Seeing people indifferent, he couldn't help being slightly angry, but he didn't show it. Only a few people caught it, and he became even more disgusted with this person.
There was silence for a moment, and Qin Lang said again, "Don’t worry, if it’s the person who provides clues, after I verify it, if it’s really useful, I will give a weapon that transforms the spirit realm. If I can tell where Tianyue is, I can take shelter. The village where you live has been a hundred years old."
Qin Lang's low and confident voice spread from heaven to earth. His volleyed figure and the monstrous power that he exudes. His human words are naturally extremely deterrent. Normally, nothing People dare to rebel.
Many people exercise strict control over children who do not understand personnel matters. However, some orphans are arbitrarily prone to accidents. .
However, they are young and early, but often such people are unrestrained and bolder. With people’s silence, a childish-faced teenager said loudly, “Uncle’s strength is weak after all, and you alone can’t protect us. A century of meritorious villages!"
Despite the trembling of his legs and feet, the young man tried his best to finish speaking, and finally made a poker to show respect for his elders.
"Someone dared to question what I said." Qin Lang's cold voice, no emotion, those knowledgeable and powerful people will not doubt the magical nature of Qin Lang's killing without blinking.
Hearing it, all beings tremble.
This is the difference between the psychic realm. Qin Lang didn't use his cultivation base at all, and just made an ordinary opening, but those of low realm couldn't bear the hidden power at all.
And there is a saying that is shocking to the heavens and humans, that of the psychic realm, knowing the laws of heaven, and controlling Wanli. These realms are different from the previous realms. On the battlefield, they can abuse tens of thousands of people.
"Uncle, the kid just has something to say. If there is any offense, please forgive me." As he said, he bowed slightly, and then looked directly at Qin Lang who was far away, like a pool of water, without waves.
The difference between the two is more than ten miles, and even the silhouette of the other party is difficult to see. Such a distance makes it difficult for many cultivators to communicate.
"Ye Wen is ignorant, please beg your sir, I will try my best to hunt down the criminal Tianyue." An elderly man hurriedly said with a smile.
As the two spoke one after another, Qin Lang's sullen eyes were still silent, and then he groaned blankly. For a while, the atmosphere was strange and faintly shocking.
"Boy, you are good, if I accept you as my disciple, would you like it?"
As soon as the words came out, many people were stunned. This was far beyond people's expectations. Qin Lang didn't blame Ye Wen, but softened his voice to accept a little guy who hadn't even born a spiritual power cyclone.
On the side, Qin Lang's followers were surprised. They were very aware of their master's cruelty. It was a mentality that would kill if they touched them. However, today, the master is so uncharacteristic.
"Dare to ask Uncle, I will become your disciple, but I want to leave my hometown." Ye Wen's delicate face was very calm.
As soon as these words came out, many people were surprised that Qin Lang was also slightly startled. When ordinary people face the feeling of accepting disciples from a king, I am afraid they can already deny their relatives, but the little guy in front of him is still very calm. This kind of mentality is just one. A good seedling of monasticism.
Such young people are rare in my Qin Yu. They are indeed talented, but it is a pity that they have not fallen here, Qin Lang secretly said.
"That's natural, how can I be confined to a barren land to be my disciple." Qin Lang said arrogantly.
"Oh, it turned out to be like this!" Ye Wen whispered.
"Why don't you want it?" Qin Lang suspected.
"Naturally willing, but how can I be willing to leave this hometown where I was born and nurtured me!" Ten-year-old Xiao Yewen sighed with a hint of wisdom.
Turning the conversation, he put his right hand on his chest and straightened his back. He bowed down and said, "The kid knows that his fortune is superficial and how he deserves to be called the disciple of the predecessor, so I'm sorry, I can't be your disciple."
After speaking this passage, his eyes were calm as a secluded pool, without the slightest fear, he still looked directly at the other party.
