Urban Hidden Dragon

As soon as this video came out.

Detonate the whole network directly.

At first, some people didn't quite believe that this was true, thinking that someone had deliberately created something as a gimmick.

But when the locals came out to prove it.

Finally someone believed it was true.

And next.

Similar videos keep popping up.

The handsome old man in the video often raised his hand and twisted it in the air.

Either the shop windows are in pieces, or the huge billboards are twisted.

But soon.

All such videos are blocked.

If it were not blocked, everyone would be limited to fanatical fantasies.

But now the video is blocked.

This caused many people to start speculating.

This is a move from above.

And usually the people who do this kind of thing are affiliated with an organization.

Related departments.

Since the higher-ups took action, it would prove that all this was true, and it would also prove that the old man was being targeted by the higher-ups.

Tea house.

When Wang Han came in, he saw several people already sitting there.

Nangong Bodhisattva is also sitting here, as are Feng Manlou and Zhao Kui.

In addition to these three bosses, there was also an old man sitting who was as strong as an iron tower. The old man had thick eyebrows slanting into his forehead and a domineering face.

There is still a slight resemblance between the eyebrows and Xiang Feng.

Xiang Feng, this idiot, didn't know what he had done wrong in the past two days. He dyed his hair black and white, and sat there with one hand stretched out and twirling twice.

Several other younger generations looked at Wang Han with admiration in their eyes.

They have also been paying attention to the movie.

Not only did Wang Han bring in a major international director, he also turned the tide and brought a seemingly dying movie back to life. Not only that, it directly entered the billion-dollar box office list, and the box office is still soaring today.

"Everyone is here! Let's get straight to the point!" Zhao Kui said.

Nangong Bodhisattva clasped his hands together and looked calm, "Wang Han's movie is very effective. The Pavilion Master has already seen it and is heading here. It takes at most two days to reach Jiangning City. Therefore, we must find a way to plan in advance. This time we must control the Pavilion Master, and then find ways to treat him, and we must not let him continue like this."

Wang Han glanced over.

"We have four Transformation Realm bosses. You four took action and tied up the Pavilion Master directly. What else needs to be arranged."

"This kid really doesn't take the Pavilion Master seriously." The domineering old man with thick eyebrows sitting next to Xiang Feng laughed.

Zhao Kui took a sip of tea and said, "I am Di Lao's apprentice. I have been used to seeing all kinds of masters since I was a child. It's not surprising."

Wang Han looked at several people, "What do you guys mean by this? You are not % sure of controlling the Pavilion Master?"

"Ten percent? You think too highly of us! At most %." Feng Manlou raised three fingers. For the first time, this old pervert didn't watch the beauty's live broadcast, which is enough to show the seriousness of this matter.

"That's too bad..."

Wang Han said half a sentence subconsciously. After seeing the kind eyes of several big bosses, Wang Han immediately changed the topic, "I am a poor person... I am not very talented and I am not very knowledgeable. You are too humble."

Feng Manlou took over the conversation with a smile, "It's not us, it's the Pavilion Master who is too strong, and there are different levels of transformation. As far as the known masters in the world are concerned, the Pavilion Master's skill is almost the ceiling. The entire Jianghu Among them, there is only one person who is known to be able to fight with the Pavilion Master."

"Who?" Everyone raised their ears.

Several big guys looked at Wang Han in unison.

As soon as Wang Han picked up the fruit, he saw the looks in several people's eyes before he even took his mouth off.

"Don't look at me, everyone. I'm just a younger brother. I can still scream when I meet a great master, but I really can't do it when I meet the transformation state."

"You kid, don't put too much gold on your face, we're talking about Di Lao." The thick-browed old man said with a smile.

Zhao Kui continued, "Forty years ago, there was a world ranking list in the world. All the list was filled with transformation masters. The Pavilion Master and Di Lao were firmly in second place."

"They are so powerful, why are they second?"

"Because there is no winner between them, and if someone else is first, Di Lao will go to someone else's house to check the water meter." Feng Manlou explained.

