Urban Hidden Dragon

Zhai Yueping was suddenly shocked.

A terrifying aura emerged from behind and enveloped his heart.

He is very sure.

If I stab Wang Han now.

Someone will stab him hard from behind.

Zhai Yueping looked at the face that was so close but had no choice but to burst into anger, but he had no choice but to do anything.

At that moment, Zhai Yueping felt that the other party seemed to be his lifelong enemy.

He couldn't help thinking too much.

Zhai Yueping turned around and struck out with his sword.

Behind him stood a young man with a dull expression and a peaked cap.

The young man ignored Zhai Yueping's menacing sword attack.

He turned slightly sideways and pinched Zhai Yueping's soft sword with his elbow.

The other hand held a fist as big as a casserole and smashed it towards Zhai Yueping's face.

The speed was so fast that the sleeves made a crisp sound when they rubbed against the air.

Zhai Yueping turned his face, dodged his fists, drew his sword, and kicked his legs.

This series of actions is not sloppy at all. It can be seen that although he is the master of a pavilion, he has very rich combat experience.

He just had a small mind and couldn't hold his temper, so he came to do it himself.

But it's not his fault. When faced with such an angry and troublesome opponent, everyone would want to come up and stab him in person.

The two of them started fighting as soon as they met each other.

Zhai Yueping was shocked.

No matter what, I never expected that there would be two Chaoyuan realms around Wang Han.

After returning to China, he had heard rumors that none of the big guys from the Ten Guys Club were dead, and that Yalao Emperor had all shown up, and his appearances were related to Chaoyuan Realm fights, not to mention... There is a little heavenly master who is the first person to leave the country.

And the man in front of him is the prince of Shilaohui, the future successor of Shilaohui.

After today, the chances of killing the opponent in the future are slim.

Zhai Yueping only felt depressed.

This kind of person is a typical existence that makes people hate him to the very core but is helpless.

Wang Han sat on the ground and rubbed his chest, took out his cigarette case, flicked it, shook out a cigarette and held it in his mouth.

Looking at Zhai Yueping in the fight with a smile on his face, "On the sixth day of Chu, arrest the person and interrogate him carefully. Where did Yang Qing'e find these helpers? To be able to hire such a strong master, he definitely did not come from a small family. ."

Zhai Yueping has already begun to think about quitting. If he really continues to fight like this, it will be bad if he is exposed.

He must not be exposed, otherwise it will ruin the plan of the Living Dead. In his heart, he also covets the huge cake of the Living Dead in Asia.

He glanced at the place where Yang Qing'e rushed in to take back the coffin.

I was wondering why this stinky bitch Yang Qing'e didn't come out yet, and secretly guessed that Yang Qing'e was controlled by other masters.

A feeling of panic and uneasiness ran through his body, and Zhai Yueping couldn't help but swallow his saliva, comforting himself that Wang Han wouldn't leave three Chaoyuan Realm experts on his side.

I was thinking silently in my mind that Yang Qing'e should come out quickly.

Then Yang Qing'e was ejected from where she first entered.

His face was covered with frost.

Her cold beautiful eyes stared at Wang Han, "Give me the password!"

"What password!" Wang Han asked knowingly.

Yang Qing'e was furious, "How dare you hide my coffin in the secret room!"

Wang Han bit the handle of his cigarette and raised the end of the cigarette, "Huh? Xiao Yang, you can eat whatever you want, but you can't talk nonsense. You said that the coffin is yours, so it is yours? Is your name engraved on it?"

Yang Qing'e gritted her teeth and said, "Master, you have never been so shameless in the past!"

Wang Han held a cigarette and said, "Then it depends on who you are right with! I never treat good people like this!"

Yang Qing'e raised her hand, and a ball of energy floated up and down in her palm.

"I will tell you one last time, give me the password!"

Wang Han shrugged his shoulders, indifferent.

Yang Qing'e bent her waist and wanted to rush towards Wang Han like a cheetah.

Zhai Yueping, who was fighting with Chu Liu not far away, his eyes lit up when he saw this. Now was a good opportunity to kill Wang Han.

Zhai Yueping pulled away from Chu Liu and headed towards Yang Qing'e.

