Young man, please stay

Chapter 57 The explosive Tianshan Senior Sister (Part ) (complementing the previous update)
  "I don't know this..."

Just as one of them was about to hand over his hand, the drunken young master directly scolded:
  "Where are you from? Who are you calling crazy?"

"..."

Qin Lang ignored him for the time being, but walked to the side, squatted down, and stretched out his hand towards the little girl who was still lying on the ground.

Oddly enough, the little girl didn't know whether she was a little dazed or too calm. Ever since she tripped to the ground, she had been staring at the people in front of her quietly without speaking.

It wasn't until Qin Lang stretched out his hand to help her up that the little girl finally blinked her big eyes. When she turned her attention to Qin Lang, she was stunned for a moment, and then her thin lips seemed to pucker up. The smile flashed past.

Then, a petite figure of about twelve or thirteen years old grabbed Qin Lang's palm with one hand, patted the dust on his body with the other, and slowly stood up.

Qin Lang realized belatedly that this was actually a very beautiful little girl.

The dust could not cover up her extraordinarily delicate facial features, and her figure was full of softness and symmetry that was rare among people of her age. Her watery black hair flowed around her slender waist, and her gray and rough skirt reached her knees, revealing a slender section. Smooth calves.

Although her body was a little sloppy due to wrestling, the pair of off-white embroidered shoes under her feet were clean and protected, which matched her equally white and delicate ankles.

"Thank you~" she said, her childish voice carrying a delicate sweetness.

"It's okay." Qin Lang smiled, looked at the candied haws covered in dust on the ground, and couldn't help but sigh.

According to the records of "Inner Demon Record", if something like being knocked off a candied haws of apple had happened to the senior sister, the three disciples in the building outside the building in front of me would probably have been crippled even if they were not dead...

In this case, it is reasonable for Qin Lang, as his junior brother, to inherit his senior sister's will and take care of the person who knocked down the girl's candied haws on his behalf, right?
  As for their verbal insults to Ningxiang Hall and Tianhe Sect, they were naturally dealt with together.

So, when Qin Lang turned around and faced the three Louwailou disciples again, he had already taken out the thirteen-section steel whip in his hand.

"You... what are you doing!"

"How presumptuous! We are disciples of Louwailou!"

Sensing Qin Lang's hostility, the young master sobered up instantly, while the remaining two people whispered to each other.

"Senior brother...this boy is not afraid at all. Could it be that he is also a member of the Twelve Schools...?"

"That shouldn't be the case. Even if we are from the Twelve Sects, no one would dare to disturb us..."

"Is he from Ningxiang Pavilion?"

"Fart! Ningxiang Pavilion belongs to Tianhe Sect, where did the man come from?"

"That's right..."

……

call--!
  It was too late and then it was too late. Without any more nonsense with the person in front of him, the steel whip jacket in Qin Lang's hand had already gone straight to the drunken young master.

The young master was not really a weak scholar. He was shocked when he saw this but did not panic. He raised the folding fan in his hand to block it.

clang--!
  The hard whip made of iron and wood collided with the upper plate of the wooden folding fan, making a crisp sound. The young master's arm actually only sank slightly, resisting Qin Lang's arrogant blow.

Are you good at internal strength...

Qin Lang knew what he was doing. In the past, he might have been worried that he wouldn't be able to deal with masters of internal strength.

But now, Qin Lang, who has practiced the best mental technique in the world, is a master of internal power.

At the same time, coupled with his excellent external skills, Qin Lang's current strength, if he wanted to compare it, he would have no problem beating at least three seventh brothers.

As for the strength of the man in front of him, Qin Lang estimated that he was only half a seventh brother.

So, after being blocked by the folding fan, Qin Lang followed up with another confident sweep.

Whoa-!
  The young master hurriedly opened the folding fan and wrapped the front end of Qin Lang's steel whip with the elastic fan bones. He used his internal energy to dissipate the force in the direction of Qin Lang's sweep. Then he waved the folding fan along the direction. The edge of the fan was like a knife, whirling in the air. Two piercing sounds were made from the wave.

Two seemingly random strikes, but the first strike was slightly off-center, cutting an obvious knife mark on the stone steps in front of the martial arts hall, which made the martial arts gym owner shocked for a moment.

The second blow, with the same sharp energy, struck Qin Lang's face fiercely.

"Well, the internal strength is indeed good."

"?"

