Godly Dragon Guard

Of course, in Wanrong's heart, he felt that one of his legs could not be measured by money.

Gao Jie on the side worried that Shen Lang would conflict with Wan Rong, he hurriedly said: "Senior Wan, don't get me wrong. I have discussed the treatment fee with Mr. Shen before."

Wan Rong frowned and said, "Are your Gao family idiots? Just so easily handed over three billion dollars to a little-known yellow-haired boy?"

Shen Lang's face suddenly became gloomy, and Wan Rong made him very upset.

Gao Wenjun also felt that the atmosphere was a bit wrong, and hurriedly said: "Three billion dollars is not expensive to cure the legs of 10,000 seniors."

Upon hearing these words, Wan Rong looked a little better. He looked at Shen Lang a few times and said: "Boy, you can see me today, and it's your chance. I think you have a good foundation, I can accept it. You are a disciple."

There was a trace of envy on Gao Wenjun's face, he knew Wanrong's strength very well, and he also knew that Wanrong was a master of the hermit sect.

Shen Lang shrugged. He didn't want Gao Jie to be embarrassed, otherwise he would want to break Wan Rong's right leg after he had just been cured. Shen Lang was too lazy to pay attention to Wanrong, yelling: "I don't need treatment fees. As for your apprentice, you are also qualified?"

Wan Rong was very upset to see Shen Lang not giving face. This kid is a little unhappy when he can do some medical skills.

Wan Rong felt that Shen Lang might not know his capabilities yet.

Wan Rong snorted coldly: "Boy, do you know what it means to be my disciple?"

Shen Lang glanced at Wan Rong with a gloomy look, and sneered: "What does it mean to me and what's up? It's up to Mr. Gao's face to help you treat your legs, so don't bother me again."

Seeing Shen Lang daring to yell at Wan Rong, Gao Jie was shocked. He hurriedly smiled at Wan Rong Xiao: "Senior Wan, although Mr. Shen is a genius doctor, he is still young and vigorous. Don't take it seriously. Please Don't be insightful with him."

"Humph!"

Wan Rong snorted disdainfully, his face a little gloomy.

In the duny world, he has never been confronted so much before, let alone Shen Lang is still a yellow-haired boy?

Wan Rong only saw Shen Lang's superb medical skills, and thought that it would be useful to keep this kid by his side, so he thought of accepting him as a disciple. Unexpectedly, this kid was shameless.

Shen Lang was extremely upset in his heart, suppressing his anger secretly, too lazy to pay attention to Wanrong, turned his head and left.

Wan Rong said coldly: "Boy, to tell you the truth, I am the number one master of the Kunlun Mountain Iron Palm Gang. If it weren't for me to think that your medical skills are still useful for me, how would I look at you? Well, I don't want to use strong."

Shen Lang sneered secretly in his heart, he had never heard of Iron Palms help, but Wan Rong dared to threaten himself, that would be embarrassing. He stared at Wanrong and sneered: "I want to see how you want to use it?"

Seeing Shen Lang's whole body cold, his aura suddenly increased.

Wan Rong suddenly felt that he and Shen Lang had switched roles. He felt that Shen Lang was stronger than himself, and he couldn't help but jump in his heart.

But soon, Wan Rong was relieved, Shen Lang's aura was weak, he shouldn't be a powerful character, perhaps just a low-level martial artist from the Qiqi Period.

In terms of stepping back ten thousand steps, even if Shen Lang came from Kunlun Mountain or Qingfeng Mountain, Wanrong was not afraid of it.

Because he felt that he had already reported his family just now, but the expression on Shen Lang's face hadn't changed much. This shows that Shen Lang hadn't even heard of the Iron Palm Gang, one of the eight sects, and he was definitely not from a powerful family sect. .

Adding to the fact that Shen Lang is so young, Wan Rong guessed that it might be because of some medical books that Shen Lang occasionally got, so that his medical skills could be so high.

Wan Rong smiled and said, "Boy, since you question my strength, please keep your eyes open and take a good look."

After speaking, Wan Rong stood up and patted a large tree beside the courtyard with a palm.

"boom!"

With a heavy muffled sound, the big tree half-armed was pierced by a palm, sawdust flew, the trunk folded down from the middle, and crashed to the ground.

Gao Jie and Gao Wenjun were shocked when they saw this scene.

Real Nima is a master! This is too awesome!

Wan Rong showed a triumphant expression, his iron palm had already been practiced, and he was extremely satisfied with the power of his palm.

He glanced at Shen Lang, thinking that your kid's heart was already shaking!

But what surprised Wan Rong was that Shen Lang didn't seem to see his performance, and sneered: "I didn't want to collect money. Since you are still here, I won't give Mr. Gao any more face. You pay, three billion dollars, don’t miss a cent."

"What are you talking about!" Wan Rong was taken aback. He felt that Shen Lang was simply tired of life. Not only was this kid not afraid, but he dared to ask him for money?

Gao Jie quickly grabbed Wanrong and said in a panic: "Senior Wan, calm down! Please give me a face..."

Wan Rong glared at Gao Jie and shouted coldly: "Get out of the way, otherwise don't blame me for being ruthless."

Shen Lang pulled Gao Jie aside, stepped forward and said to Wan Rong, "Then stop talking nonsense, I cured your leg, do you plan to pay for it?"

"Want me to pay?" Wan Rong laughed, his face shuddered, he touched his trouser pocket, took out two one-yuan coins, and threw them in front of Shen Lang with a sneer: "take it."

The corners of Shen Lang's mouth twitched, he naturally did not pick up the coins on the ground, but slowly walked towards Wanrong, and said lightly: "It's not that anyone can mess with me."

"You're looking for death!" Seeing Shen Lang's arrogant words, Wan Rong suddenly jumped into a rage, he decided to teach Shen Lang an unforgettable lesson.

Even though Wan Rong Dang showed his housekeeping skills, he patted Shen Lang's shoulder with an iron palm.

Shen Lang did not evade, let this type of iron sand palm line up on him.

"Boom!"

With a muffled sound, Wan Rong's mouth showed a trace of contempt.

At first, he thought that Shen Lang had a few shots, and he was even prepared to lose the palm of his hand. He didn't expect that Shen Lang would hit himself so easily. His own iron palm can shatter tendons and bones.

Gao Jie and Gao Wenjun were also taken aback. After that, Shen Lang is going to explain here.

Especially Gao Jie, he felt that he had harmed Shen Lang.

Soon, Wan Rong felt that something was wrong, and Shen Lang didn't have a trace of pain on his face, as if his palm had no effect on him.

Shen Lang sneered, and his right gesture grabbed Wan Rong's right leg like lightning. Wan Rong wanted to withdraw his right leg, only to find that Shen Lang's wrist was like steel and iron bones, firmly gripping him. Right leg.