Urban Hidden Dragon

Ma Fuyin looked at the soul ship disappearing under the water in the distance.

He smiled bitterly and shook his head, "I'm not sure what the high priest meant."

Zhen Yourong wanted to speak angrily, but Ma Sitong quickly reached out to cover her up.

"Stop talking nonsense!"

"Humph!"

Zhen Yourong proudly put her hands on her hips and turned her head away.

The soul ship goes down the river

This canyon is more than ten miles long.

Follow along and go inside.

The buildings on both sides are even more primitive.

From time to time you can still see that kind of stone sculpture.

Finally, the soul ship stopped at the edge of a huge square.

Zhen Yourong helped Wang Han get off the soul ship.

What comes into view is a huge square paved with gravel.

It is about one mile in radius and can accommodate many people.

In the middle is a bronze altar more than ten meters high.

The bronze altar is divided into four levels.

The bottom is a beast-shaped base, above which is a standing human seat, and above that is a mountain-shaped seat and a square bucket-shaped top.

Exquisite workmanship, simple and elegant.

The patina on it seems to tell stories eroded by the torrent of time.

Wang Han took a quick glance and realized that this thing was definitely a bit old.

Across the square, there is an upward staircase.

At the top, you can vaguely see a hall made of huge stones.

After countless years, it has been dormant here, quietly observing everyone.

There were dozens of people standing outside the main hall, all whispering something.

After seeing Ma Fuyin coming, bringing a stranger with him, many people frowned. Some even openly pointed at Wang Han and asked each other if they were from their village. After getting the conclusion, they frowned. Deeper.

"Abba!" Zhen Yourong waved to a chubby man who was chatting with someone.

The man looked over and just nodded. When he saw Zhen Yourong standing with an unknown man, he frowned and walked over.

"Which village is this from? Why does it look so unfamiliar?" Zhen Yuanshan asked.

Zhen Yourong explained, "This is the person Sitong saved on the road when he came back. He had an eye problem. Grandpa Liu said that the high priest had a way to cure it."

Unexpectedly, Zhen Yuanshan turned around and glanced at Ma Fuyin with his peripheral vision, lowering his voice and reminding, "Old Ma, are you confused too if the child is confused? Don't you know the rules here? Ever since those two lunatics came here and caused a scene. , The high priest is very emotionally unstable right now, you brought a stranger here, aren’t you just looking for trouble?”

Ma Fuyin smiled and said, "The high priest also said that since we need to establish contact with people outside, there will definitely be many foreigners coming to us in the future. It is good to get used to it in advance."

"You! You are confused! If you take risks yourself, don't ask others to back you up!"

While talking, Zhen Yuanshan pulled Zhen Yourong to leave, while Xiao Sepi Zhen Yourong held Wang Han's arm reluctantly.

"You girl! Why are you like this before you're married? Let go!" Zhen Yuanshan slapped the back of Zhen Yourong's hand.

Zhen Yourong muttered and looked at Zhen Yuanshan with big watery eyes. Zhen Yuanshan immediately softened his heart and said sincerely, "You girl, how did the high priest get injured after those two lunatics came? During this time Although he talks about letting go of communication with the outside world, it does not mean that the high priest will tolerate a foreigner coming at this time! If the high priest gets angry, he will definitely be unable to eat and walk away! "

Zhen Yourong was taken away forcefully.

Ma Sitong said worriedly, "Abba, how about I take him back?"

Ma Fuyin said with a simple smile, "No, we're here. The high priest is not as scary as they say!"

Ma Sitong was still a little worried.

Wang Han's eyes glanced across everyone's faces.

It can be seen from the faces of this group of people that they have their own opinions about the sudden appearance of foreigners. It can still be heard from the few words spoken that the high priest seems to be suffering from psychological stress syndrome due to Di Lao and Wang Zhonglou. It feels like Wang Han came here to escape death.

On the way here, I had fine-tuned my appearance through the Purana Sutra, and it was somewhat similar to Xiang Feng's appearance.

Wang Han is naturally not afraid if he dares to come.

Ma Sitong was arranged by Di Lao invisibly. Di Lao had mentioned Majia Village before, which proved that there must be someone arranged by Di Lao in Majia Village. The Ma Fuyin in front of her didn't have any unexpected expression after seeing Wang Han. It was as if he knew Wang Hanneng was here.

Wang Han was even more certain that this person was the one arranged by Di Lao.

If Ma Fuyin dares to bring Wang Han here, it proves that there is no problem.

The voice of discussion is getting louder.

A bearded man with a somewhat bald head smiled at Ma Fuyin.

"Lao Ma, are you recruiting a son-in-law?"

Ma Fuyin didn't seem to be good at arguing with others, so he just smiled and didn't reply.

The bald man held an old cigarette pot and took a puff of old cigarette.

"Lao Ma, I think you know the high priest's recent mood. What do you want to do by bringing a stranger here at this time? Are you specifically here to stimulate the high priest? Or do you want to test the high priest's bottom line?"

