Juvenile Medical God - Chapter 1623

Pulling a group of people and suppressing a group of people is the brilliant means of dealing with the enemy.

Between Qin Lang and Xianzong, Zhizong and Yaozong, it can be said that the grievances are already deep. It is basically impossible to turn them into jade. Whatever the case, whether it is Qin Lang or the other party, there seems to be no plan for reconciliation.

This time, the masters of the sects, the sects, and the medicinal sects are moving. It is not really that they want to negotiate with Qin Lang. To put it bluntly, it is necessary to put pressure on Qin Lang and the poison sect, forcing Qin Lang to agree to its conditions and share a piece of it here. . Of course, for the people of Xianzong, this kind of practice is only their traditional tradition. After all, they have always been the leaders of the rivers and lakes. If other martial art discovers something good, it is absolutely impossible to circumvent them and directly gain benefits.

To put it bluntly, it is to eat more and take up the habit. Now it is suddenly rejected, so it is unacceptable both in face and psychologically.

However, this time they did not accept it, because Qin Lang’s posture was strong enough, because the rest of the martial art were willing to invest in the poisonous camp. For other sects, the strength of the sects, medicines, and sects is strong, but on the other hand, the poison sects, the esoterics, the sects, and the Taoism, the strength seems to be stronger, and the most important is the poison. Zong can give them more benefits, so for these sects, it is not difficult to make the best choice for them.

The burial Buddhist Zen master is simply going to be mad. This time, he can steal the chicken without eroding the rice. Not only did he not force the Qin Lang to submit, but he also added "Party" to Qin Lang. It’s almost unbearable, and the sorcerer’s sorrowful screams: “Qin Lang, you kid is too bullying!”

"How about bullying you?" Qin Lang asked, the tone was very disdainful. "If you have something to bury, if you have something, we will die directly! If you don't plant it, forget it. I forget that you are a monk. Since there is no such thing, hurry away, so as not to waste each other's time!"

"Boy, you are too arrogant, and dare to be rude to the burial of the Zen master -"

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"You ^... you dare to kill in the face of this seat!" The burial Buddhist Zen master was so angry that the practice of Qin Lang was simply a provocation and insult to the sect.

"Yes, what about murder?" Qin Lang asked. "I have already said it. If you want to fight, you will kill it. If you waste time, I don't want to accompany you."

"The burial Zen Master, you are old." Jeb Living Buddha sighed. Before the Jeb Living Buddha used to regard the burial Zen Master as an enemies, but today saw the burial of the Zen Master was suppressed by Qin Lang, Jebhu Living Buddha has some heartfelt I don’t look down on the funeral Zen master.

Ren couldn’t even look at the burial Zen master with disdain. For the sake of his inability, the former burial of the Zen master was also a very jealous person, but today’s view of the burial of the Zen master has changed: this is just a The old monk who lost his ambition.

The majesty of the ancestor was completely gone. As the lord of the sect of the ancestors, he was buried in the Zen master. He did not dare to face the challenge of the lord of the poisonous lord. This is the complete loss of momentum.

"Qin Lang kid, dare to provoke the majesty of our sect. If you don't give you a lesson today, how do you know that the sky is high!" In the camp of Xianzong, there was a provocative voice.

"Qin Zongzhu, be careful, this person is the Yuangang of the Xianzong Zen Jingting. It has always been a disciple of the sect of the ancestors, but it is definitely one of the most horrible masters of the ancestors!" The Jebel Living Buddha of the Tantra reminded Qin Langdao . Although the former Jebu Living Buddha was also unhappy with Qin Lang, this time, the cooperation between Tantric and the poisonous sects was very pleasant, and the knowledge and attitude of the Jeb Living Buddha to Qin Lang naturally changed.

Qin Lang paid attention to this guy named Yuangang. As Jebhu Buddha said, this guy is a vulgar disciple. He has not been shaved, his hair and beard are very long, but they are all braided and appear clean and neat. .

The age of Yuangang is at least a hundred years old, but there is no aging temperament in this person. On the other hand, every inch of muscle on the body seems to contain amazing explosive power.

Yuangang wore a robes and walked barefoot to Qinlang. Every step seemed to be as heavy as a thousand, but the gravel under his feet was still motionless, and his body was as light as a feather.

This guy is indeed a master, because this person has already realized the essence of the martial arts with light weight and two poles. In the case of martial arts practice, this person has indeed reached the peak of the world. It is no wonder that he dared to bury the Zen master to meet Qin Lang. .

Although instead of the funeral Zen masters, it has already damaged the majesty of the sect. After all, the sects of the sects of the ancestors did not dare to face the lords of the sects. This incident itself has greatly weakened the prestige of the Buddhist monks and the sects.

However, if Yuangang can defeat or suppress Qinlang, then at least the face of the sect can be preserved, and the burial of the Zen master may be deprived of the position of the lord by the high-level sect. After all, he lost the majesty of the sect.

Yuangang stopped at the place ten meters in front of Qin Lang.

The rest of the people around, instinctively retreat, leaving room for battle between the two.

Here is the Gobi Desert in the Xinwei District. The two can let go of a battle without worrying about the impact and damage to ordinary people.

"You are not going to dismount?" Yuangang stared at Qin Lang coldly, his eyes looked a bit cloudy.

For Yuan Gang’s gaze, Qin Lang’s heart moved and couldn’t help but ask: “Are you a Chinese?”

The reason why Qin Lang has this question is because the martial arts practitioners of China, once they reach the level of the master, will have a metamorphosis in their spirits, giving birth to a feeling of awkward Yuelu, giving people a feeling of being bright and open. . Even if he is not the lord of the Mozong, he has already had the temperament of a master, and people do not feel evil or sinister.

Only the people of Laos, whether ordinary people or practitioners, have their own eyes with this unique haze, perhaps because the genes of aggression have penetrated their flesh and blood, so these guys are as vicious as wild animals.

"Yuan Gang is a disciple of my ancestral sect in the country, and there is no limit to the sacred religion."

The burial Buddhist Zen master originally wanted to explain two sentences for Yuan Gang, but was interrupted by Yuan Gang. "More than nothing, the martial arts only have strengths and weaknesses! There is no race!"

"Wrong! Huaxia martial arts, can not be learned by the people of the country, so I just want to beat you, but now I change my mind." Qin Lang released the murderous, has already explained what his idea is.

It is natural that there are no problems in preaching these to the people of Shu and others, but it is simply unforgivable to pass the martial arts to the people of Shu.

"I don't know children, give me death!" Yuangang screamed, and the figure shook like a lightning bolt to the front of Qin Lang, and a knife cut to Qin Lang's chest.