Urban Hidden Dragon

Wang Han only felt that his palm was swelling.

I always feel like I'm holding something in my palm.

Wang Han could feel the changes in the Yuan Qi of heaven and earth more clearly.

It was just like Wang Han was able to control the Yuan Qi of heaven and earth to attack an area the size of a fingernail.

Now Wang Han can control the Yuan Qi of heaven and earth to attack places the size of a needle hole.

not only that.

Right under Wang Han’s seat.

Gradually, the shadow of a throne appeared.

That throne is composed of Qi and evil energy.

The throne is very tall. At first glance, the backrest and the two armrests look like three mountains, with nine giant dragons entwined on the three mountains, which looks extremely domineering.

The moment when the throne of true self appears.

Wang Han inexplicably felt that he possessed a certain ability.

You can sense the secret realm of your true self, and then you can sense where other true selves are.

It seems that the secret realm of true self is like a transit station, and Wang Han can sense other true selves with the help of the secret realm of true self.

Wang Han roughly sensed it.

Now there are only twenty-three of my true selves left.

The power to appoint and dismiss these true selves lies in Wang Han's hands, and Wang Han can also appoint other people as his true selves at will.

The closest true self to Wang Han was less than thirty kilometers away, and was rushing towards this side frantically.

Chen Qiu Sheng stared at the virtual throne where Wang Han sat, his cock hard with jealousy. He felt that all this should belong to him, but now he could only watch helplessly as all this belonged to Wang Han.

Wang Han looked at his slightly swollen hand and felt that the Qi and evil energy in his body were uncontrollably converging towards the word "I".

With Wang Han's control.

Wang Han found that if he took the initiative to interfere with the Qi body and inject evil energy into the word "I".

The throne under the seat will be very solid. If the Qi body and evil spirits are separated, the throne under the seat will gradually become blurred.

This feeling is magical, like a sliding rheostat that can control the solidity of the throne.

I sensed that there was a true self rushing towards me.

Wang Han planned to ask the real self who came over about other things later.

At this moment, his eyes fell on Chen Qiu Sheng and the Emperor.

Chen Qiu Sheng quickly suppressed the fierceness in his eyes, and pretended to be pitiful and begged for mercy, hoping that Wang Han would let him go.

To be honest, seeing Chen Qiu Sheng's condition, Wang Han had wanted to kill him more than once. If there hadn't been people stopping him from the front and the back, the grass on Chen Qiu Sheng's grave would have been three feet high.

I don't know what that old idiot Lu Shuijing wanted to do by asking Wang Han to spare Chen Qiu Sheng's life.

Wang Han's ignoring of Chen Qiu Sheng puts Chen Qiu Sheng under psychological pressure.

His eyes fell on the Emperor.

Wang Han smiled at the Emperor.

This familiar smirk made the Emperor feel a little panicked.

really!

With a snap!

Wang Han flicked the emperor’s crotch hard.

This time, Wang Han used his physical strength to give his grandson a good beating.

The Emperor clamped his legs together, his face was pale, and he bent over uncontrollably.

Wang Han patted the emperor's cheek, "Why don't you just stay on your little piece of land? Why do you have to come and grab the dragon vein of Jiuzhou? Are you satisfied with the result now?"

The Emperor took a deep breath and said, "The winner is the king and the loser is the bandit. Now that I am in your hands, you can kill me or chop me up as you wish!"

Wang Han turned his head and looked at Chen Qiusheng, "How did he restore your realm?"

Chen Qiusheng was stunned for a moment when he heard this, and quickly said, "Grandpa Gan, I don't know. I was in a coma at the time. Only this little devil knows how it was done!"

Wang Han looked at the Emperor with a questioning look.

The Emperor sneered, "No comment!"

Wang Han bit the cigarette butt and flicked it hard at the Emperor again, "You are so stubborn! You have lived for so long, you must remember a lot of good things in your mind. I have to ask you slowly."

The Emperor looked at him with disdain, as if to say, "If you can ask even a single question, I'll lose."

Wang Han asked Chuliu to knock the Emperor unconscious and tie him up. The Emperor has lived for so long, and since there is a technique to restore the power of a person who has lost all his power, there must be other powerful techniques. If we use our mind to find out, we will be able to find out!

His eyes looked in one direction.

Then I saw a figure coming towards this side quickly.

Wang Han was very familiar with the breath of the person who came.

It is the true self Jiachen on duty!

At this moment, Jiachen was attached to other people, and the people he was attached to rolled their eyes, looking a little creepy.

As he approached, Jiachen bowed to Wang Han and said, "I am the real Jiachen on duty, and I am honored to meet the real emperor!"

The last time I saw Jiachen.

Jiachen also possessed the body of a hotel waiter.

So much time has passed, and Wang Han's realm has improved a lot.

Now I understand it. The way Jiachen's true self appears is equivalent to the Yuanxin randomly possessing other people, but his Yuanxin is not quite the same as the normal Yuanxin, which should be because of the true self.

After seeing this scene, everyone present stared at Jiachen.

I want to see some clues from Jiachen.

Jiachen glanced at Chen Qiu Sheng who was kneeling on the ground.

Chen Qiusheng looked up at Jiachen, "Mr. Jiachen? It's you! It's me, Chen Qiusheng!"

Jiachen said coldly, "Even if I give you a chance, you can't do anything about it!"

Chen Qiu Sheng lowered his head, clenched his hands into fists, his fingernails digging into his flesh, and his eyes were filled with endless envy, jealousy and hatred.

According to your own ideas.

Now that he has sat on the throne of his true self, he is Jiachen's master. Even if Jiachen has a hundred thousand guts, he would not dare to talk to him like this.

Wang Han looked at Chen Qiu Sheng. Chen Qiu Sheng had gone insane. This kind of person had evil intentions. Even if he exchanged lives with Wang Han, he would still be a bully in the end.

"Go away!" Wang Han said.

Chen Qiu Sheng was stunned for a moment, then looked up at Wang Han in confusion, thinking he had heard it wrong.

"Let me go?"

"If you don't want to leave, you can leave your life here!"

Chen Qiu Sheng quickly stood up, turned around and was about to run.

"Father, if this kind of person gains power in the future, he will definitely cause trouble for you. It is better to kill him directly!" Fang Chao raised his hand and made a killing gesture.

Wang Han made up a story casually, "His child is still young, and I am also a father with a child, so I will give him one last chance."

Fang Chao gave a thumbs up, "My father is so kind-hearted!"

Chen Qiu Sheng turned around and ran.

"Wait! Have you forgotten something?" Fang Chao suddenly asked.

Chen Qiu Sheng stopped, thought for a moment, turned around and kowtowed several times to Wang Han.

"Thank you, Grandpa Gan, for being magnanimous and sparing my life." Chen Qiu Sheng pretended to be very touched.

"Is just thank you enough? What about the future?" Fang Chao asked again.

"I will definitely live a good life when I return! It will never be like today again!"

Fang Chao pressed on, "Swear! You will never do this to my father again!"

Chen Qiu Sheng sneered in his heart. It was just a few oaths, but he took them seriously.

But he still raised his hand and swore, "I, Chen Qiusheng, swear here today that no matter what happens in the future, I will never cause any trouble to Wang Han again and live my life well. If I don't, God will punish me with lightning!"

He left after saying that, for fear that Wang Han would suddenly change his mind.

Jiachen couldn't help but snorted coldly as he looked at Chen Qiu Sheng's gradually receding back.