Urban Hidden Dragon

Wang Han jumped into the car.

Just started the car.

Xiang Feng opened the door and got in from the passenger side.

"Take me one! It's been a long time since we two brothers have used two swords together!"

Xiang Feng was seen licking his big face.

Wang Han half-smiled but said, "Are you here because of your words?"

Xiang Feng sneered, "I heard you calling me just now because there must be something bigger. You will definitely take someone else with you. The only one you can take with you now is Goddess Su Su."

Wang Han lowered the window, lit a cigarette, and stepped on the accelerator.

The brains of these two arms are indeed different when used.

Taking this opportunity, Wang Han asked again, "I just asked you, do you have any impression of Man Wuxie?"

Xiang Feng thought for a few seconds and said, "It sounds familiar, Han. Do you have that feeling? Some people and some scenes seem like you have seen them before, but when you are in them, you can't remember them." It’s like a dream, I’m still very moved after I wake up.”

Wang Han bit the handle of his cigarette, "Are you still wearing an egg yolk dress with fluffy hair? Do you still do this old joke?"

Xiang Feng took a sip of water, "I'm not kidding, I just feel like I've seen this name somewhere before and it's very familiar, but I can't remember how I feel. How can I tell you that feeling? It's like you holding your diploma, When you see a classmate above who used to sit in a corner and didn't stand out, you feel a little familiar, but you can't remember what he did before.

There is always a feeling that there is some agreement between me and him. "

Wang Han didn't answer, he felt this feeling very well.

After answering Yan Susu, Xiang Feng sat there awkwardly.

I tried to talk to Yan Susu several times, but couldn't find the topic.

Wang Han said casually, "A Feng, get a bottle of water for Sister Su."

Xiang Feng picked up a new bottle of water, suddenly put it down, and handed the water he drank towards Yan Susu.

Yan Susu looked confused, "Why are you giving me a bottle of drunk water?"

Xiang Feng said shyly, "Susu, I drank this before. If you take a sip, it means that we have... kissed."

Wang Han looked at Xiang Feng, confused and shocked.

I thought Xiang Feng was invincible, but I didn't expect Yan Susu to be even more brave.

He took out a homemade popsicle from his bag and took a few bites before handing it over.

"Kissing isn't exciting, here, eat this, let's just kiss with tongues."

Wang Han shook his head and sighed inwardly, everyone said I was a weirdo, these two couldn't be more generous.

Xiang Feng looked at the homemade popsicle made by Yansu Su, which had meat sauce, Lao Ganma's stinky tofu, horseradish, mung bean cream and other miscellaneous ingredients inside.

Yan Susu shook her head again, "Don't you want to have a wet French kiss with me like the Nine Heavens of Ice and Fire?"

...

Yang Yuanlang covered his chest and gasped for air.

The blood wings in his hands were supporting the ground, and the girl he was holding in his arms was also stained with Yang Yuanlang's blood.

He looked at the courtyard in the distance with a horrified expression.

Out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at the living Buddha Zuan whom he had met at the ramen shop before.

The pale-skinned man holding a machete in the courtyard also turned his head to look at Chen Xuan's sudden arrival.

Chen Xuanzong clasped his hands together and came slowly.

Yang Yuanlang knew that there must be other masters hidden in the courtyard. Today, he was destined to die. The monk in front of him was a good man.

He doesn't want to drag others down because of his own affairs.

"Senior, leave quickly, this is a personal feud between me and them!"

The monk smiled and said, "Meeting you is fate. If you don't help, it will actually go against your original intention. Even the Buddha would not like it."

The heavy-eyed monk looked at the pale-skinned man calmly.

"Donor, put down your butcher knife and become a Buddha immediately."

The man smiled, and the sparse and blackened teeth in his mouth made it a bit eerie.

"Where is the bald donkey from meddling in other people's business!"

As he spoke, he raised his knife and cut off Uncle Yang Yuanlang's head directly, and threw it this way.

He turned his wrist and shook the scimitar in his hand.

"Since ancient times, demons and Buddhas have not been coexisting. You monks, you talk so much about Amitabha, but secretly you are just male thieves and female prostitutes. I will kill every one I see!"

Chen Xuanzong slowly pulled out his sword.

"You're such a loser! You're a poor monk who prefers to talk to demons!"

Yang Yuanlang looked at the head that rolled to his feet.

Yang Yuanlang, who was extremely angry and sad, knelt on the ground, held his head, opened his mouth, and gasped for air. He was unable to cry out under the extreme sadness.

Big tears fell silently.

Both eyes are bulging.

Yang Yuanlang knelt on the ground with his head on the ground.

Cough!

Anger hits the heart!

Yang Yuanlang spit out his hard work!

what! ! !

Yang Yuanlang suddenly looked up to the sky and roared.

Two lines of blood and tears fell down.

Blood-stained eyes stared at the pale-skinned person in the courtyard.

He slowly stood up holding the blood-wing knife.

The five fingers clenched the Blood Wing Knife tightly.

The blood lingered on the handle of the knife and plunged into Yang Yuanlang's arm.

Yang Yuanlang's eyes were red.

He rushed toward the courtyard.

That man didn't take Yang Yuanlang seriously at all.

Shaking the scimitar in his hand.

With a tilt of his head, he advanced instead of retreating, and rushed towards Yang Yuanlang.

