Godly Dragon Guard

The mission that I thought was easy to capture turned out to be like this, and Chen Guandong was also hacked to death.

Seeing that he was about to kill Shen Lang, he didn't expect that a transformation master would appear on the way!

What a bad luck!

Ximen Qing sighed and spit out another mouthful of blood.

No more! After activating the Black Shield Technique twice in a row, and being hit by Shen Lang's seven-injury fist, Ximen Qing felt that the injuries in his body had worsened to a point where his life would be in danger if he continued.

Now I have to capture a few women and find a quiet place to collect yin and replenish yang to heal the wounds.

Ximen Qing saw a middle-aged aunt in front of him who was made up to look like a monster. He suppressed the nausea in his heart, stepped forward, grabbed the aunt, and prepared to drag her into an alley.

Normally, Ximen Qing would not have such strong tastes. Even the women he caught for supplements were all of good looks.

Now he is too seriously injured and has no choice.

"Come on, rape me! I'll kill you!" the aunt screamed and kicked Ximen Qing in the crotch.

"Ah!" Ximen Qing covered his crotch and let out a scream.

Early the next morning, Shen Lang finally opened his eyes from his coma. His whole body was filled with a warm feeling, and his upper body was still wrapped with a large number of bandages.

"Shen Lang, Shen Lang, you're awake!" Chu You'er, who was beside the bed, immediately grabbed Shen Lang's arm and asked with concern on her face.

Shen Lang's consciousness gradually returned, and he only remembered that his seven-injury fist hit Ximen Qing, and he was also slapped by Ximen Qing, and then he fainted with blood spurting out.

"I...I'm not dead? Where are I now?" Shen Lang's head was still a little groggy.

"Fool, of course you're not dead! It was this master who saved you." Chu You'er pointed to Abbot Baimei next to him.

"It's good that it's good that the donor's constitution is different from ordinary people's and he woke up so quickly." Abbot Baimei said in a pleasant tone.

Shen Lang held his head and looked around. Standing in front of him was an old monk with white eyebrows and a young monk waiting behind him.

"Where is this?" Shen Lang said in a daze, his mind a little confused.

Abbot Baimei came forward and held Shen Lang's arm with his big old hands.

Shen Lang suddenly shuddered and felt an extremely strong inner energy rush into his body, and his whole body was filled with warmth.

Abbot Baimei showed a look of surprise. Although he had been helping Shen Lang heal his injuries for a long time, it was clear that such a serious injury had healed on its own in such a short time?

The Divine Illumination Sutra is indeed incredible.

Shen Lang's heart froze, and he suddenly came to the conclusion that this kind-hearted old monk was a super master!

No wonder I felt a sense of warmth in my body as soon as I woke up. It must be this old monk using his internal power to heal himself.

"Master, did you save me?" Shen Lang said hurriedly.

Abbot Baimei closed his eyes and said nothing, as if he was checking the condition of Shen Lang's body.

The young monk on the side came forward and handed over a glass of water.

"Thank you." Shen Lang nodded, took the water glass, took a sip, and cleared his mind a little.

"Donor Shen's injury is no longer serious. You can recover from the injury by taking a good rest in this temple for two days." Abbot Baimei said with a smile.

Shen Lang also clasped his hands together and said respectfully: "Master, thank you for saving me."

Abbot Baimei lowered his head and said calmly: "Donor Shen, there is no need to say thank you. God has the virtue of good life. Donor Shen and I are destined. The old monk's name is Xuanci, and he is the abbot of the Golden Gate Temple."

"Are we destined to be together? Master, could it be that...we have met before?" Shen Lang asked curiously.

Master Xuanci showed a meaningful smile: "Of course I have seen you before. Zhang Mingchen is my disciple, and I taught him all his martial arts. Only when I saw you using the Seven Injury Fist did I know that you were Zhang Mingchen's disciple."

As soon as these words came out, Shen Lang's whole body felt like he was struck by lightning.

"Wha...what! You...you are my master's master?" Shen Lang pointed at Master Xuanci with an expression as if he had seen a ghost.

"Exactly." Master Xuanci nodded slightly, stretched out his right hand, and in his palm there was a cold white air rotating at high speed, condensing into a snowflake-shaped ice fragment.

"This is the Snowflake Divine Palm..."

There was a huge wave in Shen Lang's heart. Zhang Mingchen taught him the Snowflake Palm, and the other party also knew the Snowflake Palm, which was enough to explain the problem.

He is truly the old man's master, his own master.

Master Xuanci’s realm is extraordinary and it should be impossible for him to lie to himself.

"Brother... I have met my master!" Shen Lang was about to get up when Master Xuanci stepped forward and helped him down.

"No need to worry about these red tapes." Master Xuanci shook his head.

Chu You'er was surprised for a long time, and then he hesitated: "It turns out that Master and Shen Lang have this kind of relationship..."

"I heard from Master that you have disappeared for a long time. Have you been practicing in this temple all these years?" Shen Lang asked hurriedly.

Zhang Mingchen's martial arts were all taught by his master, and then passed on to Shen Lang. The old man said that his master had disappeared for decades and was unexpectedly encountered by Shen Lang.

Master Xuanci shook his head and said: "For monks, practicing is the same everywhere, not to mention that there are few disputes in the world, and it is considered pure. Disciple, more than 20 years ago, when you were born, I briefly met you. Now that you have grown to this point, you have settled your worries as a teacher."

Shen Lang was startled again, his eyes widened, and he hurriedly asked: "Master, do you know my life experience?"

Master Xuanci shook his head and said, "I don't know. But I asked Zhang Mingchen to teach you martial arts because I was actually entrusted by someone."

"Master, is that person currently in retreat at Qingfeng Mountain?" Shen Lang asked.

"Yes, she is my junior sister." Master Xuanci nodded.

female? Shen Lang was a little surprised, but the old man didn't say whether he was a boy or a girl. The old man was entrusted by others to accept Shen Lang as his apprentice, who was Master Xuanci's junior sister.

"I no longer ask about the past in the world. Regarding your life experience, I'd better ask her face to face." Master Xuanci said.

Shen Lang nodded slightly, and felt that his life experience would be revealed sooner or later.

"Master, where is the man who injured me before?" Shen Lang asked quickly.

"That person has left long ago." Xuanci shook his head slightly.

Shen Lang said gratefully: "Thank you, Master, for saving your life!"

If it weren't for Xuanci, Shen Lang would have been slapped to death by Ximen Qing.

Shen Lang was also glad that his master had let Ximen Qing go. If the Yin and Yang Sect knew that he was the disciple of a master in transformation, they would not have dared to trouble him. (To be continued)