Urban Hidden Dragon

Wang Han looked at Xiang Feng.

Sometimes this two-arm brain is indeed much easier to use than the average person.

Xiang Feng lifted his pants.

"You see, the power of faith is to treat you as a god. If you do things for everyone, everyone can see it, right master?"

Chen Xuanzian nodded and signaled Xiang Feng to continue.

Xiang Feng said again.

"Is it possible that electronic faith is also faith?"

Chen Xuanzian was confused, "Speak humanly!"

Xiang Feng sneered.

"I'll give you a simple explanation. My brother Wang Han has an account on the Internet with tens of millions of fans. That account has done many good things that have attracted the attention of the entire Internet. Everyone thinks of it. My good brother is like a god."

Chen Xuan was stunned for a long time.

After thinking about it carefully, "This is indeed possible, but... from the eyes of a poor monk, the tens of millions of people's beliefs you just mentioned are indeed a bit absurd. The power of these beliefs in him is definitely less than those of tens of millions of people." !”

Xiang Feng thought for a while, then he had an idea and thought again, "Is there a possibility that it's because those fans don't know my brother's true face? After all, my brother never reveals his true face when doing good things. Those fans It’s like worshiping Buddha without any way?”

Chen Xuanzong nodded heavily.

"This reason is very suitable! It may be the truth!"

Xiang Feng looked much more excited than Wang Han.

"Master, if my brother suddenly shows his face, and millions of people know his true face, will the power of faith come up all at once? How much attack power can be increased by so much power of faith?"

After Chen Xuanzian heard this, he smiled and shook his head.

"This poor monk doesn't know, but my junior brother is old enough to ask someone."

After Wang Han thought for a while, "Brother Chen, you mean... go ask the old pope?"

Chen Xuanzong nodded.

"Correct!"

Xiang Feng said excitedly, "Let's put it this way, you have fans at home, and abroad you are the red leader of the Holy Light Sect, and there are so many believers. When the time comes, you will have all the fans at home and abroad, right?"

"It won't be until then. I'll take it all at home and abroad now."

Xiang Feng smacked his lips.

Oh shit.

It was installed again.

So angry.

The most uncomfortable thing is that the goddess is still watching.

Wang Han pulled Chen Xuanbian up.

Chen Xuanzhan looked at the Bodhi Seal on Wang Han's wrist and continued.

"Junior brother, if one day he is able to attain enlightenment, he will definitely be able to soar into the sky."

"Then let me lend you some good words from Brother Chen."

Xiang Feng said with a shy face, "Master, can you see when I can soar into the sky?"

Chen Xuanzong looked Xiang Feng up and down.

"Did you shit your pants in your pocket?"

The smile on Xiang Feng's face solidified.

It felt a little difficult to breathe, "Master... don't do this!"

Yan Susu picked up the little glutinous rice balls from the ground.

Silently squatting on the ground, his cheek pressed against the little girl's cheek, his eyes red.

Wang Han patted Yan Susu on the shoulder.

"Give me the child, I can save the person!"

Yan Susu raised her head, "Really?"

"trust me!"

Wang Han holds the small glutinous rice balls in his arms.

He stepped into the disputes of the world at a young age, and died once at such a young age.

Wang Han's eyes fell on Yang Yuanlang again.

Yang Yuanlang is still in a coma and despairing of all thoughts. It is the time to take him under his command. This is the best time to practice "Shura Devouring Sutra" at this juncture.

He carried Yang Yuanlang and got into the car.

Yan Susu sat in the passenger seat holding a small rice dumpling.

Sitting in the back row were Chen Xuanzong and Yang Yuanlang who was unconscious.

Originally, Xiang Feng wanted to sit in the back row, but the three of them were a bit crowded, and the smell on Xiang Feng's body was really sour.

Chen Xuanzian frowned and looked at Xiang Feng, "Little donor, what did you eat? This poor monk has lived for so long and has never smelled such an unpleasant smell of shit!"

Xiang Feng licked his lips.

Force a smile.

Out of the corner of his eye, he secretly glanced at Yan Susu.

"Master, you have never been in love, you don't understand."

"Before the poor monk converted to Buddhism, he was a well-known handsome young man from all over the country. He fell in love many times. If the poor monk is not mistaken, the donor is still a boy, right?"

