Huang Feishi looked at Wang Lang, "The Dragon King is here."

Wang Lang took out his ears, took out the cigarette box, and prepared to light the cigarette.

Pan Yao looked at Wang Lang and spoke softly. Although the sound was not loud, he felt a lot of command, "No smoking is allowed here."

Wang Lang didn't stop, but lit a cigarette and threw a cigarette at Huang Fei Rat. Huang Fei Rat took it and lit it, took a sip, and looked at Pan Yao provocatively.

Pan Yao held a string of rosary in his hand, and his fat and short thumb twisted the rosary. His eyes flashed with murderous intent. He stared at Huang Feishi with a few hums, and he had no more words.

Wang Lang spit out a mouthful of cigarettes and looked at the one wearing a straw hat. From his appearance, he guessed who this person was. It should be that Liu Chenghan was almost the same. Unexpectedly, he had really gathered up a few people. Liu, Guan and Zhang all looked exactly the same as described in the Romance of the Three Kingdoms.

But Wang Lang really couldn't imagine who the hip-hop-style guy next to him was.

Liu Chenghan didn't ask anything more. Huang Feishu said clearly that Wang Lang was the dragon king of the Dragon Gate.

The thin old man raised his eyelids and looked at Wang Lang, then closed his eyes again, huddled in the corner of the wall, closing his eyes listlessly.

"Since everyone is all together, can you discuss what's next?" Qin Han spoke slowly.

No one spoke, and they all had their own ulterior motives and sat in their own position. Wang Lang closed his eyes and smoked, Huang Feishi and the rich man came and sat next to Wang Lang.

"Dragon King, can we go together this time?" Huang Feishi said in a low voice and said to Wang Lang's ear.

Wang Lang took out his ears, slammed Huang Feimao with his elbow, and asked him to stay away, "I'll say the same thing, do my own things after I go in."

"After entering, you have to listen to me!" Pan Yao suddenly inserted.

Wang Lang sneered, "What if I don't?"

Pan Yao stood up, and to put it a little badly, it looked like a pig standing up.

"Do you take yourself too seriously when you are arrogant in my big garden? I really think that the Black Dragon King of your Dragon Gate can jump up in our Black City?" Pan Yao shouted softly.

No one was trying to fight, they were just watching the situation, wanting to see what Wang Lang was going to do.

Wang Lang did not give in, but just argued with Pan Yao, took a sip of cigarettes, and looked at Pan Yao with a provocative expression.

Pan Yao sneered like a pig, "Success, Black Dragon King, you have a species. When you enter that place, I will make you arrogant."

Wang Langbang flew cigarette butts, "I'm afraid you are not the Black Dragon King."

Pan Yao sneered and sat down slowly.

"Everyone introduces each other and understands who it is. How about it?" Liu Chenghan said.

"I'll come first. I'm Liu Chenghan, my ancestor Liu Xuande. The one next to me is Zhuge Qing and his ancestor Zhuge Kongming. There are three brothers outside the door, Guan Lei, Zhang Teng and Zhao Le." Liu Chenghan said with a smile.

When everyone heard that the hip-hop young man was a descendant of Zhuge Kongming, they couldn't help but look at him.

"This is Mr. Di Qi, I have long been famous." Liu Chenghan bowed to the listless old man again.

"I'd like to ask you two, I'm proud of your surname?" Liu Chenghan looked at Qin Han and the King of Blowing Lanterns again.

Liu Chenghan, the king of blowing the lights, smiled slightly, "I am Qin and Han, the one next to me is the king of blowing the lights."

"Looking for a long time," Liu Chenghan bowed with sincerity, and that look really matched his ancestors.

Wang Lang glanced at the old man named Di Qi. He always felt that he had heard of the old man's name somewhere, but he couldn't remember it all at once.

Liu Chenghan looked at Huang Feishu again, "Who is this gentleman?"

Huang Feishi was called Mr. Huang, and was a little excited. He fiddled with his hair and waved his hand, "I'm not a sir. My name is Huang Feishi. Everyone in the industry knows that he is just a brick-moving person."

Liu Chenghan said oh, then looked at the rich man next to Huang Feishi, "Who is this?"

"My friend, Boss Ma Qingyue, this time I came to see the world. All the equipment costs were paid by Boss Ma for us." Huang Feishu explained.

What else was to say, but was interrupted by Pan Yao, "Everyone discuss the process and divide the labor and cooperate. I have an opinion. Among us, the best kung fu is the Black Dragon King. Let the Black Dragon King go in and find out the details first, and then we go in. How about it? How about making contributions to our actions?"

No one said anything. Huang Feishi grabbed the cigarette butt and rubbed it on the floor. He sneered, sat on the ground, and pulled Ma Qingyue to sit down.

"Boss Pan, you and I know that without the Black Dragon King, none of us can get in. Why do you do this?" Qin Han spoke slowly.

"You want to go in? That's OK, but after entering, you listen to me. You have to do whatever I say. Otherwise, no one wants to go in. If you dare to break out, I will ask him to come to Heicheng vertically and leave Heicheng horizontally, no matter whether you are the Dragon King or the Snake King." Pan Yao said harshly.

Wang Lang took a deep breath of cigarette, flicked his fingers, and the cigarette butt drew a beautiful arc and hit Pan Yao. Pan Yao reached out to hit him, but the speed was a little bit short. The cigarette butt still hit Pan Yao's face, and sparks splashed. Pan Yao made a pig cry in pain.

"Di Qi, get him for me!" Pan Yao pointed at Wang Lang and shouted angrily.

Wang Lang stood up slowly.

Di Qi also opened his eyes and looked at Wang Lang calmly.

puff!

Di Qi opened his mouth and a silver needle suddenly shot towards Wang Lang. The moment Wang Lang turned his head and dodged Di Qi had already touched it, and his hands were like chicken claws sweeping towards Wang Lang's abdomen.

Wang Lang's abdomen contracted and avoided Di Qi's claws, but Di Qi still cut two holes in his clothes, which was so fast that it was overwhelming.

Slap!

Wang Lang's fists and Di Qi's claws collided together, and the muscles and bones collided. The sound made was like two iron rods collided together, which felt very striking.

After closing his fist, Wang Lang moved his fingers and it hurt a lot. This is not a dragon claw hand, but it is similar to the principle of the dragon claw hand. The dragon claw hand does not have very high requirements for dark force, but it has a good control over the human body structure and can easily divide the tendons and bones. However, Di Qi's skill is different, and the requirements for dark force are higher. He releases a greater force in an instant, and strives to achieve that effect with one claw.

Neither of them wanted to stop. In addition to their moves, they also had hidden power.

Di Qi's body passed by the ground, and he pulled his claws towards Wang Lang's crotch. Wang Lang jumped up and stepped on the back of Di Qi's hand. Four clear scratches were cut out on the ground.

Di Qi's thin body turned Thomas, his toes were facing upwards, and he kicked Wang Lang's chest, and a sharp blade suddenly appeared in the soles of his shoes.

Wang Lang stepped on Di Qi's lower abdomen, turned around and jumped, clenched his fists, and pounded Pan Yao's fat head.
Chapter completed!