Duanmu Xie squatted down like a child, looked at Shen Lang with anticipation and said, "It's okay, sir, please do it slowly, I can wait for you for ten thousand years!"

Shen Lang was like a frost-beating eggplant, but when he heard this, he was clever and kicked Duanmu Xie away with one kick!

"Waiting for you for ten thousand years..."

If a beautiful woman says this, no matter who hears it, she will definitely feel extremely comfortable.

But what Duanmu Xie said, like a zombie...

Shen Lang only felt as if he had swallowed a few green-headed flies, and he really wanted to kill him.

"What's wrong... Did I say something wrong again?" Duanmu Xie said inexplicably, scratching his head.

"I mean I'm not in a hurry, you can wait... Sir, I slept for 10,000 years after being injured by Tianqing Sect last time!"

Shen Lang said angrily: "Get out of you, ten thousand years... The daylily will be cold in ten thousand years! Get out of practice for me! I can't stand it anymore, I need to recover first..."

As soon as he finished speaking, Shen Lang was suddenly stunned and raised his head to look at the light curtain in front of him.

Just opposite Shen Lang was sitting, the light curtain on the Fengtian Ding revealed the position behind the monk Buse. On the rugged mountain road, two figures rushed straight at a very fast speed.

"Please stay, the master in front!"

The embarrassed Yin Tianchou and Duan Chenfeng chased the monk Buse.

Shen Lang narrowed his eyes slightly, and his eyes fell on the soles of the two people chasing him.

Beneath the feet of these two people, there was a colorful cloud that was not noticeable, looming.

It is very different from the spiritual power fluctuations of ordinary king martial mirrors or imperial martial arts powerhouses.

Because of the existence of this colorful cloud group, these two people almost never touch the ground. They walked forward dozens of meters in one step, and they were silent!

Moreover, the two of them were clearly rushing to the road with all their might, but when they wandered, their bodies were unpredictable. They seemed to be walking in a straight line, but they always gave people a feeling of being left and right and elusive!

"Step on the cloud step? People from the five-colored flag are among the white flag?"

A glimmer flashed in Shen Lang's eyes.

Then he saw the young young man in brocade robe walking to the Buse Monk in three steps in two steps, bowed and asked, "Hello Master, I'm Yin Tianchou. Do you have ever seen a man wearing an evil ghost mask, wearing a dark gold and black battle armor, carrying a single sword on his back?"

"Hmm?" Shen Lang raised his eyebrows.

The characteristics of this brocade young man Yin Tianchou mentioned in this Dragon Scale Temple, except Shen Lang... it seems that there will be no other person?

At this time, I saw the monk Buse folded his hands and said, "Amitabha, it turns out that the donor is talking about him? In the dark passage below, I saw him fighting with Mu Feng, a strong man from the White Bone Palace, and then killed Mu Feng on the spot... Are the two acquainted him?"

Yin Tianchou said happily, "Yes! He is my friend, but he just entered the Dragon Scale Temple first. When my brother and I came up, they lost his trace. There are many forks in the Dragon Scale Temple. I wonder which road he went from?"

"In addition, I wonder how strong Mu Feng in the White Bone Palace was in the mouth of the master?"

The monk Buse clasped his hands and pointed to the bottom and said, "After coming out of the passage on the edge of the cliff, there are five forks, and the second fork starts from the left... After your friend killed Mu Feng, he was from the mountain on the second fork."

"And the one I am leaving now is the fourth one."

When this erotic monk lies, he really doesn't change his face and his heart doesn't beat.

And it turned out that his vulgar appearance was wiped out, and no matter how he looked like a Taoist monk.

He spoke slowly and continued, "As for Mu Feng's words, it is Wang Wujing's seventh level of cultivation..."

"The Seventh Level of the King of Wujing!" Yin Tianchou's expression changed, but he immediately covered it up: "I understand. He just went on the second fork after killing Mu Feng of the White Bone Palace? How long has it been since now?"

"It's been a little more than three days, and I'm afraid I'm going to chase after him now..." Before the Buse Monk finished speaking, Yin Tianchou was already running back anxiously!

"Thank you, Master Tianchou, for your advice... Senior brother, let's go!" Yin Tianchou's voice sounded in the air, and the person had disappeared on the curve.

In the past three days, Yin Tianchou and Duan Chenfeng have walked two paths.

Now that he finally learned the trace of the ghost-faced man from the mouth of the Buse Monk, Yin Tianchou could no longer bear it and wanted to chase after him immediately and kill the ghost-faced man!

Although the ghost-faced man sounds powerful and his cultivation is far above him, he can fight a warrior with the Seventh Heavenly Warrior of Wang Wujing, no matter how strong he is, he is Wang Wujing.

And he, Yin Tianchou, was followed by Duan Chenfeng, who was the seventh level of the imperial martial arts realm!

When Yin Tianchou's figure disappeared, Duan Chenfeng looked at the lustful monk coldly and suddenly asked, "Monk, which sect are you from?"

"Amitabha, I am from the Ruyi Buddha Sect, and my Dharma name is Buse." Monk Buse replied calmly.

