Urban Hidden Dragon

The ancient and magnificent hall lies in front of you.

It seems to have been here since eternity.

It is very similar to Eastern classical architecture, but there are some differences in details.

The door is wide open.

But it was so dark that I couldn't see what was inside.

Wang Han took out his mobile phone and turned on the lights and walked into the hall.

There are many curtains hanging around, and the beams and pillars are complete stone pillars with various patterns carved on them.

Wang Han's eyes turned.

Weapon racks are also placed on both sides of the hall.

In addition, there are also musical instruments such as chimes.

On the main stage of the main hall.

There is a long table.

On both sides of the table are two lamps emitting a faint light.

When Wang Han came in, both lights were on.

Logically speaking, this place should have a layer of dust since no one has visited it for many years.

But this place is spotless and seems to be cleaned frequently.

When Wang Han turned his eyes.

Finally, the focus was on the corner of the desk.

There is something stacked in that place.

Wang Han hesitated for a moment and walked over there.

Wang Han couldn't help but be startled when he got so close.

It was discovered that it was a completely black armor!

Every piece of armor on the armor glowed with a faint light.

Wang Han held the fragments of the True Self Armor in his hand and compared them carefully.

I found that the piece of armor in my hand was one of the pieces of this armor.

The true treasure armor of the true self!

It's just a little imperfect.

It’s just one step away from complete piecemeal success.

There is something missing in the position of the armor's breast shield.

Wang Han never expected that this thing would appear here first.

look around.

This place always gives me a very familiar feeling.

It was as if I had lived here before.

Wang Han looked at the True Self Armor on the table and didn't rush to pick it up.

Ke Le mentioned before that Wenren Xuanhai was helping Wang Han piece together the True Self Treasure Armor. Logically speaking, this thing is in the True Self Secret Realm, but now more than 90% of it has been pieced together and placed here. It seems to be placed here deliberately. Waiting for Wang Han to come and pick it up.

"General Wenren put it here."

A voice suddenly came.

Wang Han turned around suddenly and saw an old man standing behind him.

The old man stood there with his back bent in a "not... buddy" gesture.

His bushy eyebrows are very long and hang down more than three centimeters from both sides. His face is full of wrinkles and there are many age spots on his face. He has a beard and gray hair. He is wearing a wide linen robe.

The old man raised his hands and bent towards Wang Han, his old body trembling slightly, and his tone of voice was filled with uncontrollable excitement, mixed with a bit of sobs.

"Old slave Binjiao, please see my king!"

Wang Han couldn't help but feel dazed for a while.

It seems to be a dialogue that spans time and space and stands at both ends of the long river of time.

While Wang Han was stunned, the old man smiled softly, raised his sleeves and gently wiped the corners of his eyes, lighting up the big lights on both sides of the stage.

The old man stood with his hands tied again and looked at Wang Han with a smile.

Wang Han came back to his senses. Just now the old man said something about General Wenren. Wang Han immediately thought of Wenren Xuanhai, the leader of the eight evil generals.

Combined with Wenren Xuanhai's previous words about waiting until Wang Han can meet in the True Self Secret Realm, Wang Han thought that the True Self Treasure Armor would be handed over in the True Self Secret Realm, but he did not expect that it would be handed over to Wang Han in advance.

"When did Wenren Xuanhai come?" Wang Han asked.

The old man bowed and said, "General Wenren came here a few days ago, left this thing and then left. General Wenren also said that the last part of it is not in the secret realm of the true self, and he is looking for the remaining part."

Wang Han paused, "Can he come in here?"

"He gave the things to the old slave, and the old slave brought them in!"

"Did you say anything else?"

"He just said that everyone who comes here will be my king's hawks and dogs and then left! The specific intention of this sentence is for my king to figure out for himself!"

Wang Han listened confused and looked at the old man in front of him who claimed to be Bijiao.

"Then who are you?"

The old man bowed down again and said, "Old slave Bie Jiao, in the name of my king, I am here to be the third generation master of the selfless spiritual realm for the time being!"

"The third generation? Where are the first two generations?"

Bie Jiao was stunned for a moment, and looked at Wang Han with a flash of compassion in his eyes, "The second generation was killed by you! And the first generation was you!"

Wang Han raised his eyebrows high.

No wonder coming to this place feels like returning home, considering that I am the master of the spiritual realm of this place.

As he spoke, the old man took out a piece of strange-shaped jade from his sleeve and presented it to Wang Han with both hands.

"This old slave has been waiting for you here for many years!"

Wang Han was not in a hurry to take away the jade, and asked a question he had always wanted to find out, "Why do you always call me king?"

Wang Han had also tentatively inquired with several demons and demons before.

But this group of people kept silent, and all of them showed a look of fear. They all talked about the city gate and building, and he talked about the hip axis, as if talking about this matter was a huge taboo.

Hearing the words, Bie Jiao's lips wriggled several times, and a strong fear flashed in his eyes, "I don't think anyone else has ever answered my king. The old slave can't answer either. It's not that the old slave doesn't say anything, but I dare not say it. Once I say it, it will easily bring back my king's memories and remind me of some things from the past, thus awakening another force in my king's body. With my king's current strength, I want to completely suppress that person! The strength is extremely difficult!

If I wait until my king's realm is higher, maybe I will remember it! "

Wang Han pondered what the old man said.

The old man still held up the jade stone.

Wang Han took a look and said, "As the master of this spiritual realm, do you need to stay here all the time?"

The old man shook his head, "The guide needs to stay here for a long time, and the Lord of the Spiritual Realm only needs to come twice a month."

When Wang Han heard this, he still flatly refused. It was a headache to come to check in once a month, let alone twice.

"If you're welcome, please continue to stay here!"

The old man smiled when he heard the words, "But my king has the secret art of Tongxuan. He can control the Selfless Spiritual Realm at will without using this thing. Just step into the Chaoyuan Realm!"

Wang Han thought about it and realized that the secret art of Tongxuan mentioned by Bijiao must be Wang Han's Dragon Winding Technique. The main task of coming here is to advance the internal strength.

The old man was also a discerning master, and he immediately said again, "I will protect you!"

Wang Han sat behind the desk.

After a pause, he took out a good cigarette and handed it to the old man, "Want one?"

Bie Jiao paused, then took it and lit one like Wang Han.

"Do you go out on weekdays?" Wang Han asked casually.

Bie Jiao held a cigarette between his teeth, feeling a little dizzy after one puff. Hearing this, he said, "I occasionally go out once or twice. It's too impetuous outside, but I still like it here. It's clean."

"Do you know the guide outside?"

"The guides of the past generations will look for successors before they die, and I will not care about it."

While smoking, Wang Han circled around the hall.

His eyes finally settled on a few seals on the corner of the desk.

Pick it up and observe and play with it at will.

After picking up one of the delicate jade seals and reading the writing below.

Wang Han couldn't help but be stunned for a moment.

But I saw four big characters engraved on the seal.

"National Preceptor Wang Han!"