Kryptonian cultivation, invincibility starts from opening the Demon Suppression Tower

Shen Lang frowned slightly, and his eyes slowly moved to Murong Qing'er beside him.

In his mind, the scene where Murong Qing'er had saved him appeared. At that time, her eyes were full of sincerity and kindness, which was completely different from the terrified look now.

Shen Lang sighed in his heart, and after all, he still remembered her life-saving grace.

He waved his hand and said in a slightly flat tone: "Forget it, you go. But remember, Zhang Yuanshan, if you dare to do evil again, I will never forgive you."

Zhang Yuanshan hurriedly nodded and said: "Yes, yes, Mr. Shen, don't worry, I will never dare to do it again."

After that, he hurriedly pulled Murong Qing'er to leave.

Murong Qing'er's steps were still a little staggering at this time, and her face was still frightened.

Looking at their gradually receding backs, Shen Lang's eyes became a little deep.

He knew that if he let Zhang Yuanshan go today, there might be trouble in the future, but he also believed that after this lesson, Zhang Yuanshan should be restrained.

If they are so presumptuous again in the future, he will never show mercy!

Shen Lang took a deep breath, carefully put the sword order of Tianshan Sword Sect into his arms, turned around and walked in another direction.

Shen Lang dragged his slightly tired body and slowly returned home.

His face was a little pale, and there were several tears and bloodstains on his clothes.

After entering the house, he gently closed the door, walked to a quiet corner of the house, sat cross-legged, and began to meditate and heal his wounds.

He closed his eyes, adjusted his breathing, and let his mind gradually calm down.

The true energy in his body began to flow slowly, trying to repair the injured meridians and body.

However, just as Shen Lang devoted himself to healing, he suddenly noticed something wrong.

The air around him seemed to be a little strange, and there was a faint sound of footsteps and fluttering clothes.

Shen Lang suddenly opened his eyes, and a trace of alertness flashed in his eyes.

He stood up quickly without hesitation, not caring about the injuries that had not yet been fully healed. He jumped out of the window at a very fast speed and rushed away.

His figure was like a ghost, shuttling through the streets and alleys, and disappeared in the vast night in the blink of an eye.

And just after he left, a group of people in black appeared at his door like ghosts. They looked at the empty house with annoyance and unwillingness on their faces, cursing in a low voice, and then quickly disappeared into the darkness.

Shen Lang stopped on a roof in the distance, looked back at the direction of his home, and secretly thanked himself for his alertness.

It seems that those people were sent by Zhang Yuanshan.

Could it be that because he accepted the sword order, he now regretted it and wanted to take it back?

What is the purpose of this sword order that Zhang Yuanshan dared to offend him so recklessly?

On the way to hurry, Shen Lang was a little tired. Seeing an ancient teahouse in front of him, he decided to rest for a while.

He walked into the teahouse slowly, found a quiet corner to sit down, asked for a cup of tea, took a sip gently, and the warm feeling spread in his mouth, soothing his tense nerves.

There were several guests sitting at the next table, chatting enthusiastically.

Their voices were neither loud nor soft, but they could just reach Shen Lang's ears.

Only one of them said: "Have you heard about it? The hottest thing in the martial arts world recently is the sword order of the Tianshan Sword Sect."

Others responded one after another: "Yes, yes, I heard about it. It seems to be very great."

"That's right. I heard that as long as you take the exam with the sword order, once you pass, you can directly become a disciple of the Tianshan Sword Sect."

"Oh, that's really a great opportunity. It would be great if I could get a sword order."

When Shen Lang heard this, his heart was moved.

He subconsciously touched the Tianshan Sword Sect sword order he got from Zhang Yuanshan in his arms, and his eyes became more and more profound.

Originally, he didn't care too much about the use of this sword order, just thinking that it might play a role at a critical moment, but now that he heard these people talking, he really realized the importance and value of this sword order.

Shen Lang thought silently, and gradually made a decision in his heart.

He knew that in this martial arts world, if he wanted to achieve higher achievements, he must constantly improve his strength.

As a famous sect in the martial arts world, the Tianshan Sword Sect must have many profound martial arts and cultivation methods.

If you can become a disciple, it will definitely be of great benefit to your cultivation.

Thinking of this, Shen Lang tightly grasped the teacup in his hand, with a determined light in his eyes. He has decided to take the exam with this sword order and strive to enter the Tianshan Sword Sect for cultivation.

He has not forgotten the one-year agreement with the tower spirit.

This sword order turned out to be such a rare and important thing, no wonder Zhang Yuanshan did not give up.

With a firm determination, Shen Lang embarked on the road to the Tianshan Sword Sect.

The scenery changed along the way.

As he walked, a group of figures suddenly appeared on the road ahead. When he got closer, Shen Lang's eyes instantly became sharp. It turned out to be Zhang Yuanshan.

Zhang Yuanshan stood there with a gloomy face, beside him was Murong Qing'er, and behind them, there was a group of killers exuding a chilling breath.

These killers had expressionless faces, and their eyes revealed coldness and ruthlessness. They held sharp blades in their hands and surrounded Shen Lang.

Zhang Yuanshan stared at Shen Lang fiercely, gritting his teeth and saying: "Shen Lang, do you think you can escape? I, Zhang Yuanshan, am not someone who will give up so easily!"

Murong Qing'er looked at Shen Lang with contempt, with a mocking smile on her lips.

She said sharply: "Humph, Shen Lang, you are so naive, thinking that you can be safe after taking the sword order? Brother Zhang spent a huge price to take back the sword order, and invited these assassins who are much higher than you. Today is your death!"

Shen Lang looked at them, without fear in his heart, but snorted coldly: "Zhang Yuanshan, you are really unwilling to give up. For a sword order, you actually went to such great lengths!"

He swept his eyes over the assassins, secretly estimating the difference in strength between the two sides.

At this time, the air seemed to solidify, and the tense atmosphere permeated the surroundings. A fierce battle seemed to be about to break out.

Shen Lang showed no fear, straightened his back, stared at Zhang Yuanshan, Murong Qing'er and others with a sharp gaze, and sneered: "Zhang Yuanshan, do you think you can stop me with these people? It's ridiculous."

Zhang Yuanshan's face became more gloomy, and he roared: "Shen Lang, today I will make you pay the price for taking the sword order!"

After that, he waved his hand, and the group of assassins slowly approached.

Murong Qing'er folded her hands in front of her chest, still with that mocking expression, and said proudly: "Shen Lang, don't be so stubborn, these assassins are all carefully selected masters, you can't escape."

Shen Lang's mouth corners slightly raised, and a trace of disdain flashed in his eyes: "Really? Then I want to see how capable they are."