Wang Lang looked at the door sign and did not go to the wrong place.

"Who are you?"

The man had a messy hair, like a chicken coop, with a little red blood on his face, big eyes, a flat nose, a wide mouth, and a beard. He seemed to have not shaved for several days. He wore a red sportswear and two big characters on his chest.

struggle.

There is a line of English behind it.

Fighting!

I don’t know how many years have I worn sports shoes. I used to be a pair of white shoes that turned into yellow shoes, high-waisted socks, and socks wrapped around the legs of the trouser legs.

Seeing this outfit, Wang Lang couldn't help but think of someone.

"Who are you a ghost hand?" Wang Lang asked.

The man was stunned for a moment, "I haven't introduced myself yet, why did you recognize me?"

Wang Lang said nothing and put Yang Mohan on the ground and sat against the wall.

"I am the great disciple of Ghost Hand, Qianshou Rakshasa." The man introduced himself.

"Ghost Hand asked you to come?" Wang Lang asked.

Qianshou Rakshasa nodded, sat cross-legged on the sofa, opened a bag of beans and ate it, and drank another sip of wine, "My master asked me to pick up something from you. He is old and has a bad memory. I forgot to get it when I came to you last time."

"What?" Wang Lang stared at Qianshou Luosha.

The man stuck out his tongue and licked the bean residue in the gap between his upper teeth, took a sip of beer, "What's the name? What's it? Wait, I'll ask."

Qianshou Rakshasa called, "Hey! Xiaoliu! What's the name of Master asking me to come over and get things?"

After hanging up the phone, Qianshou Rakshasa gave Wang Lang a big smile, "I remember it, it's called Creation Pill."

Wang Lang sat opposite the Thousand-Handed Rakshasa, "I don't know what fortune pill you want."

Qianshou Luosha went to get the wine can, Wang Lang stretched out his hand to press it, Qianshou Luosha tried hard but found that his strength was not as strong as Wang Lang, so he went to get another can of beer, and Wang Lang pressed it with his hands again.

He grinned, Qianshou Rakshasa made a mistake in both hands, and somehow, he took a can of beer and took a sip.

"Of course you don't know what that is. I only knew yesterday. That thing was from many years ago. In ancient times, not long ago, you and Huang Feishu went to an ancient tomb in Guyuan City. There was a elixir furnace inside, and there was a elixir furnace inside the elixir furnace. My master asked, there was only a few people who entered the elixir furnace. There was also a fat monk who was sober. If the monk didn't take it, you would have to take it." Qianshou Luosha chewed the beans.

Wang Lang remained silent. He did take something at that time, and after taking it back, he found a place to put it down. He didn't know what the thing was for. Today, he seemed quite awesome.

"The thing is not in my hands." Wang Lang said.

Qianshou Rakshasa grinned, "I know, I have searched you here, and it is impossible to hide anything, so I have been waiting for you and ask you where the things are."

Wang Lang took out his ears, "Is this thing very powerful?"

Qianshou Rakshasa nodded, "Creation Pill, you can hear this name, it feels quite awesome to hear this name. How can it not be powerful?"

Wang Lang looked at Qianshou Luosha, "You all know that this thing is so powerful, and I asked me to give it to you. Are you crazy?"

Qianshou Rakshasa drank a sip of wine and was stunned for a moment, "You people in the city have a deep routine, and they tricked me in just a few words."

He turned his head and looked at Yang Mohan and the person from the Five Poison Sect, "I am familiar with these two people. Isn't this the fragrance master of the Five Poison Sect? This girl is a policeman. Why did you get them all?"

"Are you full?" Wang Lang asked.

Qianshou Rakshasa thought for a while, "It's okay, it's not very full. I saw frozen dumplings in the refrigerator, but after searching for a long time, I found that your house was not pot and I couldn't stand it anymore. So I ate some snacks."

Wang Lang felt that he was almost angry and laughed, "If you eat almost, just get out of here."

Qianshou Rakshasa looked embarrassed, "No, the thief doesn't leave, let alone I came with purpose. If I didn't get the things, how can I leave?"

Wang Lang took out his ears, "The thing is not in my hands."

"There is nothing else, I can only catch you back." Qianshou Rakshasa put down the wine jar.

Wang Lang was not moving as a mountain, and he felt a sudden burst of tears in front of him. One hand of Qianshou Luosha had reached Wang Lang's neck. Wang Lang twisted his backhand and grabbed Qianshou Luosha's hand, but the hand could not be grabbed like a slippery loach.

As the name suggests, the Thousand-Handed Rakshasa people move their hands around, giving Wang Lang the feeling that many hands slapped several acupoints on their bodies.

Wang Lang is strong and the Thousand-Handed Rakshasa is fast.

The two of them went back and forth, and Wang Lang finally slowed down. He finally found the right opportunity and punched him.

"Hey!" Qianshou Rakshasa covered her shoulders.

Moving his shoulders, the Thousand-Handed Rakshasa swept towards Wang Lang's eyes and the lower plate with both hands, and the speed was extremely fast.

Wang Lang jumped back, picked up the stool and smashed it over.

The stool flew to the side lightly.

Both of them stood on one side of the room and stared at each other.

Thousand-handed Rakshasa moved his shoulders, "It is a scam to put you on the 92nd place on the hero list."

Wang Lang took out his ears, "What is the list of broken chicken heroes? It's the trick of Qifeng, the old bastard, to drive the duck and put it on the shelves."

"Hey, there's someone who understands this." Qianshou Rakshasa grinned.

Wang Lang held a black card in his hand, "Aren't you leaving?"

"I have to catch you back, otherwise it will be difficult to get a job." Qianshou Rakshasa patted the struggle in his chest.

Wang Lang shook his hand and threw out the black card. Qianshou Luosha avoided it. The two almost flew up from both sides of the room and met in the middle of the room. They started fighting from mid-air and fell to the ground and were still fighting. They used both fists and feet at the same time. The two of them were extremely fast, so that the incense masters of the Five Poison Sect who were watching were a little dazzled.

It's a fucking martial arts movie with special effects.

Wang Lang turned around and pulled out his whip leg.

The heel hit the chin of Qianshou Rakshasa and was blocked by Qianshou Rakshasa, but there was still a gala sound. Qianshou Rakshasa's other hand was extremely fast and a monkey steals peaches.

You may not believe it after saying it, but the speed is so fast that it will directly break Wang Lang's crotch.

A gust of wind passed in the crotch of the pants.

That sour.

The two separated in an instant, and the Qianshou Rakshasa reached out and pressed it on his chin, pressed it hard, and with a slap, Wang Lang's dislocated chin was attached.

He opened his mouth and Qianshou Luosha stared at Wang Lang, "I'm so strong."

Wang Lang looked down at his crotch. Now he was like wearing open crotch pants, his underwear was not torn, but the chicken was in pain.

"Why can't you beat me?" Qianshou Luosha stared at Wang Lang and muttered.

He rushed up again while talking.

Wang Lang closed his eyes.

Thousand-handed Rakshasa stretched out his hand, and a few iron pliers slid out from his sleeve, and stabbed towards Wang Lang.

Wang Lang did not move. When the Thousand-Handed Rakshasa was about to come, Wang Lang twisted his waist and stepped firmly to the place where the Thousand-Handed Rakshasa intersected his chest and abdomen.

The Thousand-Handed Rakshasa flew up and landed on the other side of the house. After landing, it rolled on the spot and turned over and out of the balcony.

Before leaving, he cursed, "Hey, I'll go, your uncle, Huo Yuanjia!"

Wang Lang was about to chase after him, and a gunshot sounded.
Chapter completed!