"Living Yama?" An unpredictable sneer appeared on Qin Dong's lips.
"Feng Lang, are you stupid? I'm helping you!" Richen stared at Feng Lang and yelled maliciously.
"No need!" Feng Lang answered simply and neatly, showing no mercy to Richen.
Richen shook his head repeatedly and said with disdain, "You are getting more and more useless! Where has the courage gone when you were against my father?" [
"These are two different things. I will never allow you to act recklessly under my watch!" Feng Lang's face darkened and he shouted sternly.
"It's something that smells good! I'm too lazy to tell you more. Come here, do it for me. This little beast is my master!" Richen looked impatient and waved his hand. The two third-level monks immediately stood up, each using fierce attacks, and attacked Qin Dong at the same time.
Feng Lang bit his steel teeth, and his palms flew up. The vigorous spiritual power spread out like waves, forcing the two third-level monks back.
"Feng Lang, you are so brave! Do you dare to touch my people from Riyao Pavilion?" Seeing Feng Lang take action, Richen's expression immediately turned ferocious.
"I said, this is Qingyuan, no one else is allowed to run wild here!"
"Hahaha... Feng Lang, do you really think of yourself as the local emperor of Qingyuan? Let me tell you, the reason why you can stay in Qingyuan safely is because my father admires you and wants to take you under his command. Without my father’s protection, you are nothing!”
"Young Pavilion Master, why should you talk nonsense to someone like him? Let me deal with him!" The fifth-level old man who had been protecting Richen took a step forward with a gloomy face.
"Han Shizhao, as a fifth-level monk, you have no self-respect and help others do evil. You have done many bad things over the years. You are simply unconscionable! Aren't you afraid of retribution?" Feng Lang glared at the fifty-year-old man and scolded him sternly. .
"Lost your conscience? Haha... That's better than losing your life!" Han Shizhao laughed wildly and suddenly struck out with his palm. A gust of palm-like wind rose out of thin air and headed straight for Feng Lang's chest.
Feng Lang was frightened and hurriedly mobilized his strength to attack. As a result, the spiritual powers of both sides collided in the air. Fenglang groaned and took a small step back involuntarily. Although both of them are at the fifth level, Han Shizhao has obviously been immersed in the fifth level for longer than Feng Lang, and his skills are also more profound.
"Hehe... Feng Lang, my father has condescended to you several times and asked you to join my Sun Yao Pavilion, but you have repeatedly refused with cold words. According to me, you are just too crazy! Today, I am the master of the pavilion. I need to dampen your madness!"
"Master Feng, let's help you!" Seeing that Feng Lang was no match for Han Shizhao, Long Quan called out and immediately rushed forward with more than a hundred casual cultivators, protecting the Feng Lang brothers and sisters.
"You are seeking death!" Han Shizhao's stern eyes swept over Long Quan and others, and he shouted loudly, which made many of the more than a hundred casual cultivators shudder subconsciously. A fifth-level monk is no more than a god-like existence to these casual cultivators.
Relying on their loyalty and momentum, these more than a hundred casual cultivators were still able to persist, but none of them was trembling in their hearts.
Seeing Long Quan and more than a hundred casual cultivators supporting Feng Lang, Richen's face became even colder. He waved his hand slightly, and two fourth-level monks and six third-level monks were dispatched at the same time to stand side by side with Han Shizhao.