Wang Han took a bite of the fruit.

No wonder I'm so stupid, it turned out to be passed down.

"Then if we can't control the Pavilion Master, will he run away again?" Feng Xiaoxiao brought the topic back.

Nangong Bodhisattva looked at the thick-browed old man. The old man turned his head and slapped Xiang Feng on the back of his head.

Xiang Feng, who was muttering endless love, fell off his chair and knelt on the ground when he was slapped.

Kowtowed very loudly.

"What love? Go and get my bag."

Xiang Feng stood up as usual.

Wang Han finally understood why this kid could recover so quickly after being so seriously injured.

The thick-browed old man took out a strange length of rope from his bag.

There's a trap on it.

The rope is two meters long, completely black, very elastic and tough.

Wang Han took one look and said, "Damn it, the treasure of the Corpse Exorcist Sect's Immortal Binding Rope."

The old man with thick eyebrows glanced at Wang Han and said, "Di Lao's precious apprentice is very knowledgeable. This thing is indeed the immortal rope used by the zombie sect to tie rice dumplings. It uses beef tendon to smear corpse oil and went through various complicated processes for many years to refine it." It’s done, no god can escape if he is tied up, I finally robbed...borrowed it.”

Nangong Bodhisattva took over the rope to bind the immortal, "Now someone has been eyeing the Pavilion Master, and they will definitely try their best to catch the Pavilion Master. We must control the Pavilion Master before them. By then we will be in Dragon Claw Mountain, and the four of us will Each of us is responsible for restraining the Pavilion Master. The four of us use our strength at the same time and can control the Pavilion Master for three seconds. Wang Han, you take this opportunity to tie up the Pavilion Master with the Immortal Binding Rope."

"Me?" Wang Han stood up awkwardly.

"Are you kidding or are you serious?"

Nangong Bodhisattva handed over the Immortal Binding Rope, "What you said is true."

"You four masters of transformation! You are only % sure! Can you add me? I can't even get an assist in that kind of game."

"With you, I'm % sure." Nangong Bodhisattva said again.

Wang Han was holding the fairy binding rope. This thing felt slippery and felt quite good.

"I'm just a little grand master! How can I tie up the pavilion master? I don't want to become a mess."

"You are the little Pavilion Master. Even if the Pavilion Master loses his mind, the Pavilion Master will not do anything to you and will always protect you! I believe you saw this during the last martial arts conference." Nangong Bodhisattva explained.

Before Wang Han could finish speaking, the thick-browed old man cleared his throat and stood up, "Then it's such a happy decision! I'll go to Dragon Claw Mountain first."

"Wait a minute, I'll get a power bank." Feng Manlou stood up and followed.

Zhao Kui also stood up and followed behind with his hands behind his back.

Nangong Bodhisattva then stood up and said, "We will wait for you at Dragon Claw Mountain."

Meng Bizhi walked towards Wang Han, "Brother Han, take care!"

Feng Xiaoxiao looked at Wang Han sympathetically, "Take care."

Xiang Feng turned his hand and walked up to Wang Han, "I love you, I love you, but I don't want to play with you. Wang Han, do you think I look like Aaron Kwok?"

"Fuck off!"

"Okay! I can't stop loving you..."

.......

"I don't want to become a mahua."

Jing Jue threw the cigarette butt on the ground.

Looking at the photos in his hand, he said, "What the hell did you think of me turning into a mess every time I meet you? How do you think I can stop you?"

The cold and charming woman took over the conversation, "It is said above that if the other party comes to Jiangning City, we will be responsible for stopping him. It does not say that he must come to Jiangning City."

"That's right!" Jing Jue patted his thigh and seemed to see the light again.

Turning his eyes, he saw a tall monk coming out of the teahouse, dressed simply and with a solemn appearance, heading in one direction.

Jing Jue quickly clasped his hands together and said, "Bodhisattva bless you! Don't let that big guy come to Jiangning City! I don't want to become a mahua!"