Ma Fuyin smiled, not angry, and looked calmly and firmly in the direction of the hall.

The dark door of the ancient stone hall is facing here.

It's like an eye darker than the night is looking over here.

In the distance, two soul boats stopped by the river. Two people stepped off from them and walked towards this side one after the other.

Seeing this, the bald man smiled and said, "Oh, Ma Bao's and Ma Weiguo's brothers are here too. Lao Ma, these two brothers have been eyeing your position as village chief for a day or two. You brought a stranger here today, finally." This is a case for the two brothers! If I impeach you a few words in front of the high priest today, and if the high priest removes your position as village chief, I will see if you can still laugh."

Others sneered, and some even looked at Ma Fuyin with gloating.

The two middle-aged men walked towards this side, glanced at Ma Fuyin, and then looked at Wang Han emphatically. The two of them couldn't hide their excitement.

After Ma Sitong saw the looks in these people's eyes, he said, "Abba, I'd better take him back..."

Ma Fuyin's eyes were clear and his smile was simple, "No need."

The time to speak.

Suddenly an old voice came from the hall, "Come in, everyone!"

The bald man who just spoke knocked the cigarette pot on the upper of his shoe and walked inside with his hands behind his back.

Before everyone else entered, they all glanced at Ma Fuyin with a playful expression.

Ma Fuyin was not angry from beginning to end, and always looked ahead calmly.

"You wait here, I'll go in first, and I'll ask you to go in later."

Ma Sitong said anxiously, "Okay!"

Zhen Yourong acted coquettishly for a while and was brought in by her father.

Ma Baojia and Ma Weiguo didn't go in, but looked towards Wang Han.

Everyone else in the square went inside.

Ma Baojia walked over with his hands behind his back and looked around Wang Han, getting happier and happier.

"Oh, I was still worried about how to snatch the position of village chief that should belong to me from your father's hands. I always had no way to handle it before, but now it's okay. My uncle really didn't love you in vain!"

Ma Sitong's little fists were clenched tightly.

He looked in the direction of the hall with a worried expression.

Ma Baojia reached out and patted Wang Han on the shoulder.

Wang Han ducked sideways.

Ma Baojia slapped his face empty.

He was stunned for a moment, and Ma Sitong was also stunned for a moment.

Wang Han smiled and closed his eyes.

Ma Baojia was unconvinced and came over again to pat Wang Han on the shoulder.

Wang Han dodged again.

Ma Baojia cursed and swept towards Wang Han's head.

Wang Han raised his leg and pushed Ma Baojia's calf outward.

Ma Sitong immediately said, "What are you going to do? The high priest is still inside, aren't you afraid that he will be angry?"

Ma Baojia spat thick phlegm on the ground, "He is still a practicing master, a foreigner, and he comes to our place to show off his power. Even if I beat him to death, the high priest will not say anything bad about me!"

As he spoke, Ma Baojia stretched his muscles and said, "I was careless just now, now come on and let you taste the power of my Hunyuan Tai Chi!"

Ma Baojia whipped five times with lightning in his hand. Before he could reach Wang Han, Wang Han bent his leg towards Ma Baojia and kicked him. Ma Baojia groaned and half-knelt on the ground. Wang Han stepped on Ma Baojia's leg. neck, and stepped on Ma Baojia's head on the ground.

Ma Weiguo made a starting move to let Wang Han taste the power of hair extensions.

Wang Han kicked Ma Baojia, and Ma Baojia's body flew out, knocking Ma Weiguo upside down on the spot.

Before the two of them could moan, Wang Han raised a finger.

"Shh!"

The two of them pulled away timidly and looked at Wang Han with sinister eyes.

Ma Sitong stared at this scene blankly. Before she could stop the fight, the battle was over.

But he looked even more worried than before.

When a foreigner comes here, he doesn't have an advantage in the first place, and now he beats the people here. Isn't this just stacking buffs?

Ma Sitong looked anxious. After seeing the expressions of Ma Bao and Ma Weiguo, he pulled Wang Han's wrist and said, "Brother Xiang Feng, let's go back!"

Wang Han patted the back of Ma Sitong's hand with his backhand.

"Need not!"

Ma Sitong was as anxious as the ants on the hot pot.

Ma Baojia pulled out a stick and said, "Leave? Can you leave? Just wait, if you dare to hit us, the high priest will order him to be beaten to death!"

He spit into the palm of his hand, rubbed it with it, took the stick, and struck the air twice.

Wang Han turned his head, and the two of them immediately backed away in fear.

"Joyful."

Time passed by minute by minute.

Almost half an hour later.

The people who had just entered came out one after another.

When Ma Bao and Ma Weiguo saw this situation, they immediately ran in the opposite direction towards the main hall.

When they arrived at the door of the hall, the two people knelt down together.

"High Priest!

Ma Fuyin brought a foreigner!

This foreigner comes to us and talks arrogantly! I don't take you seriously! He just hit us!

Please give the order to the high priest!

Beat him to death with a stick! Removing Ma Fuyin from the post of village chief! "