Shen Lang's cultivation level can be seen at a glance. How big a storm can a yellow-haired child in the early stage of human immortals cause?

Since Wuzang can drive ten drought-ba corpses, it is definitely not something that a monk in the early stage of human immortals can deal with.

When he heard this, Shen Lang's face suddenly sank, and he said with a blank expression: "Whether you believe it or not, the black-robed monk named Wu Zang was indeed dead. Senior, you have also seen that the ten drought-bahn corpses have been abandoned by him. If he had not had the worries of life, he would definitely not have done such a way to abandon the car and protect the general!"

"Boy, you have nothing to say. How do you prove that Wu Zang is dead?" Yang He asked with a bad expression.

Shen Lang felt a little annoyed and said patiently: "Wu Zang jumped into the thunder pool before, and this white girl also witnessed it with her own eyes. Since she fell into the thunder pool, how could she have a life!"

In his words, Shen Lang did not reveal the secret of the underground palace. He only hoped that the Tengyun Formation in the "Nanling Altar" was his own secret and did not want to be exposed to others.

If I encounter strong enemies in Meishan in the future, I still have a way out and can escape outside Meishan.

Bai Weiwei also spoke to Shen Lang: "Master Yang He, what fellow Taoist Chen said is not a false statement. The little woman did see Wu Zang jumping into the thunder pool with her own eyes, so you don't have to doubt him."

"Yes, Master Yang, I don't think there is any need to make things difficult for a junior."

"No matter whether this kid is saying true or false, it is true that the other party saved my disciple from the Seven Saint Palace."

"Yes, just investigate the matter of Wuzang clearly. The master of the hall doesn't have to be too tough."

Several elders felt that Yang He was overreacting and couldn't help but persuade him.

Yang He is a little narrow-minded and likes to keep an eye on something. This is carved from the same mold as his son Yang Wei.

After the elders of the audience said this, Yang He was also a little annoyed. Just as he was about to speak, Yuan Fei, who had been in a coma, suddenly woke up.

"hiss!"

Yuan Fei held his head, and a violent stinging pain came from his brain, which made him grin.

"Fei'er, how do you feel?" Yang He stepped forward and asked.

"Uncle Yang He? What happened...this is happening?"

Yuan Fei looked at Yang He, then looked at the team of monks from the Seven Saint Palace behind him, with a blank look on his eyes.

"Fei'er, you haven't heard from me for too long. In addition, several spies have been found in the sect these days. Brother is worried that the situation will change, so I asked me to send more people to support you!" Yang He said in a deep voice.

It is said to be support, but it is actually rescue.

Yuan Tianzong guessed that his unscrupulous son had messed up the matter, so he simply sent Yang He to lead some of the main cultivators of the sect to the Holy Spirit Mountains to rescue him.

When Yuan Fei's heart was destroyed by the people he brought, he learned that he had brought all the troops except Bai Weiwei.

This is really a scam! If my father knew that the monks he brought out were wiped out, he would definitely be furious and he would completely lose the opportunity to obtain the inheritance of the ancestor.

"Fei'er, tell my uncle what happened." Yang He frowned.

"this……"

Yuan Fei scratched his ears and his face suddenly felt humiliated and felt a little difficult to speak of.

Seeing that Yuan Fei could not say two words for a long time, Bai Weiwei snorted coldly and said, "Yuan Fei, let me come and help you recall it. The previous team of monks in the Seven Saint Palace was wiped out, you were captured alive by Wu Zang, unconscious! It was this monk who saved you and me and repelled Wu Zang."

After saying that, Bai Weiwei pointed to Shen Lang beside her.

Yuan Fei looked up at Shen Lang, looking astonished: "What are you kidding? How powerful is Wu Zang? How could he be able to repel a young boy in the early stage of the human immortal?"

Bai Weiwei frowned: "Why do I need to lie to you?"

She told Yuan Fei again what happened.

Yuan Fei was a little unbelievable. He always thought that it was Yang He who saved his life, but he didn't expect that there was someone else.

If the credit for killing Wu Zang is counted on the head of a garbage monk in the early stage of the human immortal whom he didn't know at all, Yuan Fei would never accept it!

Yuan Fei's eyes turned and he immediately had an idea.

It just so happened that Wu Zang was dead and he could take the credit for himself, which could also eliminate his father's anger.

"Bai Weiwei, I know that you don't like me in normal times, so why do you make up these lies to deceive Uncle Yang He! Wu Zang is clearly because I was injured and dying. This kid just picked up a bargain for a while, so why bother exaggerating his ability?" Yuan Fei said sarcastically.

"You! Yuan Fei, can you be more shameful? If Shen Lang hadn't been for the timely treatment, you would have died long ago! How dare you say that Wu Zang was injured and dying?"

Bai Weiwei was so angry that her breasts were up and down, and her breathing was not smooth. She didn't expect that Yuan Fei would be so shameless and even said such words.

"You...how can you do this? My senior brother kindly saved your life. Just forget about the fact that fellow Taoist didn't say a word of thanks, but he still sarcastically. This is really..."

Even Xia Shan'er, who is gentle, can't stand it anymore, and bit her thin lips lightly, revealing a hint of indignation on her pretty face.

"Forget Shan'er, don't be as knowledgeable as this hypocritical person, let's go!"

Shen Lang felt disgusted in his heart, and took Xia Shan'er's little hand and prepared to leave.

"Slow down!"

Yuan Fei stepped forward to stop Shen Lang and said contemptuously: "Have you let me go? The Holy Spirit Mountains have been ordered to be closed by the young master. How did you two sneak in? What's the purpose? Let me tell you the truth!"

Bai Weiwei shouted, "Yuan Fei, you ungrateful bastard, is there anyone who treats your life-saving benefactor like this?"

Yuan Fei couldn't bear to lose this face and said in anger: "Bai Weiwei, you stupid woman must have been deceived. How could that old guy Wuzang commit suicide? There must be something strange about this! Come on, quickly capture the man and woman for this young master! After finding out the truth, decide whether to let it go."

"yes!"

Two high-level disciples from the Seven Saint Palace in the middle stage of the human immortals were about to step forward to capture Shen Lang and Xia Shan'er alive.

"roll!"

Shen Lang was furious and a huge black thunder dragon suddenly rushed out from behind.

"roar!"

The black thunder dragon let out a furious dragon roar, opened its teeth and claws, and retreated. He was about to step forward and capture him and Xia Shan'er's two disciples.

There was an uproar in the crowd, and Yang He and several elders of the Seven Saint Palace also showed a hint of shock. This kid is indeed capable of emitting such a powerful thunder power in an instant.

Yuan Fei was furious: "Do you dare to disobey this young master?"

Shen Lang smiled grimly and said, "What bullshit young master? Shen has kindly saved you. Not only did you not feel grateful at all, you also poured dirty water on my head. It's really blind to save you!"

"Yellow-haired boy, you kept saying that you saved me, but with your cultivation level, you can still compete with Wu Zang? Don't laugh at me as a young master! You don't have to touch me like this."

Yuan Fei looked disdainful.

Shen Lang was furious: "Wuzang is just a peak immortal monk. You can just find a monk from the same realm to compete with me. It will never be my enemy of three moves!"
Chapter completed!