"My friend Qin Lang, there are too many magic weapons you have to deal with at one time, and the market cannot consume them at one time! So these magic weapons cannot be sold at the right value, otherwise, if you are limited, you can wait for a month or two to get a higher price."

Bao Er was embarrassed to say at this time, if Qin Lang was not so urgently selling, these more than 400 magic weapons could make at least 20 to 30 million more.

However, Qin Lang looked indifferent. For him, money will become a number when it reaches a certain program. This is true on earth and in the world of cultivation. Now he basically has no worries about cultivation materials, so there is no need to deliberately worry about some aspects. Just have enough spirit stones.

This is why Qin Lang has such an idea now that he has become a rich man. If he hears it to other cultivators of the same level, he will definitely scold him as a prodigal son. Who would think that there are too many spirit stones? Of course, he is trying hard to make money, the more money the better.

Speaking of which, Qin Lang has enough resources, which can basically be compared with the resources in the treasure houses of medium-class families in Wushuang City. A casual cultivator has more wealth than a treasure house in a medium-class family, and it has to be said that this is really a strange thing.

However, these property were earned by Qin Lang's efforts, so he would feel at ease when spending it and would have no burden.

After counting the spirit stones, Qin Lang said, "Old fat man, do you know that Wanxin was beaten by someone in the past few days you were away?"
Chapter completed!