Making Great Fortune Overnight

They mourned for Xiaoquan Wuzheng.    

Everyone was sad, and Yeyuan Meiya even started to sing the most sad song of the Japanese.    

It was sad and miserable. She no longer had the arrogance she had when she saw the martial arts of China as nothing.    

Shen Qingshan and Zuo Chenbing also stood there stupidly. They had never thought that things would end like this.    

It was as if Qin Lang was not afraid of anything.    

Even though there were millions of people, they would still follow him.    

Just as Shen Qingshan's face turned ashen and he was at a loss, Yeyuan Meiya, who was singing a sad song among the Japanese disciples, suddenly became hysterical.    

"Kill Qin Lang! Avenge Mr. Little Spring!"    

She shouted out the stupidest call, because they should have witnessed Qin Lang's power with their own eyes.    

The disciple of Little Spring lost his normal judgment. With a swoosh, he surrounded Qin Lang. Sword light flashed, and his killing intent was fierce. He wanted to fight to the death with Qin Lang.    

"You want to die?" Qin Lang's face turned cold, and Qin Lang's face turned cold. He threw a punch from afar. Invisible ripples shook in the void, leaving a long white trail in the air. The chest of one of the Japanese warriors who had rushed up first was shattered by the invisible force, and he was sent flying backwards. He died instantly before he even landed on the ground.    

Then, with a backhand punch, he knocked over the Little Spring disciple who was attacking him from behind.    

Without stopping, a white scar shot out through the air, directly piercing through two enemies.    

In the blink of an eye, four Japanese warriors were dyed in blood and died.    

The other enemies instinctively retreated. They were furious and hostile, but they didn't dare to act rashly.    

Seeing the four Japanese warriors fall to the ground, Shen Qingshan reacted and shouted angrily, "Qin Lang, you still dare to kill people?"    

"You made mistakes again and again, do you really want to walk the dark path?"    

He was very angry. "Why aren't you surrendering?"    

Zuo Chenbing fanned the flames and shouted, "Qin Lang, you are not putting Mr. Shen and the Martial Arts Association in your eyes."    

"Do you know what the Martial Association is?"    

"It is an organization that focuses on contacting the secular Martial Alliance and the hidden sects. It represents the will and authority of Huaxia's martial arts."    

"You don't give Mr. Shen any face, and you even caused this matter to go out of control. You have seriously hurt the relationship between the two parties, and you have offended all the peace-loving warriors in Huaxia."    

He stimulated Qin Lang's nerves. "You will be punished by everyone."    

Zuo Chenbing roared like this, but he had some kind of fear towards Qin Lang. He was like a mad dog that was not willing to give up.    

"Haha, you are just an ant." Qin Lang laughed.    

"Qin Lang, go to hell!"    

"Argh!"    

Yeyuan Meiya saw that her companion did not dare to go forward. She screamed and grabbed a katana and rushed over.    

Ju He Chop! The blade light was like a waterfall as the Milky Way descended from the nine heavens. It brazenly hacked down and forcefully attacked Qin Lang.    

It was a full powered strike.    

Qin Lang's eyes turned cold. At this moment, Qin Lang's true qi had been exhausted, and he could no longer use his qi to kill people like before.    

However, his power was still shocking to the extreme.    

He stretched out his finger and casually flicked it.    

With a crisp sound, Yeyuan Meiya's body shook and she fell along with the knife. Blood flowed from the corner of her mouth.    

The samurai knife could not be grasped and fell from her palm.    

"Too powerful."    

Yeyuan Meiya was shocked in her heart. Only she knew how much strength she had used in that strike just now, but she could not even block Qin Lang's sword.    

A few Japanese subconsciously shouted, "Mei Miao!"    

"Huh?    

" He's not dead?! "    

Qin Lang's face revealed a touch of surprise, as if he did not expect Yeyuan Meiya to be able to block his attack.    

Then, with a shake of his wrist, he rushed towards Yeyuan Meiya.    

If one strike didn't kill him, then two strikes.    