Luring Chu Liu over to stop Yang Qing'e, he rushed towards Wang Han himself.

"Miss Yang, I'm here to catch him!"

The cigarette butt in Wang Han's mouth tilted upward again.

This grandson's hatred for me is really strong.

As the two sides get closer.

Wang Han shouted.

"Close the door and release the green raccoon dog!"

Zhai Yueping was shocked again.

I just felt that another sense of crisis, which was slightly stronger than the one just now, enveloped my heart.

Zhai Yueping couldn't help but his hair stood on end and his chrysanthemums suddenly raised.

He turned around and stabbed the enemy in the air with his sword.

When he turned around to face Wang Han again.

He discovered that there was a cute and sweet little girl standing between him and Wang Han.

The little girl is meters above sea level and is carrying a large box measuring meters.

He adjusted the hat stuck on the bridge of his nose.

Eating the candied haws crunchingly.

He turned around, wrinkled his nose, pouted his mouth, and looked at Wang Han angrily like a dolphin, "Believe it or not, I will chop you down!"

Wang Han patted the dust on his butt and stood up.

He casually slapped the little rebel on the back of his head.

Zhai Yueping jumped far away with a few CS-style jumps.

Holding the sword, his little heart lifted directly into his throat. He looked at Wang Han from a distance, his expression full of unwillingness and fear.

This cute-looking little girl gave him a chilling sense of crisis.

Yang Qing'e also ducked and distanced herself from Chu Liu.

There was a dark cloud over that beautiful face.

He looked at Wang Han with anger in his eyes.

"No wonder you are so confident, it turns out that there is help from the Earth Demon Erqingraccoon!"

Zhai Yueping couldn't help but feel his heart twitch. No wonder the sense of crisis was so strong just now. It turned out to be Earth Demon II, the second most terrifying existence in the ranks of Earth Demons.

It seemed harmless to humans and animals, but the aura it had just released was enough to make him cringe.

Wang Han shrugged his shoulders and said to Yang Qing'e, "Even without her, you wouldn't be able to take away the coffin today."

Unexpectedly, the little rebellious Qingrao immediately turned around and said, "Can you stop pretending? There are three of us in the Chaoyuan realm, but I can't do my job, so it's three to two and a half, and we can't guarantee everything." People can really take what they want.”

Wang Han's tooth hurt and he slapped the back of the little rebel's head.

Qingraccoon held up his hat and didn't take it seriously.

She took a bite and looked at Yang Qing'e, "I'm just telling you why the weather is so gloomy when you go out today. It turns out it's you, a bad woman with a bad stomach, who's here! Whose bed do you want to climb into today? Could it be my king's? Right? Then you are late. He paid the food last night and there was not a drop left. I heard it clearly last night. "

Wang Han's body stiffened.

I used to tease Tang Yuanji all the time, but I didn't expect the boomerang to hit him so quickly.

The little rebellious boy kept chattering, "Oh, I almost forgot, you are never picky about men, you shouldn't worry about finding a man to vent your lust, but you still want to usurp my king and make you a man, I The king is not a big fool, if my king asks you to be his woman, the hat on his head can circle the earth twice and a half."

Yang Qing'e gritted her teeth and sneered coldly.

"I was so noisy by flies, but it turns out there was someone standing here. I almost didn't see it."

Qing raccoon turned around and raised his head, raised the brim of his hat and looked at Wang Han, "Does the implication of her words mean that I am short?"

Wang Han rubbed Qingraccoon's head.

"Silly boy, she didn't say you were short, she insulted your low altitude like a basin."

Yang Qing'e laughed, "Sure enough, my brain is not working well and I can't even understand the voice-over."

Bang!

Qingraccoon's little face changed. Anger filled his cute little face, as if he had been hit at a painful point.

The big box on my back hit the ground hard for the first time.

The box opened with a click.

A heart-stopping chill surged out.

Inside was a machete that was pitch black and seemed to be entangled with countless dead souls.

Qinglaoer, a little boy of meters, could carry a -meter machete.

He reached up and lifted the hat stuck on the bridge of his nose.

"I'll fucking chop you!"