Chapter 676: Handling

The few men who came in had white cloth wrapped around their heads. They were short, dark, and thin like the local residents, and they were barefoot and wearing hemp shoes. As for their clothes, they didn't look like scholars, and they didn't look like short-cut clothes. Bai Lang didn't know what these people were—they were definitely from the Qingcheng Sect, because of the swords at their waists. "Sichuan, the only ones appearing in Fujian at this time are from the Qingcheng Sect. Could it be the Shushan Sect?" Bai Lang thought while drinking inferior wine with a small cup.

Bai Lang didn't quite understand what these people were saying, but when they saw Yue Lingshan sitting on the side, they immediately uttered filthy and lecherous jokes—Yue Lingshan was better than Bai Lang in language ability, so she understood. Where was the Huashan junior sister a gentle and elegant person? She immediately cursed and threw the tin wine pot on the table at them. It had to be said that her aim was quite accurate; it hit the head of the leader of the Qingcheng Sect guys directly.

Now those few people were also angry, their mouths were even filthier, and they rushed over, preparing to beat Yue Lingshan. Of course, more of it should have been an attempt to take advantage or even worse things. Lin Pingzhi on the side hadn't reacted yet, but Bai Lang moved first. Bai Lang took one step to Yue Lingshan's side and slapped, breaking the hand extended by a young man—in fact, it was nothing, just twisting it into a very unexpected angle.

Afterward, he reached out and grabbed, and another man was grabbed by the shoulder and arm together—the bones and muscles in this place were kneaded into a ball. The strength of the Eagle Claw was too fierce, and Bai Lang's control of strength was extremely precise, not even breaking the skin. Even if this person were released, this arm would be useless in the future. Fortunately, he didn't have to worry about this, because the next moment Bai Lang slapped and pushed, and this person flew out of the stall like he was riding the clouds, hitting the ground and dying.

And the man with the broken hand was slapped again. This slap was like a bronze bell striking, and half of his face collapsed. The person also flew out along the way, and when he fell to the ground, he only had breath going out and none coming in. The third man was slow to act. Now he hadn't moved yet, but two of his senior and junior brothers were already dead. He didn't dare to take action, but he dared to use his mouth. "Who are you? How dare you kill my Qingcheng disciples." This guy didn't say why he killed people? "The crime doesn't deserve death," such words.

Bai Lang laughed, "I don't change my name or surname; my name is 'Don't Know.' Why don't you hurry up and clean up the corpses of your Qingcheng disciples and leave? Do you think they are too lonely on the road to the Yellow Springs and are preparing to go together?" After saying that, Bai Lang threw down a few silver beans, "Junior Sister, let's go." Yue Lingshan was also a bit stunned. This Senior Brother Bai killed people directly? The key was that after killing people, he left without a care?

"Just martial arts bandits, I have absolute certainty that it will be fine." Bai Lang said indifferently. He was a provincial graduate from Shaanxi, and a provincial graduate with high martial arts skills. And the ones he killed weren't locals, and there were local powerful people to testify that these Sichuan people provoked it first, so what was there to fear? That guy surnamed Lin was stunned, and didn't move until Bai Lang took Lao Denuo and Yue Lingshan away.

In Fuzhou City, from Bai Lang's point of view, he felt there was nothing fun, but Yue Lingshan liked to eat, drink, and stroll around the night market in Fujian, so let her go. Bai Lang just borrowed an inn across from the Fuwei Escort Agency. He was just prepared to see if this "Shorty Yu" would take action and covet the secret manual of the Lin family. "There is just one thing I don't understand. If someone really coveted their Bixie Sword Manual, why could this family be safe until now? Lin Yuantu died decades ago."

Only now did someone have ideas? Bai Lang felt that there were actually many loopholes in the original book, so let's just assume Shorty Yu suddenly went crazy and wanted to seize the Bixie Sword Manual. "I originally thought it would be the Demon Cult or the Songshan Sect coming to seize it, but it turned out to be the Qingcheng Sect from Sichuan." The most powerful person in Songshan at this time was the Taoist of the Central Mountain Temple. Let's see if the guys from the Songshan Sect dared to mess with them.

Sure enough, someone relied on high-level lightness skills to enter the escort agency and kill people, so Bai Lang also moved—he didn't worry about Yue Lingshan; she had Lao Denuo, and Yue Lingshan herself had high martial arts. Besides, Bai Lang had already taught his junior sister, "The sect leader and senior brother are both provincial graduates, what are you afraid of?"

Bai Lang also broke into the escort agency. Just as that figure was about to take action, he was intercepted by Bai Lang. "Murder! Come quickly, there are bandits breaking in and killing people!" Bai Lang shouted, and the whole escort agency exploded. The one he intercepted was a middle-aged shorty with quite remarkable skills. Looking at the technique he used to kill people just now, "Is this the 'Heart-Destroying Palm'?" The magic of martial arts could be seen. The power of this palm technique could penetrate into the opponent's body, specifically destroying the heart.

As soon as Bai Lang appeared, he was immediately enveloped in the crazy attack of this shorty. Bai Lang's Golden Bell Shield internal energy was now integrated, and the internal energy of the mere Heart-Destroying Palm couldn't hurt him at all. Instead, the counter-shock force shook the shorty's hand bones until they were sore, and blood seeped from his mouth. At this time, the crowd of the escort agency rushed over, including Young Lin, but the one who recognized this shorty was a middle-aged man, "Isn't this Sect Leader Yu of Qingcheng? Why did you come to my escort agency to kill people?"

Afterward, he just glanced at Bai Lang, his eyes full of surprise, and it seemed there was a bit of fear—probably because Bai Lang's momentum was fully displayed at this time, looking exactly like a high-ranking official at the border of the imperial court. No way, Bai Lang's official appearance was much stronger than Yue Buqun's, even though he was only twenty years old. Bai Lang walked like a dragon and a tiger, reaching out to grab the shorty Yu Canghai. This person also quickly drew his sword, and a group of green light rolled, shining through the entire backyard.

The martial arts of this Qingcheng sect leader, especially his sword technique, were actually quite powerful. Bai Lang fought Yu Canghai with a pair of bare hands. Lin Zhennan couldn't speak; he couldn't see Bai Lang's background at all, but it was true that his escort agency's guards were killed by Yu Canghai. Bai Lang unfolded his fist and palm techniques, and Yu Canghai couldn't tell which sect's martial arts they were. He wielded them naturally, and the palm momentum was like the north wind roaring from the sky, with unparalleled ferocity.

In the blink of an eye, his precious sword couldn't be held. Decades of hard practice couldn't hold the precious sword in his hand—this internal energy was surging like an angry wave. Yu Canghai had never met anyone who could have such domineering and majestic internal energy. The more he fought, the more frightened he became, and the sword in his hand was already restricted everywhere—and this was only after three or five moves. Yu Canghai wanted to run, but he couldn't anymore. Now his responses were all under the control of the other party. If he fought to the death, it might be better. Once he wanted to withdraw and leave, it was immediately a thunderous blow, and the defeat was like a mountain collapsing.

Bai Lang was originally an expert from the "Cave Heaven" level, so his vision and means were naturally extremely high. That "Shorty Yu's" tricks could only make this little person take a look, and wanting to pose any threat to Bai Lang was out of the question. Even if Bai Lang's Golden Bell Shield hadn't been rebuilt at this moment, his palms wouldn't be touched by Yu Canghai's sword in the slightest. Bai Lang's movements weren't fast; he just grasped the rhythm of Yu Canghai's changing moves and saw through the flaws in his body.