Seeing this, Yeyuan Meiya had a look of despair. She was already exhausted and hadn't had the time to react. How could she defend against Qin Lang's second attack?    

"Dang! Just as Yeyuan Meiya closed her eyes and waited for death, a bright blade light flashed and blocked Qin Lang's path.    

Then, a short and fat figure appeared.    

Zuoteng Sanlang.    

This senior martial artist held a katana and stood diagonally in front of Yeyuan Meiya.    

He stared at Qin Lang with hatred. "Qin Lang, are you going to kill us all?"    

Qin Lang's tone was indifferent. "A fair fight. If you lose, you won't admit it. You even got angry and attacked me. Now you are accusing me of killing you."    

"If you are not blind, you should know that Yeyuan Meiya and the others attacked first."    

Zuoteng Sanlang shouted, "Mei Miao is Mr. Little Spring's beloved disciple. You killed Mr. Little Spring. They have a deep relationship between master and disciple. It is reasonable for them to attack you."    

Shen Qingshan and his female companions also sneered at Qin Lang. That's right, with the death of Little Spring, it was only natural for Mei Qing to take revenge. How could they blame him for attacking first?    

"If it is reasonable, then you can kill me?"    

Qin Lang snorted. "Besides, their master-disciple relationship is deep. What does it have to do with me?"    

As soon as he finished speaking, Qin Lang shook his wrist. His killing intent instantly locked onto Zuoteng Sanlang.    

Qin Lang was unarmed. He had always been unarmed.    

Just now, he still had an endless amount of true qi, just like a god among men. Now, he didn't use much true qi, but Qin Lang was even more confident.    

Although there were millions of people, even if he did not use the Genuine Essence now, he would not be at the mercy of others like before.    

Mid Divine Stage was truly amazing.    

Zuoteng Sanlang saw Qin Lang looking at him, and his expression changed slightly. A trace of fear rose in his heart, and he subconsciously raised his saber to defend himself.    

At this moment, Qin Lang suddenly kicked with his leg, and a broken samurai sword flew out.    

"Plop!" The sword pierced through.    

Blood gushed out.    

Yeyuan Meiya, who had just managed to stand up, trembled. Then, she screamed and fell to the ground.    

She covered her throat with one hand but was unable to block the blood at all.    

She stared at Qin Lang and struggled to squeeze out two words.    

"Baka..."    

Very quickly, she fell to the ground without moving. Her beautiful eyes were filled with endless grief and indignation.    

The expressions of all the Japanese changed.    

Zuoteng Sanlang was even crazier now. "Baka, baka, baka!"    

The other party killed Mei Cai effortlessly in his hands. This was the first time he felt so useless, like a scarecrow who was putting on an act.    

Shen Qingshan felt as if he had fallen into a bottomless abyss. The matter was getting bigger and bigger, and he could no longer explain it to the Japanese.    

Qin Lang, even if you are a God of Martial Arts, can you defeat thousands of soldiers, can you defeat airplanes and cannons, and can defeat the connections that I, Shen Qingshan, have been managing for twenty years?    

You really don't know what you are talking about, and don't know how deep you are!    

In Shen Qingshan's opinion, Qin Lang showing off his abilities had already violated the taboo of martial arts. Only by obediently dying would he be able to account for all the troubles that he had caused.    

Even now, he was deeply afraid of Qin Lang. A wave of fear was lingering in his heart.    

He couldn't help but shout, "Qin Lang, if you want to die, then so be it. I originally wanted to leave your corpse intact, but now I don't have the chance anymore."    

Qin Lang couldn't be bothered with this legendary figure. He looked at Zuoteng Sanlang and said, "Move aside, or you will die."    

As he spoke, he slowly walked towards Zuoteng Sanlang. He walked towards the Japanese warriors, who were all holding swords and swords, and their eyes were filled with fear and alarm. Their expressions were extremely calm.    

The warriors were filled with grief and anger, but they could only passively defend. They didn't dare to attack recklessly.    

However, Zuo Chenbing had already seen through the clues. He roared, "Quickly kill him! Kill Qin Lang! He is already at the end of his flight. He cannot continue to fight!"