The task that I thought was easy to capture would become like this, and Chen Guandong was also hacked to death.

Seeing that he was about to kill Shen Lang, he didn't expect that a master of Transformation came out halfway!

It's really unlucky!

Ximen Qing spat and spat another mouthful of blood.

No! He activated the Xuan Shield Art twice in a row, and was hit by Shen Lang's seven-injury punch, Ximen Qing felt that the injuries in his body had aggravated to a certain level. If he dragged on it, he would be in danger of his life.

Now we must catch a few women and find a quiet place to collect yin and replenish yang and heal the wound.

Ximen Qing saw a middle-aged aunt wearing makeup like a monster in front of him. He forced himself to resist the disgust in his heart, stepped forward, grabbed the aunt, and prepared to drag her into the alley.

In normal times, Ximen Qing did not have such a heavy taste. Even the women he caught were all of the best.

Now he is too seriously injured and has no choice.

"Come on, rape! I'll kill you!" The aunt screamed and kicked Ximen Qing in the crotch.

"Ah!" Ximen Qing covered his crotch and screamed.

Early the next morning, Shen Lang finally opened his eyes from his coma, his whole body was filled with a warm feeling, and there were a lot of bandages wrapped around his upper body.

"Shen Lang, Shen Lang, you are awake!" Chu You'er beside the bed grabbed Shen Lang's arm at the first time and asked with concern.

Shen Lang's consciousness gradually returned, only remembering that his seven-injury punch hit Ximen Qing, and he was also slapped by Ximen Qing, and then he fainted after squirting blood.

"I...I'm not dead? Where are you now?" Shen Lang's head was still a little drowsy.

"Silly, of course you are not dead! It was this master who saved you." Chu You'er pointed to the Baimei Abbot next to her.

"Good, good, the donor's body is different from that of ordinary people, and he woke up so quickly." Abbot Baimei said with a happy face.

Shen Lang held his head and looked around. Standing in front of him was an old monk with white beards and a young monk was waiting behind him.

"What is this?" Shen Lang said in a daze, his mind a little confused.

Abbot Baimei leaned forward, and his old big hand helped Shen Lang hold Shen Lang's arm.

Shen Lang suddenly shuddered, and felt an extremely thick internal force rushing into his body, and his whole body was filled with warmth.

Abbot Baimei showed a look of surprise. Although he helped Shen Lang heal his wounds for a long time, he was clearly so serious that he had healed himself in such a short time?

The divine illumination of the scriptures is indeed incredible.

Shen Lang felt a sudden stern, and suddenly he had a judgment that this kind-hearted and kind-hearted old monk was a super expert!

No wonder I felt a warm feeling in my body as soon as I woke up. It was this old monk who used his internal strength to help him heal his wounds.

"Master, you saved me?" Shen Lang said hurriedly.

Abbot Baimei closed his eyes and said nothing, as if he was investigating Shen Lang's physical condition.

The little monk next to him came forward and handed over a glass of water.

"Thank you." Shen Lang nodded and said, took the water cup, took a sip, and woke up a little.

"Master Shen's injury is not seriously injured. You can recover from the injury after resting in this temple for two days." Abbot Baimei said with a smile.

Shen Lang also folded his hands together and said respectfully: "Master, thank you for saving me."

Baimei Abbot lowered his head and said lightly: "Donor Shen does not need to thank him. God has the virtue of being a good person. Donor Shen and I have a fate. My name is Xuanci, and I am the abbot of Kinmen Temple."

"I've been destined to be born? Master, have we met before?" Shen Lang asked curiously.

Master Xuanci showed a meaningful smile: "Of course I have seen that Zhang Mingchen is my disciple, and his martial arts are what I taught him. When I saw you use the Seven Sin Fist, I realized that you are Zhang Mingchen's disciple."

As soon as these words came out, Shen Lang felt like he was hit by lightning.

"What...what! You...are my master's master?" Shen Lang pointed at Master Xuanci, showing a ghostly expression.

"That's right." Master Xuanci nodded slightly, stretched his right hand, and a cold white air in his palm rotated at high speed, condensing into a snowflake-shaped ice chip.

"This is the Snowflake Palm..."

A huge wave broke out in Shen Lang's heart. The Snowflake Divine Palm was taught by Zhang Mingchen, and the other party would also have Snowflake Divine Palm, which is enough to explain the problem.

He is really the old man’s master, and his own master.

Master Xuanci has an extraordinary level and should not be able to deceive himself.

"Brother... I have met Master!" Shen Lang was about to get up, but was helped by Master Xuanci.

"No need to care about these red tape." Master Xuanci shook his head.

Chu You'er was surprised for a long time before he hesitating: "It turns out that Master and Shen Lang have this kind of relationship..."

"I heard from Master, Master, you have disappeared for a long time. Have you been practicing cultivation in this temple for many years?" Shen Lang asked hurriedly.

Zhang Mingchen's martial arts were taught by his master, and then he passed it to Shen Lang. The old man said that his master had disappeared for decades and was actually encountered by Shen Lang.

Master Xuanci shook his head and said, "It is the same wherever people practice, not to mention that there are few disputes in the world, and it is considered pure. Disciple, you were just born more than 20 years ago, and I met you in a hurry. Now that you have grown to this point, you have also calculated a matter of your thoughts as a teacher."

Shen Lang was shocked again, his eyes widened, and he hurriedly asked, "Master, do you know my life experience?"

Master Xuanci shook his head and said, "I don't know. But I asked Zhang Mingchen to teach you all about martial arts, but I was actually entrusted by someone."

"Master, is that person in retreat in Qingfeng Mountain now?" Shen Lang asked.

"Yes, she is my junior sister." Master Xuanci nodded.

Female? Shen Lang was a little surprised, but the old man did not say it was a man or a woman. The old man was entrusted by someone to accept Shen Lang as his apprentice, which is the junior sister of Master Xuanci.

"I no longer ask about the past. Regarding your life experience, please ask her in person." Master Xuanci said.

Shen Lang nodded slightly, calming down in his heart. He felt that his life experience would sooner or later come true.

"Master, where is the person who injured me before?" Shen Lang asked hurriedly.

"That man has left long ago." Xuan Ci shook his head slightly.

Shen Lang said gratefully: "Thank you for helping Master!"

If it weren't for Xuan Ci, Shen Lang would probably have been slapped to death by Ximen Qing.
Chapter completed!