However, a sincere whisper fell into the young master's ears. Before he could be shocked, Qin Lang raised his left arm and grabbed the opponent's sharp fan with his palm.

"Wha...what?!"

The young master was shocked. He saw that there were no wounds on the surface of Qin Lang's palms, nor did he show any signs of pain or trembling. He just wondered whether this guy was a monster with both internal and external skills.

Whoa-!
  The young master immediately put away his folding fan and started fighting Qin Lang again as a short-sighted soldier. With a few body movements and a series of clanking collisions, even though he had mobilized all his internal strength to resist, the young master's hand was soon blocked by the force. The powerful and heavy steel whip was numb with shock, and in the end, there was only a "bang" sound, and without any suspense, Qin Lang hit the abdomen with the whip, and flew backwards with his body arched.

"You...you dare..."

With his breath blocked and blood stuck in his throat, the Young Master was really speechless. He wanted to ask the other two for help, but when he turned around, he saw the two companions were stunned in place, with their brows furrowed, looking as if they had seen a ghost, looking at each other intently. He looked at the girl who had just gotten off a carriage across the street not far away. “Tian…Tianhe Sect?!”

The young master who fell on the ground recognized the logo on the motorcade first, and then looked at the girl with a sneer, his heart trembled.

The leader of Tianhe Sect appears and disappears...

Nowadays, people can still travel with this style within the sect... Could it be...

"Excuse me, who was it that called the witch just now?"

"Yes Yes…"

boom!
  boom!
  The girl was very polite, but before the young master’s companions had time to betray their teammates, two invisible palm shadows had already hit her chest. The severe shock and pain were accompanied by the impact of the chaotic breath that alternated between hot and cold, making the two On the spot, he lay on the ground even more stiffly than Young Master, unable to move except for breathing.

Two official officers who had heard the news from a distance came over. They were about to shout, but when they saw the sign of the carriage convoy next to them, they immediately changed the direction and continued patrolling.

"It's true that a bitch has a mean life..."

Nan Lingyue glanced at the three Louwailou disciples lying on the ground, then nodded to Qin Lang and returned to the carriage.

Qin Lang was originally ready to go back, but when he turned around, his body was pulled by a gentle force.

Sumire...?
  After someone's figure flashed in his mind reflexively, Qin Lang shook his head and turned his face to see clearly that it was the little girl who stretched out her white and tender little hands and grabbed the corner of his clothes.

"Brother~"

"Brother...me?"

Qin Lang was a little stunned by the little girl's sweet name.

"Can you...squat down a little more?"

There was a hint of playfulness in the little girl's clear eyes. Qin Lang looked at this extraordinarily beautiful beauty and didn't think much about it. After squatting down, he felt a soft and moist feeling on his face.

"Why are you kissing me?"

Qin Lang rubbed the little girl's head in a funny way, while the other girl blinked with a blushing face:

"What's your name?"

"Qin Lang."

"Thank you, brother Qin Lang~"

"alright."

Qin Lang smiled and didn't take it seriously, but he didn't know that the ball in his arms suddenly jumped out of his arms at this moment. His whole body was covered with hair, and he was hunched over and staring at the little girl in front of him.

"Meow—!"

"Tuan Tuan, what's wrong? Don't be like this, you're scaring people."

……

Qin Lang frowned and tried to persuade the little she-cat, but he didn't know that at this time, in a cave far away in the Tianshan Mountains, a certain woman was standing on a stone lotus platform. On her beautiful face, a pair of cold eyes flashed with sapphire blue light. Dizzy, her waist-length green hair was frizzy like a little female cat.

On the Jingzhou side, the pretty little girl trotted over in a hurry, and for some reason, she obediently picked up the ball of hair on the ground into her arms.

"Kitty cat~"

"Meow...!"

"Be good, be good..."

She seemed to be completely immune to Tuantuan's irritability at this time, and just started playing with the kitten. Then, from an angle that Qin Lang couldn't see, a slightly seductive cunning that was completely inappropriate for her age flashed in her eyes:
  "...Hey, Mu Xuanli...you're watching right now...?"

"Meow…"

"...I didn't expect that the aura related to you before came from such a handsome young man..."

"..."

"...Well...let me guess, he was raised by you..."

"Meow..."

"...If so, thank you very much~...Your Qin Lang...I will accept it~...Hehe~"

"Meow——!!!"

(End of this chapter)