clang!

The wooden boards and iron pieces made an incredible sound of gold and iron fighting.

"Here you come!" Wang Lang, who was staring at the battle situation, suddenly spoke.

Mo Xiong's sword is faster than the other, one is more fierce than the other, and one is stronger than the other.

He slashed eight swords in one breath, one less than before Wang Lang.

But Wang Lang knew very well in his heart that the last two swords were hit by three swords.

The eighteenth slashes of the Crazy Knife were still slashed together. However, Wang Lang was almost disbanded with one knife and two knifes. It is hard to say how cruel this knife was to hit three knifes.

However, the smelly man used the wooden board in his hand to pick up eight knifes. After eight knifes, many parts of the wooden board had turned black, like charcoal.

The smelly man didn't stop and handed it forward.

The wooden board in his hand was directly split into two by Mo Xiong, but the man stinky man did not stop and continued to hand it forward.

One of the two-part wooden boards stabbed towards Mo Xiong's heart.

In desperation, Mo Xiong hurriedly pulled away and blocked his heart with his sword.

After a muffled groan, the iron piece in Mo Xiong's hand sank deep into a pit, with a wooden strip and one-half wooden board inserted on it.

The man was holding another half of the wooden board in his hand, and the top of the board was against the end of the other half of the wooden board.

Mo Xiong's face flushed, and he endured the fishy sweetness that was about to gush out.

The man took the wooden board and threw it away casually. "There are talents from the world who have been in charge of the world for hundreds of years. You and I are old. Don't really get involved in this kind of child's game."

After saying that, the man turned around and was about to leave.

Zhe Liu in the audience suddenly jumped out of the crowd, bowed his hands and looked excited, "Zhe Liu welcomed the return of the senior brother!"

Wang Lang took out his ears, "The Great Elder of Jianchi asked his heart."

"Isn't this person dead?" Li Yan next to him said in a deep voice.

"Where are you dead? You must be alive. You must be dead. If you ask me, I'm going to travel around the world to find opportunities." Hu Die next to me said.

"Past." Zhou Lanfeng spoke.

A group of seven people walked towards Wenxin.

"Zhou Lanfeng from Longmen met Senior Wenxin."

Seven people saluted one by one.

Wen Xin nodded with satisfaction, "I've grown up, it's great, it's great. If your master is here, I'll be very pleased."

Zhou Lanfeng bent down politely.

"Yunxin? Aren't you dead?" Qi Feng stood up and pointed at Yanxin, holding the microphone in his hand.

"Senior, don't pay attention to him, this person has something wrong with it." Wang Lang said.

Wen Xinduo glanced at Mr. Qifeng, and said nothing, and glanced at everyone casually, "There is nothing good at the martial arts conference. The disciples of Jianchi can go back. Seven nephews, I will take a step first, see you again if you are destined to be together."

Ask your heart to lead the way, Zhe Liu followed, and a group of people left.

"Although some small episodes happened in the middle, the selection of the leader of the martial arts world continued." Mei Bi, as the host, stood up and laughed loudly.

Wang Lang looked at it for a while and then left. When he left, Qifeng also followed him.

Wang Lang, who was so tired, followed Qifeng to Qifeng's house. Qifeng swept the empty chicken cage and entered the house, turning a blind eye, which was very different from Qifeng who was furious that day. This made Wang Lang very confused. He didn't know what plane Qifeng was going to do.

The Eight Great Vajras feel different, but I can’t tell where the specific difference is.

It was night before I knew it.

The martial arts conference was over, but with a few interludes, only the martial arts leader was selected today, and the last martial arts leader was still the one who was appointed before.

It is agreed that this person was appointed by several host sects of the martial arts conference. The purpose is that by then, these companies will not pay the martial arts leader to raise wages every year, but the martial arts leader can squeeze other families.

After dinner, a boy knocked on the door and said that he would play the stage to play at night.

The opera troupe was brought by Mr. Qi Feng and sang Qin Opera.

Wang Lang was very good at this, and he went there with the rest of the people at that time.

The ring was temporarily converted into a stage.

Wang Lang found a place, and seven people sat around the table. In the afternoon, the middle-aged man was the leader of the martial arts world. His words were smooth. Seeing Wang Lang and his other people coming, he hurriedly came with a wine glass.

Zhou Lanfeng knew the tempers of several junior brothers. Before the leader of the martial arts world came, he turned around and warned several junior brothers, "He is here to toast, don't say get out."

The six people nodded together.

After seven people accompanied the martial arts leader to have a drink, the martial arts leader hugged Zhou Lanfeng's neck a little, "Brother, from the first sight of you, I knew that you could not be without you in the dragon gate. I asked me to say, the dragon gate..."

Before he finished speaking, his six legs poked out together, and the leader of the martial arts world got out.

"Where is Qifeng?" Li Yan asked suddenly.

Wang Lang turned to look for it and found that Qi Feng didn't come. The show was arranged by Qi Feng, but it seemed a little wrong if Qi Feng didn't come.

"This grandson won't be damned, right?" Li Yan observed the surroundings vigilantly.

Several people observed around, but unexpectedly Qi Feng came, and smiled and greeted everyone before entering the seat.

"Senior Brother and Sister, do you have any feelings? I always feel that something is wrong with Qifeng since yesterday." Han Yin said in a low voice.

Wang Lang peeled a peanut and threw it into his mouth, "I came alone before, but Qifeng didn't touch me."

Zhang Minghao, who was rarely watching the show, said, "You are stupid, second brother, you can't even understand this. You are waiting for six of us to kill him together, and Qifeng is also waiting for six of us to come, so as to catch us all in one place."

"Really, fake? Lao Liu, are you making up for it?" Li Yan said.

"You can think of it by just using your brain, why do you make up randomly?" Zhang Minghao watched the show without blinking, and used his wholeheartedly.

"Then this grandson cannot be kept. Why haven't the master's wife come yet? When can we do it?" Li Yan said anxiously.

"Wait a little longer." Zhou Lanfeng kowtowed the melon seeds.

The light blower came over from a distance, and an old man was following him. After coming over, the light blower pulled a bench from the side. The two sat down, "Black Dragon King, Sa's family came to ask you something, how can that foreigner who is mom kill?"

Wang Lang glanced at the eyes and blew the lights, "Do you know where he is?"

He shook his head with a blow-out lamp, "I don't know, but I know where Shi Ling has gone. If you find Shi Ling, you can find a foreigner who is a mom."

"Where did you go?" Wang Lang asked.

"You tell the Sa family how to kill that foreign devil."

"Go to find Song Buwen and ask him to draw a talisman for you. You drank the talisman before you hit it. When you hit it, he would die. It would be useless to hit other places. Where did Shi Ling go?" Wang Lang said.

"Shi Ling is back to his hometown." He said with a blow-out light, "Shajia will introduce you to you. This is an old friend of the Sajia family. Qin Han, I have something to do with you."

The old man who asked Qin Han to get up and hand Wang Lang a business card, "Black Dragon King, I wonder if Huang Feishi told you about going to Heicheng?"
Chapter completed!