Qin Dong nodded and signaled Long Quan to help Feng Lang aside to rest, and then turned to look at Richen.
Qin Dong deposed Han Shizhao in an understatement, and the eight monks of Sun Yao Pavilion also saw it. At this time, seeing Qin Dong looking towards Richen, everyone's expression changed, and they hurriedly and subconsciously protected Richen.
These eight Sun Yao Pavilion monks had obviously realized how terrifying Qin Dong was, but Richen had other ideas. He always felt that the Sun Yao Pavilion was so powerful that no matter how strong your cultivation was, you would never dare to be an enemy of the entire Sun Yao Pavilion alone. So Richen was frightened at this moment, but he was not really afraid of Qin Dong.
"You just gave me two ways, either to hand over my pet or to keep my life. Are you serious about that?" Qin Dong ignored the eight Sun Yao Pavilion monks and looked directly at Richen. [
Richen sneered and said, "What I, the young master of Sun Yao Pavilion, said was not untrue!"
"You, the young master of Sunlight Pavilion, are so majestic!" The smile on Qin Dong's face seemed harmless, but it had such a thrilling aura.
Richen still couldn't clearly see the situation he was facing. When Qin Dong said this, the sneer on his face did not diminish, but became even more arrogant. "Seeing that your cultivation is good, I will give you a chance to survive. Become my personal guard, and today's incident will be wiped out. I also guarantee that you will be able to run amok on the Huanran Continent, and no one will dare to offend you!"
"Is there such a good thing?"
"You're lucky, kid!" Richen really thought Qin Dong was attracted and said with a smile.
"My luck has always been good, but your luck is a little worse!" Qin Dong smiled, his face suddenly turned cold, and what he said next seemed to have been dipped in ice water, which Richen heard My heart suddenly felt cold.
"What do you mean?"
"You can't even understand what I'm saying. I think you're not only unlucky, but your brain is also broken!" Qin Dong shouted coldly and thrust a hand towards Richen's neck.
"If you don't eat the toast, you will be fined! Kill him!" Richen took a step back and shouted in a deep voice to the eight masters of Sun Yao Pavilion.
If these eight monks from Sun Yao Pavilion were taken individually, they would definitely not be the match of Han Shizhao and Feng Lang. However, there is a quite tacit understanding between these eight people, which should not be underestimated.
Before Richen could finish his words, six third-level monks struck at the same time, blocking Qin Dong's palm. The two fourth-level monks guarded Richen vigilantly and retreated backwards.
The six attack waves released by these six third-level monks were like six angry dragons, filling the air with vibrations. At first glance, it looks chaotic and chaotic, as if each one is working on his own, but in fact it is a hidden world.
The six attack waves were gathering and dispersing in unpredictable ways. Feng Lang only glanced at them and felt dizzy. Even though he had the ability to move mountains and seas, he didn't know how to use them. And at this moment of hesitation, six waves of attacks were already approaching. No matter you were level 5 or 6, you would only be hit at this time.
This kind of cooperation allowed these six third-level monks to challenge opponents twice or even five times stronger than themselves. Sun Yao Pavilion also relies on this kind of cooperation to hold the second seat among the seven sects for many years.
It's a pity that today they met Qin Dong, the real 'Living Yama'. No matter how exquisite this cooperation is, it is useless when faced with Qin Dong's excessive cultivation.