When the refugees heard Duan Lang say something, they all looked at each other and didn't know how to answer. At this moment, a young man in the crowd suddenly stood up and asked in surprise: "Duan Lang? Sir, do you say your name is Duan Lang?"

Duan Lang nodded and said, "No, my name is Duan Lang. Why, does this brother know me?"

The young man looked excited and asked again: "Is he practicing on Mount Le?"

The old man next to the young man pulled his sleeve, but the young man ignored it.

"Yes, I have been practicing with my master on the mountain before. Today I went to the master and traveled down to the mountain."

Duanlang didn't understand why, but he still answered truthfully.

Hearing this, the young man immediately said loudly: "Young Master Duan, the villain is Zhang San. Do you still remember it? We are all villagers in Zhangjia Village at the foot of the mountain."

Duan Lang frowned, then suddenly realized, "It's you, I remembered that I hadn't started practicing yet. The children in the village bullied me and called me a wild child without a mother. Among them, you, Zhang San, are you, right?"

The young man, Zhang San, changed his face when he heard this. He gritted his teeth, knelt down, slapped himself in the face with both hands, and made a "slap" sound. In a blink of an eye, he slapped more than a dozen times, and his face was swollen.

Duan Lang waved his hand, feeling bored, and said, "Forget it, I won't care about the past. If nothing happens, I'll leave first."

Upon hearing this, Zhang San kowtowed suddenly and shouted: "Young Master Duan, the villain is a villain, so he is naturally not as noble as the young master. If the young master is not satisfied, the villain... the villain will pay his life."

"Just... I just beg you to stop the mercy of the young master and save the villagers. Once we save them, we have no way to survive!"

The refugees then realized Zhang San's good intentions. They knelt on the ground, kowtowed and shouted:

"Please save our lives with great compassion, my son!"

"Please save our lives with great compassion, my son!"

"Please save our lives with great compassion, my son!"

Duan Lang's face changed slightly, and with a wave of his sleeves, a powerful true energy swung out, helping everyone kneeling on the ground up.

He said warmly: "Friends, don't need such a big gift! If you have any difficulties, even if you tell me, I will definitely have no choice but to help you."

He turned to Zhang San and said, "Brother Zhang San, let the past happen."

Then, he looked at the bruised foreheads of everyone, waved the long sword in his hand, released a "group healing technique" and landed on everyone.

As soon as possible, the wounds on everyone's bodies were scabbed and healed.

Everyone discussed and discussed for a while, and asked Zhang San to speak.

Zhang San walked up to the front and said respectfully: "Thank you, Mr. Duan, never tolerate past grudges, and the villain is grateful."

"I believe Mr. Duan saw what happened just now. Since the previous year, the Tianxiahui has taken over the management of Leshan Prefecture, and the tycoons and miscellaneous taxes have been heavy, and the villagers have suffered a lot."

"Now, the little people are forced to survive."

"Please be merciful and save us."

Duan Lang looked bad when he heard this. Although he lived on the hillside and had few contacts with the villagers at the foot of the mountain, he could be regarded as a friendship between fellow villagers.

At present, these villagers are being bullied to this point, which is like slapping him in the face.

Even my uncle can tolerate it, but my aunt can’t.

He shouted with a cold face: "What kind of force will the world be?"

"The World Association is the most powerful force in the world!"

At this moment, a thick voice came.

Duan Lang turned his head and looked at him and found that the person who made the sound was the middle-aged man in black who had come down from the boat before.

He jumped down from the back of the beast, stood on the ground, bowed and asked, "What you said just now, is it true?"

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The master and apprentice were shocked when they saw Duan Lang's series of extremely cool skills.

The middle-aged man frowned, and he was quite displeased with Duan Lang's ruthlessness.

Then, when Duan Lang took action to treat Old Man Zhang, the middle-aged man's face cleared a little and thought to himself that this person was not a bad person.

What happened later was quite dramatic, and it turned out that the two of them were actually fellow villagers.

Duan Lang's every move was seen by the middle-aged man, which made him very proud. He was both kind and powerful, and he advanced and retreated in moderation. Although he was a little immature, he was also generous.

In comparison, his own disciples are comparing people with others, which is so annoying that they are incomparable.

Even if the disciple is so outstanding, what kind of style is his master?

However, he heard Duan Lang's self-reporter and knew that Duan Lang had an elder who was even more mysterious.

As a result, middle-aged people couldn't help but feel good about Duan Lang and wanted to make friends with each other.

Thinking of this, the middle-aged man greeted him and walked forward with the young man in white.

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Hearing Duan Lang's question, the middle-aged man nodded: "Yes, the leader of the World Association Gang Xiongba rose ten years ago. This person has founded the World Association with great talent and strategy, flourished and grew rapidly. Now, ten years later, he has become the world's number one gang and dominated the northern part of China."

Duan Lang heard that this person knew everything about the world club, and he thought he must be a famous figure in the world.

He greeted with fists: "I'm Xia Duanlang, haven't you asked this friend for his name Gao?"