Xiang Feng grimaced, "Master, let's not talk about chickens and civilize you, me and others!"

It was too smelly to sit in the car, so Xiang Feng opened the trunk, sat in the trunk, and smoked a cigarette in depression. He opened the trunk and took a sip of wine. I drank alone and got drunk.

The car arrived in Jiangning City.

Wang Han first brought Chen Xuan home.

Let the medicine man heal Chen Xuan's wounds.

I originally wanted the medicine man to show Xiang Feng that he would stop having diarrhea.

However, in order to prevent Yan Susu from feeling uncomfortable, this second-armed man just held on and said it was okay.

I was originally going to send Xiang Feng to where he lived, but I didn't expect that the two arms couldn't hold back halfway, so he jumped out of the car, covered his buttocks and rushed into the public toilet on the roadside.

He drove people to the base where the Shenming Sect is located.

Yan Susu looked at this place with curiosity.

When I saw that there were several half-step Chaoyuan realms hanging in this place, many three-flower realms, and one Chaoyuan realm that was about to be drained out, everyone felt numb.

If these people are released, they can piece together a very terrifying force.

But this group of people seems to have become nourishment for Wang Han's hands.

Yan Susu was not afraid of those Wang Han's subordinates who Yan Susu could see alone, but when everyone gathered together, Yan Susu felt his scalp numb and everyone was in a state of disgrace.

Yan Susu looked at Wang Han.

This guy actually holds such a trump card in his hand.

He couldn't help but take a breath of cold air.

It was so terrifying that it made my head tingle.

The heads of Xuan Daosi in the past dynasties were all upright and upright people.

Wang Han is really unique, he is both black and white.

Of course, Yan Susu then thought that Wang Han could bring her to such a place, and indeed he regarded her as one of his own.

I instantly felt that Hanzi was really capable.

If you are not married, you can try to find a partner with him.

It's a pity that I don't have the blessing to enjoy it anymore.

Yang Yuanlang hasn't woken up yet.

Saved the little glutinous rice balls.

Wang Han asked Yan Susu to take the people away.

Yang Yuanlang needs to enter a state of extreme anger at this moment. It is the strongest way to practice with such anger.

If he knew that his daughter was still alive, he would definitely lose his temper and the progress of his practice would be greatly compromised.

So for the time being, Yang Yuanlang was not allowed to know that his daughter was still alive.

I sorted out Yang Yuanlang's tendons.

Wang Han asked someone to pull the newly brought cow into the secret room.

Prepare to interrogate some details of Mi Tian when you wake up later.

I went to the place where several people in Zhudong were retreating.

Satisfied, he walked out the door with his hands behind his back.

In a few days, these people will be able to leave seclusion one after another.

The disciplinary inspection team to rectify the atmosphere in the world will once again emerge.

Turned around and came back.

Wang Han was going to interrogate that middle-aged man.

With a creak, the door opened.

The middle-aged man who woke up raised his head and looked at Wang Han.

Smiling ferociously.

"You can't even hear a word from me!"

Wang Han sat down and said, "I have plenty of ways to get words out of you."

The middle-aged man laughed.

"Want to torture me? Do you think I might give you that chance?"

While speaking, the middle-aged man suddenly roared angrily.

He bit hard with his teeth, and the poison packet hidden in his mouth exploded.

A mouthful of blood came to his throat, and the middle-aged man spat out a mouthful of black blood at Wang Han with a ferocious smile.

"You want to interrogate me! Go ahead and have your dream!"

His body twitched and his head drooped softly.

Wang Han lit a cigarette.

Ask someone to bring a potion.

After waiting for half an hour, someone gave me the injection.

The middle-aged man's body twitched a few times.

Open your eyes slowly.

Confused looking around.

I wanted to move, but suddenly I found that my body still couldn't move and was still tightly bound.

The middle-aged man turned around and looked around.

I realized that I was still in that cell.

Doubt in mind.

Why are you still tied here after you're dead?

blah blah blah!

A voice came from the darkness.

The lighter burst into flames.

Reflects a face.

The cigarette butt lit up.

After seeing that face clearly, the middle-aged man's pupils narrowed.

Gradually I realized something, "I...I'm not dead?"

Wang Han leaned forward, and the smoke turned into an arrow and spit out from his mouth. It shot out for more than two meters before slowly dispersing.

"You want to die, do you have my consent?"