Urban Hidden Dragon

But I saw an old man with a white beard walking in from outside.

Behind him were more than a dozen Ah San'er who had been captured by Jing Jue and the others before.

After a group of people appeared.

The expressions of everyone in Jingjue changed drastically, and they all tried to stand up, but they couldn't muster any strength.

The moment they saw the old man, someone feebly and desperately exclaimed, "SS-level!"

The old man stared at Wang Han curiously.

"Are you okay? You can still know my arrival in advance by your sense of smell!"

Wang Han reached out and slapped his nose, "Your smell is too strong, please wash your feet!"

The old man is not tall, only about meters tall, but he has a strong aura. He has wheat-colored skin, a wrinkled face, and short hair, which is more hair than many young people.

The old man who was missing a lower front tooth smiled at Wang Han.

"Very humorous, but I don't like your humor."

"Then bear with it!"

Jing Jue, who was lying limply on the ground, looked at Wang Han.

"Run! Run quickly! A SS-level felon is equivalent to half a step into the early Yuan Dynasty! Don't be so arrogant!"

Everyone else looked pale, and An Qiang and Meng Jianguo also looked at Wang Han to tell him to run quickly.

Wang Han was indifferent.

Wang Han was still a little sad after the two Ah Sans died before, but now so many more have come.

It seems that this old man has a great status. If you catch it, you will definitely be able to find out something useful.

"We are members of the military! You dare to break into our territory and take action. Don't you want to live?" Meng Jianguo shouted angrily.

The old man smiled and said, "We don't want to have anything to do with your military. We just want to connect with your world. It's you who insist on chasing us!"

"This is not the reason for you to sneak in!"

The old man smiled with his hands behind his back.

Look at Wang Han.

"I don't have to touch your military personnel, but he killed two of my proud disciples, and he has to pay for it with his life!"

Jing Jue saw this and said quickly, "He is also from our military department!"

The old man shook his head and said with a smile, "He is not, he does not have the temperament of a soldier."

"Wang Han! Run! Run!"

Jing Jue shouted at Wang Han again.

Wang Han smiled at Jing Jue and said, "Okay, Old Jing, save your energy and call me 666 later."

Jing Jue frowned.

Wang Han looked at Wang Han in confusion. Could it be that Wang Han had other back-up plans?

Or is it that Wang Han himself is so defiant that he can fight with Banbu Chaoyuan?

Jing Jue looked at Wang Han, a little unsure.

After all, every time he sees Wang Han, Wang Han can give him a different surprise.

Only this time, it shouldn't be so outrageous.

Everyone knows how terrifying it is to go to the Yuan Dynasty in half a step.

The old man raised his hand and pressed it down.

More than a dozen people came up one after another and surrounded Wang Han.

The old man's smiling eyes gradually turned cold and he nodded.

The gang of people rushed towards Wang Han one after another.

Wang Han raised his hand and touched the ring.

A dozen spirit generals flew out from the ring on the spot.

Almost in the blink of an eye, these dozen people were brought down to the ground.

More than a dozen spirit generals hovered silently behind Wang Han.

An almost transparent figure.

It looks very oriental horror effect.

This sudden scene shocked the old man and left him speechless.

Jing Jue and the others were also shocked and their eyes widened in surprise.

Behind Wang Han stood three spiritual generals of the Three Flower Realm and ten spiritual generals of the King Kong Realm.

This is no different from a walking sect.

Their Lingyao Operations Squadron didn't have as many experts as Wang Han had brought with him on this trip.

The old man's eyes gradually became serious when he looked at Wang Han.

Treat it like a normal enemy.

"What a magical method! You actually carry so many ghosts with you that you can fight with! You have to catch them and study them carefully!"

Wang Han raised his eyebrows, "Hey, what a coincidence, I'm going to catch you and study you carefully!"

The old man raised one hand, and visible to the naked eye, his originally flaccid arm began to squirm, and in an instant it became a muscular tyrant.

My whole body was filled with a sense of power.

He stepped on it, smashing the floor tiles on the spot, and rushed towards Wang Han.

Jing Jue and the others in the field had solemn expressions, and some even dared not look directly. Meng Jianguo frowned and struggled several times to no avail. He could only watch as the distance between the old man and Wang Han suddenly shortened.

Wang Han originally wanted to cut the size into a tuba.

Unexpectedly, the hand was raised uncontrollably again.

He punched the old man with one punch.

The two fists collided firmly.

The old man glared and took several steps back.

He looked at Wang Han with a horrified expression.

The old man's eyes moved down and looked at Wang Han's wrist, as if he wanted to see through Wang Han's sleeves and wrist guards to see what was underneath.

At that moment, something seemed to resonate.

But apart from the resonance, there is more of a feeling of palpitations.

The old man turned his hands over and took out a small sculpture seven or eight centimeters high from somewhere.

I don’t know if it was an illusion, from the moment the small sculpture appeared.

There is an indescribable feeling.

It's a bit like inviting a god, but there's a big difference. It's more like an ancient ritual of sacrificing oneself.

And at this time,

Wang Han's hand became even more uncontrollable.

He seems to be very interested in that small sculpture.

The old man kept mumbling something in his mouth.

The whole person's momentum became stronger and stronger.

He respectfully put the small sculpture into a small cloth bag on his chest.

The old man's body is stronger than before.

A low growl.

He rushed towards Wang Han again.

Wang Han's hands were out of control at all.

He grabbed the small bag on the old man's chest.

His arm cleverly passed through the old man's arm, and by chance, he grabbed the small bag and grabbed it with his five fingers.

It can be clearly felt that something inside the small sculpture on the old man's chest was forcibly taken away by Wang Han's hand.

The old man grabbed Wang Han's wrist with both hands.

The moment he touched Wang Han's wrist, the old man's whole body trembled violently.

His body was shaking uncontrollably, and he was weak and exhausted.

The old man stared at Wang Han in horror.

"How could it be? How could it happen to you! Why would such a thing happen!"

The old man roared angrily and pulled Wang Han's wrist away.

After taking a few steps back, Deng Deng took out a small bottle from his pocket, unscrewed it and poured it into his mouth.

Wang Han looked at the slightly yellowish liquid and couldn't help but think too much.

After all, it is indeed a bit strange for these people to sometimes drink something they think has magical powers.

The old man seemed to have taken drugs.

The momentum surged again.

"I have to take you back and study you carefully!"

The old man looked ferocious.

He rushed towards Wang Han.

Wang Han's eyes instantly turned into vertical pupils, and the evil creature wrapped around his arms spun wildly.

The waist twisted.

One style of Tianlong Fist!

The friction of air makes a sonic boom!

The old man flew backwards like a cannonball!

Wang Han was stunned after the punch was thrown out!

The Tianlong Fist that I used before could only exert % of my strength, but now with the blessing of this hand, I can actually exert % of its power!

The old man flew out the door and hit the wall with his back making a loud noise.

The wall covering peeled off, and a hemispherical pit was dented in the brick wall.

The old man raised his head in shock.

Staring at Wang Han with vertical pupils.

The voice trembled.

In his mouth, he was muttering poems from the Rigveda with strange emphasis.

“Sacrifice for sacrifice.

This is the first of its kind.

And its power reaches to the sky.

There lived the ancient gods.

Saint! "

The old man raised his head and stared at Wang Han, his voice trembling uncontrollably.

"You are the saint among the oracles of the Awakened One!

It’s also that variable! "