"Good, good!" Qin Lang yelled up to the sky, very happy, his voice was like thunder, and it was shocked.
Many people's complexions changed, and they were afraid that the other party would turn their faces. Not only did Ye Wen, an unloved kid, die, but they were even implicated.
"Originally I just wanted to accept you as a named disciple, but now you are my Qin Lang's direct disciple, boy, you are lucky." Qin Lang said, as always domineering, beyond doubt.
"Senior, I am already..."
Ye Wen's complexion changed suddenly, but an afterimage flew over, and he could not resist at all, and put him directly into his storage bag.
At this point, people were only in an uproar. Unexpectedly, they saw a disciple of a king, although it was a bit strange.
Many teenagers have blood red eyes and want this opportunity, but they are not Ye Wen, although their elders are also very eager, and even hope that they can become the other's disciple, even if they are named disciples, they will flock to them, but they Survive in the cruel wilderness for a long time, and know some basic human sentiments well.
Ye Wen's source of blessing can only be one, not two, unless it is a genius who makes the other party feel truly amazing. But then, they will not be worse than the opportunity given by the other party. However, they seem to be sad. nothing.
Those little guys who were also orphans had blood red eyes and greedy expressions, but with Qin Lang's words, they were first surprised by the expressions, and then cold in their hearts, like a basin of cold water rushing toward their faces.
"Others don’t need to envy Ye Wen so much. If you make a contribution, I will also give some great benefits. But if nothing happens in a day and there is no news of the sky and the moon, then you may be suspected of hiding criminals privately. Many people will be greatly implicated," Qin Lang's indifferent but domineering words spread across the land for dozens of miles.
As soon as these words came out, the previous joy of accepting disciples was almost gone, but a sense of crisis grew. Many young people clenched their fists tightly, their eyes bursting with anger and anger, while the older ones were quite irritated. Calm, but their hearts are also more worried.
"Senior's intention, doesn't it mean that Tianyue is here almost all the time, but what if it's not there?" There was a slightly dead, weather-beaten voice.
Many people were startled, and besides Ye Wen, there was an existence once again and questioned Qin Lang's words, but this time, are they still so lucky? "
"Old things, if you die against me, you will have the knife." Qin Lang's expression was darkened, and immediately, crossing the void, in an instant, he already fisted away.
With the blooming of the fist-gang, the waves of air churned, and all of a sudden, the forest and the rugged rocks were destroyed.
The whole world, the wind and the clouds are falling, and Weng Ming's explosion, as if the Tianhe opens the gate, with a continuous bang.
"Why, am I not as good as a kid?" The old man, with all his hair and beard, his old face with ditches, was full of horror.
He is also a great master, if it were not for lack of blood, he might have already broken through to become a real powerhouse of spirit transformation.
That way, he has the right to go out and see the whole world of colorful world, but his blood is lost, and his origin is difficult to support him through the transformation of the spirit.
If he desperately advances, he can't say that, and he will die early. Therefore, when he sees Ye Wen being paid by the other party, he will die sooner or later, so it is better to fight.
It's a pity that he even provokes the other party. The most terrifying thing is that his limit has really come.
Originally, he was simple and unpretentious, and he never wanted to overflow even the slightest. Now because of the oppression of the opponent, he is also fighting to the death, his spiritual power is like boiling, and his blood is like a sleeping dragon awakening, with a frightening aura. , Even the ordinary Transmigrating Spirit Realm can take a fight, of course, it is only a fight. Over time, it will undoubtedly be defeated, but what he faces is the psychic king Qin Lang, and the end is doomed.
In many villages, the powerhouses of the Spiritual Transformation Realm were also awe-inspiring. They looked at the old man, and after a little measurement, they found that they were not weaker. This is the terrible accumulation of Dao Fruit.
However, what made people even more frightened was that Qin Lang's fist was incomparable, as if he was hitting a pulpy watermelon, his blood was flying, and the next moment, under that breath of energy, the old man turned into nothingness.