Many people know about his identity. The strong man who entered the Dragon Scale Temple.

There is no need to hide it at all.

Duan Chenfeng said a little surprised: "Ruyi Buddha Sect? What is the relationship between Monk Yankong and you? I met him three years ago, but I don't know what's going on now?"

The Buse Monk said slightly, "Senior, I'm afraid he remembered it wrong. Master Yankong fought with the left guardian of the Heavenly Demon Sect of the Wind Kingdom five years ago in Hengduan Mountain and was hit by Dao Wuqing's 'Demon Hand'. He has been in seclusion for the past five years and has never gone out?"

The monk Jianbuse explained the time, place, and reason clearly, and Duan Chenfeng's face improved a little.

With a snorting, Duan Chenfeng turned into a sandstorm and disappeared in front of the Buse Monk.

Inside the Fengtian Ding, Shen Lang laughed in silence and said, "You monk, you just open your mouth and say lies. Are you not afraid that the Buddha will blame you?"

The monk Buse clasped his hands together and said, "Amitabha, what kind of person do you say to?"

"Although the young man Yin Tianchou, who was asked about the question earlier, had extraordinary weapons, his eyebrows were so fierce that he was not a good person... These two people... may be bad for the visitor!"

"And when I talked about the characteristics of Uncle Master before, a hint of hatred flashed through his eyes. I could see clearly that it was obvious that I was looking for revenge on Uncle Master, so how could my disciple tell him the truth?"

"Doctors do this, in fact, are saving him... Saving a life is better than building a seven-level pagoda."

Shen Lang couldn't help rolling his eyes again: "You can really speak your mouth. You can say that the white ones can be black, and you can also say that the black ones can be red... It's really a pity for you to be a monk. You should be an official who is bigger than the prince."

"Ah... Master Uncle thought that disciples could be emperors?" The Buse Monk couldn't help asking.

"No." Shen Lang smiled and said, "I mean you can be the Nine Thousand Years."

"..." The Buse Monk was speechless for a while, and after a while, he said: "I broke the precepts for my uncle, and I hope that my uncle will say a few more good things in front of the Buddha."

Shen Lang laughed and scolded, "Damn, I'm not dead yet, where can I find Buddha? If you want to go, go by yourself, don't pull me!"

Speaking of this, Shen Lang's eyes suddenly became cold again.

Regardless of whether the other party is from the Temple of War or not, or why the other party has such hatred towards him...

As long as he poses a threat to him, Shen Lang will cut it off without hesitation!

"But I have almost never encountered anyone when I entered this Dragon Scale Temple. The only one who was entangled with cause and effect was Mu Feng who was killed before. This Mu Feng is a person from the White Bone Hall, and he is not in line with the White Flag White Flag's White Flag's Feng Niu and Horse. What is the White Flag's people asking me for... what is it?"

"As for Jun Tianyu, I have told him not to tell anyone about me, and no one else should know about the things in the Hungry Ghost Realm."

"Apart from the hungry ghost realm, I have hardly shown up much before, so how can I attract enemies?"

Shen Lang held his chin and sorted out the matter of entering the Dragon Scale Temple.

In this world, there is no love for no reason, nor hatred for no reason.

Two strangers, without any conflicts of interest, were looking for him everywhere, and this matter was probably not simple...

"I don't know each other, but I know my clothes and characteristics well. I also come from the Five-Colored Flag White Flag... In this way, did I use the "Qi Gathering White Flag Formation" of the White Flag lineage to replay what I did in the Hungry Ghost Realm?"

"Is this kid a big kid who can use the 'Qi Gathering White Flag Formation' and there is also such a strong man in the late stage of the Emperor Martial Arts realm as a follower. Is this kid a big kid? It seems that he should be Bai Luobing's most valued disciple or descendant of relatives and friends."

Shen Lang understood many things just after a little deduction.

In order to find out who took the Zhutian Trident, Yin Tianchou did use this "Qi Gathering White Flag Formation"!

"With his cultivation level, he is very forced to use the 'Qi Gathering White Flag Formation', and then he is hated that I want to find me... There is no other thing except what is in the Hungry Ghost Realm."

"And in the Hungry Ghost Realm, except for the Trident of Zhutian and the Ghost Lord Ye Youming, it seems that there is no such thing or thing that attracts the White Flag lineage, right?"

He reasoned the whole thing out like peeling off the threads and deducing it, and Shen Lang's eyes became colder.

He was not worried that Yin Tianchou used the "Qi Gathering White Flag Formation" to see him using the Star-Absorbing Method and the things he talked to the Ghost Lord.

The "Qi Gathering White Flag Formation" can see that the past has been limited, and it has a lot to do with the cultivation of the caster.

If Yin Tianchou really heard the conversation between him and the ghost master Ye Youming, how could he dare to follow him so arrogantly?

Not to mention the rest, Duanmu Xie is not something they can deal with.

I was anxious to catch up. Isn’t it that the birthday boy hangs himself and thinks he has a long life?
Chapter completed!