Urban Hidden Dragon

Wang Han and Xiang Feng looked at Shi Qingquan with confused expressions.

"Don't dare to say? Then write it down!" Xiang Feng with two arms took out a paper and pen and handed it to Shi Qingquan.

Shi Qingquan couldn't bear to punch this kid in the head.

When talking about this topic, Shi Qingquan became very nervous.

His eyes were looking nervously in all directions.

It's like guarding against gank.

Xiang Feng put his arm around Shi Qingquan's shoulders and said, "Master, tell me secretly, I will never tell anyone!"

Shi Qingquan pushed Xiang Feng away.

"Don't say it! Can't say it! Don't dare to say it! Hehe!"

"Can't reveal anything?"

Shi Qingquan organized his words and thought of the safest way to say it.

"When you get to the Three Flowers Realm, you will know something. I can only tell you that Zhenlong Palace is more terrifying than you think, hehe."

Xiang Feng pointed at Wang Han, "Master, isn't he already in the Three Flowers Realm?"

"That kind of thing doesn't count. You need to reach the Three Flowers Realm to get in touch with it! If you can reach the Half-step Chaoyuan, you can officially get in touch with Zhenlong Palace. By then you will be able to know a lot of things you want to know, hehe. .”

"Does Zhenlong Palace have Chaoyuan Realm?"

Shi Qingquan looked around and only replied "hehe."

Enough has been said.

Seeing Wang Han and Xiang Feng scratching their heads, Shi Qingquan shrank his neck and said again.

"Let me tell you this, sooner or later the Pavilion Master of the Zhenlong Pavilion will be the Master of the Zhenlong Palace. Our Pavilion Master is already qualified enough. The reason why we are not the Palace Master today is because the position above has not been vacated yet. That’s all I can say, hehe.”

The two-armed Xiang Feng was shocked and silent for a few seconds for the first time.

"Does that mean the previous generation of Martial God is still alive?"

"I didn't say it was the previous generation! Hehe!"

This sentence once again stunned Wang Han and Xiang Feng.

According to Shi Qingquan's tone, it is not necessarily the previous generation, but it may be a certain martial god from the older dynasties.

From this point of view, this Dragon Suppressing Palace is indeed more terrifying than imagined.

If this was born, it would be a king.

Wang Han began to become more interested in Zhenlong Palace.

Now that he has reached the Vajra Realm, according to the route Di Lao planned for Wang Han, Wang Han can enter the Three Flower Realm as long as he collects the remaining two Nine Dragon Seals.

Every time Wang Han switches to the large size, he will sense the location of the other two Nine Dragon Seals. He has indeed sensed it a few times. There is indeed one in the country, but the damn problem is that for some reason, the carrier of this Nine Dragon Seal always It means having no fixed place, moving every day, one place at a time.

There is also a Kowloon Seal abroad. The world is so big, and it is not easy to find such a small thing. After all, it still depends on luck.

After settling the matter at hand, Wang Han was ready to spend time looking for the Nine Dragon Seal.

Others woke up one after another.

Xiang Feng recorded everyone's ugly behavior after being poisoned by Qian Phantom Poison, in order to blackmail them.

He was stunned to have extorted more than yuan. Not only did he earn back the yuan he had spent on pretense, but he also made several thousand more, only to receive a lot of scolding.

The car was speeding.

A huge mountain gradually appeared in front of everyone, like a giant dragon dormant in the vast land.

The mountain road was difficult to navigate and it was impossible to drive, so everyone got off the car and walked up.

According to Shimada Kaixiang, they came with the goal of completing the mission % this time.

Once the dragon vein is destroyed, natural and man-made disasters will continue in this area.

These little bastards are really hateful, but the most hateful ones are those with their elbows pointing outward!

The so-called people are the ones who know best where to stab you and it will hurt you the most.

These people have lost their humanity and bottom line for the sake of profit. These people are a group of extremely sophisticated egoists.

Wang Han lit a cigarette. Meng Bizhi accidentally sprained his foot and was limping behind. He was supported by Han Beiming. Meng Bizhi said gratefully.

"I think Lao Han can handle this guy!"

Unexpectedly, Xiang Feng came over.

"Little Fatty, if you can punch him while you poke him, can you also let me punch him for a while?"

Meng Bizhi's expression solidified.

Feng Xiaoxiao punched Xiang Feng.

Wang Han suddenly raised his hand and made a fist. Everyone fell silent and hid around, their expressions instantly becoming serious.

far away.

A flock of birds flew in the forest and flew towards this direction.

"Someone is coming over there!"

Wang Han hid behind a tree, made a gesture, held the soul stone, and put on the noodles.

Be prepared for a sneak attack at any time.

Messy footsteps were coming this way.

It was also accompanied by violent breathing.

Wang Hanka looked over.

It was discovered that a group of more than a dozen people were rushing towards this side. The leader was a middle-aged man, carrying an old man on his back. The old man was pale and seriously injured. Blood was flowing down his arms, and finally dripping on his face. into the ground.

"dad!"

Duanmu Mingyi suddenly shouted.

hurriedly greeted him.