The two sides collided.

Yang Yuanlang slashed his sword in anger.

The man was directly hit and took half a step back.

The man's feet were not yet firm.

Chen Xuan's knife that exuded Buddha's light struck at him.

The man was immediately shaken up and took two steps back.

The man's expression changed.

Sensed something was wrong.

He immediately rubbed his blood-stained finger between his eyebrows.

He clenched his fist and punched his heart twice hard.

A powerful aura suddenly burst out from within his body.

Blue veins popped up on forehead.

Dark eyes become smaller in both eyes.

His expression turned crazy.

Seeing Yang Yuanlang rushing over, the man's scimitar swiped past him, causing Yang Yuanlang to fly backwards.

Chen Xuanbian held the sword in his hand, "You were with the birdman who injured the poor monk that day!"

"Bald Donkey, stop talking nonsense! Leave Bald Lapper to me as a football player!"

Chen Xuan made a snap sound and clasped his hands together.

"You're such an idiot. You can't find anything even after wearing iron shoes. It took no effort to get here. This poor monk is still worried about where to seek revenge from you!"

The spirit will possess you!

The momentum of Chen Xuan's funeral is rising steadily.

Even though he was seriously injured and has not recovered, seeing the people in front of him slaughtering innocent people made him so angry that he was inspired to promote Buddhism!

The man was stunned for a moment when he saw Chen Xuan's aura.

"General skills? Chen Xuan's burial?"

Chen Xuan buried the sword in his hand and chopped it down angrily!

Bang!

The sword wrapped in sword energy directly cut off the scimitar!

He chopped off the man's head.

The cold sword energy split open the opponent's flesh, and blood flowed from his eyebrows.

It’s time to let the other person’s imagination run wild.

A figure flew out from the back room.

Judging by his appearance, he is a middle-aged man with disheveled hair, open clothes, and a wolf head tattoo looming on his chest.

The hand wearing a special black iron glove grabbed Chen Xuanzang's sword.

Chen Xuan's funeral sword stopped.

The palms wearing special gloves slapped Chen Xuanzong's chest hard.

Chen Xuanfu staggered back.

The middle-aged man walked towards Yang Yuanlang in one stride.

Yang Yuanlang raised his knife and struck.

But after all, his rank was several levels lower than the opponent's, and the Blood Wing Saber was taken away directly. He punched Yang Yuanlang in the face, causing Yang Yuanlang to fly backwards.

The middle-aged man grabbed the small glutinous rice dumpling tied to Yang Yuanlang's chest and held it in his hand.

"Dad!" Xiao Tangyuan cried.

Yang Yuanlang hit the wall and choked out a mouthful of blood.

Seeing her daughter being arrested, she struggled to get up.

"Let my daughter go!"

The middle-aged man was carrying small glutinous rice balls casually.

Lift up the stolen blood wings.

"Tell me the secret technique of using this blood wing."

Yang Yuanlang's eyes were red.

Now, he only has his daughter as a relative.

"I'll tell you after you release my daughter!"

The middle-aged man pinched Xiao Tangyuan's neck and lifted it up.

He simply said two words.

"Secret technique!"

Yang Yuanlang stood up and roared angrily, "Let my daughter go!"

Click!

The middle-aged man looked sarcastic and pinched Xiao Tangyuan's neck.

Yang Yuanlang's eyes popped out.

A roar came from his throat.

About to rush over.

The middle-aged man held up the little glutinous rice dumpling corpse and said, "I'll ask one last time about the secret technique. The little girl is very cute. I think you don't want to see your daughter's corpse turned into a puddle of meat, right?"

I count to three!

three!

two! "

The middle-aged man made a show of smashing the body into pulp.

"I said!" Yang Yuanlang roared angrily.

As soon as he finished speaking, the middle-aged man showed a cruel smile, lifted up the little dumpling body and was about to smash it.

Yang Yuanlang rushed forward regardless of his own safety.

The middle-aged man was kicked away by Yang Yuanlang. Yang Yuanlang struggled twice and fainted.

Chen Xuanzong tried his best to dodge over, hugged the body and rolled it on the spot.

Seeing this, the middle-aged man dodged and pinched Chen Xuanzong with his iron hand.

Chen Xuanzian rolled on the spot again and managed to avoid it, then turned over.

"The bald donkey is courting death!"

Chen Xuanzian was panting, "The poor monk is the protector of the Red Lotus Sect!"

The middle-aged man paused, "Red Lotus Cult Protector? Some status, but so what? Who knows that you died in this place?"

Chen Xuan looked for a way out of the corner of his eye.

"I have a junior brother who is from Jiangning. His name is Wang Han. He is the little eunuch of the Mountain and River Association. He knows that I am here. We have made an appointment to meet. If I don't see this, I will definitely investigate! I'll investigate you then. , you definitely can’t escape!”

The middle-aged man clasped his hands behind his back and thought for a moment, "Wang Han? I have an impression. If I remember correctly, it is rumored that one of the two names of the little eunuch of the Shanhe Society is indeed called Wang Han. But so what? So what? What can I do? If he comes in front of me, I will kill him without fail. You must die today even if you deserve to die, even if Buddha comes, he can’t save you!"

A burst of laughter suddenly came from the other side of the wall.

"You know me, I'm happy, but I'm not happy with the tone of your voice."