The middle-aged man waved his hand, with a slouching expression: "It's just an unknown little man in the world, and his reputation is not worth mentioning. It's a shameful hearing for you."

Duan Lang's eyes flashed, and he noticed the other party's misery flash. His eyes were burning, staring straight at the middle-aged man, and tentatively said: "If Duan guessed well, you are an unknown senior of the martial arts mythology, right?"

Wuming, martial arts myth, Tianjian Wuming.

This legendary master who once defeated the Sword Saint and even killed a legendary master who had almost wiped out the ten sects in the Central Plains with one man's strength.

Even though he has disappeared from the world for ten years, he is still remembered by countless people and still makes countless people frightened!

Previously, when he was on the mountain, Chen Hengzhi introduced Wuming's situation to Duan Lang, saying that although this person has excellent martial arts skills, he is already half-devoured and is also pedantic, which is not worth worrying about.

The middle-aged man said calmly: "Young Master Duan is afraid he has recognized the wrong person. Wuming has been dead for many years. I am just a nameless person without a surname."

Duan Lang laughed: "It seems that Master is right. Tian Jian is not famous, but only a person with false reputation. When you killed the world, you were so scared that you killed your wife, but in the end, you ended up tragic and innocently dying. But in the second half of your life, you lived in guilt, and your whole life was miserable and miserable. In my opinion, it was pedantic and unchanging."

Before the middle-aged man could make a sound, the face of the young man in white behind him changed drastically, and the sword in his hand was unsheathed, and he said coldly: "What are you talking about?"

Duan Lang hugged his hands with his chest, looked at the long sword in the hand of the young man in white, and sneered: "This is the sword of righteousness that is famous throughout the world - the heroic sword. What a pity, it is said to be inhuman!"

Then, he looked at the villagers and said quietly: "Groups, let's go back first. I'll decide on this matter."

"Young Master Duan is here to thank me!"

Zhang San and the villagers heard his answer. Although they believed and half-doubted, they saw that the atmosphere in the venue was a little wrong, so they dared not stay. They subconsciously bowed and left after answering, but they didn't dare to stop at all.

The young man in white heard that he was repeatedly humiliating his master, but he couldn't hold back. He waved the heroic sword in his hand, and a sword energy flew out, and the rushing flowed straight away.

"Chen'er..."

The middle-aged man's face changed slightly, and he shouted, then he took a step out of his feet, his figure moved in an instant, and in the blink of an eye, he appeared beside Duan Lang, wielding his sword energy.

Duan Lang was amazed, and instructed him in the tone of a senior master, "Look at it, you can't practice your mind and nature. I get angry when I get excited by a few words. I draw my sword and hurt people. I'm not steady at all!"

The middle-aged man looked bad, and a junior pointed at the nose and scolded him. He was considered broad-minded if he didn't have an attack on the spot.

He looked at the boy in white and said in a tone of regret: "Chen'er, you have disappointed me so much!"

The boy in white lowered his head and stuttered his lips: "Master..."

The middle-aged man looked at him coldly, turned around and apologized, "Brother Duan, the bad disciple is naughty. I will teach him a lesson after I go back, so please forgive me."

Duan Lang looked indifferent: "It's okay, kid, I forgive him!"

The middle-aged man shook his head and said, "But it's not difficult to drive away your martial arts with Young Master Duan. Why do you have to do such a tough move?"

"Has Senior Wuming spoke out for them?"

When Duan Lang heard this, his eyes froze, stared straight into his eyes, and he was furious in fighting, and he sneered: "Or, do you want to stand up for them?"

"The so-called forgiveness is what we need!"

The middle-aged man seemed not to notice his fighting spirit, but still had a calm expression. He shook his head and said, "Although these gang members in the world are not doing anything, I think that as long as you punish the big commandments, there is no need to start a big killing."

"Pediatric! Stop killing with killing, and using evil to control evil is the kingly way!"

Duan Lang sneered: "It's a blessing for your idea to be so good at martial arts. Otherwise, I'm afraid the grave grass would have been three feet tall."

Then, he waved his hand and said, "Forget it, I don't want to work together. Why do I tell you this? I'm wasting time."

Duanlang knew that he would never wake up a person who pretended to be asleep.

If Wuming was so easy to convince, he wouldn't have such a temperament.

Duan Lang has self-knowledge. He does not have such great ability and does not want to wake Wuming up.

If you are not intimate or unfamiliar with each other, do you know whether you are dead or alive? Is it a dime to do with me?

Shaking his head, Duan Lang turned around and prepared to ride on the divine beast.

At this time, Wuming stopped him: "Brother Duan, please wait for a moment."

Duan Lang turned around and raised his eyes: "What, Senior Wuming has any advice?"

He had already seen that Wuming had no intention of fighting, otherwise Duan Lang would not mind fighting with him, and see how capable this so-called Jianghu myth has.

The so-called newborn calf is not afraid of tigers, which means breaking the waves.
To be continued...