After being alert for a moment, the other party saw Duanmu Mingyi and hurriedly came over.

Wang Han took a closer look and found that his grandfather Duanmu Jikang's chest was stained with blood.

His lips were white, his eyes were closed, and he was dying.

"how so!"

The Northeastern guy was leaning against a tree, rubbing his chest and cursing, "These bastards can't afford to play with their stuff. They've made a half-step from a hidden family to come to the Yuan Dynasty. That's not fucking bullshit! Duanmu old dog just said You've been fucked over, you little brat. When I reach the halfway point of Chaoyuan, I'll fucking beat him to death!"

The crow guy from behind walked over quickly, "Hurry! They are coming!"

Wang Han looked back, and Yingying Yueyue could see a figure heading this way.

"What should we do with Dragon Vein?" Wang Han asked urgently.

"The little devils came up with something that targets dragon veins. We killed the only brat who knew how to use that thing. They won't be trying to use dragon veins in a short time." The Northeastern guy said on the back of the middle-aged man Take Duanmu Jikang and carry it on his back.

"This old bastard is quite heavy."

The middle-aged man wiped the sweat from his forehead, sat down on the ground and panted. He wanted to speak, but he couldn't breathe. He opened his mouth, closed his eyes, and hammered his chest with his fists.

The Northeastern guy glanced back and kicked the middle-aged man, "Get up! It's time to go! Damn it!"

The middle-aged man waved his hands, finally took a breath, and cupped his fists at Wang Han.

"Si Di Dao Zhang Longling has seen the little Taoist master!"

Wang Han was stunned for a moment, but he didn't expect that the capital of Si Di Dao, one of the Nine Paths in the World, would be involved.

"Why are you here..."

Before Wang Han finished speaking, Zhang Longling explained, "Song Buyan from Qin Tiandao asked me to wait here for the little Taoist master!"

Crow Man urged again, "Quickly leave! If you don't leave, it will be too late!"

The Northeastern guy was about to leave with Duanmu Jikang on his back.

Zhang Longling sat on the ground, "There is no need to run away. Old Song has said that as long as we drag the little Taoist master to come, things will turn around."

"What? My ninth brother is going to do that half-step toward the Yuan Dynasty? That's nonsense! Let's go!" The Northeastern guy kicked Zhang Longling's butt.

Zhang Longling ran too hastily just now and was injured again. It was a little difficult to breathe. After coughing a few times, "Old Song said, the little Taoist master Jiren has his own destiny, and someone will take action!"

The sound of rushing wind came.

The dead leaves on the ground in the distance were picked up by the strong wind, piercing the air and heading this way.

"苋面!" Ya Lao shouted.

Wang Han threw the noodles over.

Ya Lao clasped his face, raised his hand and pressed forward.

Countless black Qi body feathers and those leaves collided silently in mid-air and were annihilated silently.

The leaves collapsed and turned into dust, and a person stepped out from the dust.

He wore a snow-white cloak on his shoulders, and the snow-white fluffy collar made his already white skin look a little sickly white.

The slender fingers held a bright rose flower.

The dust is rolling in, but he is not stained by the dust.

Rub your fingers together, place the flower between your fingers in front of your nose and rotate it.

A soft laugh came out.

"Qin Tianliang, Xu Haozhou, Zhang Longling, and Duanmu Laogou are not particularly big fish, but they are not small fish either. This trip is worth it."

The Northeast guy carried Duanmu Jikang on his back and came to Wang Han's side, "Old Jiu, Sao guy didn't send anyone to escort you?"

"I don't know."

The white-faced and handsome man looked at the newcomers with interest, "Huh? Are there any new faces?"

"Is this the Duanmu Mingyi of Duanmu Laogou's second son? According to seniority, you should call me uncle!"

He turned to look at Shi Qingquan, "You have an aura that I am familiar with. You should be the contemporary witch god of Zhenlong Pavilion, right?"

Shi Qingquan is ready to invite the Nine Generations of Witch Gods at any time.

The white-faced man's eyes passed over the faces of Xiang Feng and the other young people, and he said with a disappointed smile, "Zhenlong Pavilion is really out of business! I think under the leadership of Wang Zhonglou, Zhenlong Pavilion has been glorious for a while. What! What a pity! Some things remain in the past after all! These young people should be the contemporary Dragon Suppressors, right? They look a little different!"

Fingertips pointed at everyone's face.

But when his fingers stopped at Wang Hanzhi, who was half-hiding behind the Northeastern guy, the white-faced man's hand trembled violently, and the flower branch held in the other hand was also broken.

Qi bodies all over the body slowly emerged.

The white-faced man took a step to the left, trying to see Wang Han's face clearly. His mouth was slightly open, his expression was nervous, and his throat couldn't stop rolling up and down. It was like buying a lottery ticket and waiting for the draw, and saw that the first few numbers matched. , staring at the plasma TV, waiting for the last number to appear.

The moment he saw Wang Han's face clearly.

The rose flowers exploded in the hands of the white-faced man.

Emotionally out of control, he screamed at Wang Han.

"How did you get out of there!"