The old man laughed and his hands retracted into his wide sleeves. "Wolf Poison Flower, do you have to go against me for a girl who has nothing to do with you?"

"You don't know." Lan Huaer looked at the old man with a expressionless face.

The old man laughed, and as the old man's laughter became louder and louder, Wang Lang heard a rustling sound, just like the sound of walking on the ground wearing shoes.

I felt something was wrong in my heart. Wang Lang turned around and looked around. The chrysanthemums were trembling at that time.

I only saw snakes rushing in from all directions, all kinds of snakes, but they were basically triangular heads, and these snakes were basically poisonous.

Wang Lang counted about a few hundred, including many snakes with adult arms. It seems that these snakes are small leaders, and each snake has a bunch of little brothers under his hands.

Just like a large army of snakes, the largest snake standing next to the old man was the handle of all snakes, and the rest were small leaders of all sizes, but the final command of all snakes was still in the hands of the old man.

The old man grinned and said, "Since that's the case, I can only hit you. I haven't hit anyone for a long time."

While talking, the old man moved his muscles and bones.

After saying that, a very strange sound suddenly came from the old man's mouth, and he saw all the snakes rushing towards Wang Lang and Orchid.

A very strange sound was also made from the mouth of the 7 or 8-meter-long snake, and its bloody mouth came towards the orchid.

Wang Lang held the black card in his hand and his eyes turned, wanting to find a handy weapon to fight.

All the snakes were heading towards Orchid. Orchid looked at Wang Lang with a expressionless face and said, "Protect Xueer."

After saying that, Orchid jumped and headed towards other places. The snakes were basically attracted by Orchid.

Only Wang Lang and the old man were left in the field, and there were a few snakes with the same thickness as their arms. These snakes were like spiritual connections, and their upper bodies stood up to look at Wang Lang, which looked very funny. But Wang Lang couldn't laugh at this moment.

His own realm is just the same as this old man, but Wang Lang still holds Qi Guxue in his arms.

Wang Lang is sometimes speechless. These people in the world have good kung fu, and it seems that they will go wherever Wang Lang goes. They can't see them in the late stage of returning to the realm on weekdays, but as long as Wang Lang goes, these people will appear, just like someone deliberately arranged it.

"My friend, give this girl to me, and I will let you go." The old man pointed at Qi Guxue in Wang Lang's arms.

Wang Lang looked at the old man with a gaze and asked innocently, "Then if I don't give her to you, can you let me go?"

The sincere eyes made people reluctant to beat and scold them.

The old people were all a little amused and crying, "No."

Wang Lang said, "Then can you not fight with me? Let's sit and chat for a while. If you convince me, I will hand over the person to you?"

The old man looked at Wang Lang as if he had seen a strange thing, "What do you think?"

"Then should we talk about history or family matters?"

Wang Lang didn't think about it either. It was mainly because he had a fight with Luoyang before, but Wang Lang's breath had not come back yet. It was indeed a bit difficult to fight again now.

The old man was obviously surprised by Wang Lang's words, but he didn't expect that he would have such a brilliant answer.

"It's okay to chat. If you want to chat, you can hand that girl to me and we'll chat. I'll chat with you whatever you want." The old man pointed to the Qi Gu snow path in Wang Lang's arms.

"Look at you, this is not a joke. How could I give you someone? Let's just talk about 50 cents." Wang Lang smiled softly.

The old man snorted coldly. "I wasted my time, so I had to kill you and take this little girl."

After saying that, the old man jumped and rushed towards Wang Lang.

Wang Lang took a breath, adjusted his condition, and carried Qi Guxue on his back with his back, took off his shirt and tied the waists of the two people together to fix them, so that he could let go of his hands and fuck the old man.

The old man's hands, half-snake-scaled, slapped Wang Lang's head.

Wang Lang waved a punch and directly hit the old man's palm.

Bang!

The two separated.

A strange feeling came from the fist, as if a punch hit a leather bag.

Wang Lang's punch was all superimposed on the seventh level of the dragon. After one punch, Wang Lang looked down at the fact that there were many tiny scales on his fist. He reached out and wiped it, and found that it could be wiped off, and there was still blood on it.

When I went to see the old man again, I saw that the old man's hand was slowly bleeding and his whole arm was trembling.

To put it bluntly, this old man's own combat power is average, and Wang Lang even dared to conclude that the old man fought with others for less than ten times. He should have the snake he raised to fight, so no matter which aspect, this old man's individual combat ability is weak.

In the late stage of the Peak Return Realm, if this old man was in front of a person like Ghost Hand, he could beat the shit out. It would not be beneficial to Wang Lang.

Wang Lang clenched his fists and had already gained a solid foundation for the old man's combat power.

Kung Fu cannot just reach the level, but also needs to be constantly tempered through practical training. For example, Wang Lang has never stopped in actual combat since childhood. I don’t know how many times I have experienced the anger crisis. I have moved countless times under the sickle of the God of Death. This has created Wang Lang’s current strong skills. He has practiced everything. He cannot just say nothing but fake styles.

The old man was fucked by Wang Lang with a punch, and a strange sound was made from his mouth, and the snakes rushed towards Wang Lang.

Wang Lang took out his ears, looked at the six directions, and listened to all directions. His hands opened and closed. Within a few strokes, he wrapped the snakes together and tied them up a knot. The more he struggled, the tighter he wrapped.

The old man frowned and something fell from his sleeve. Wang Lang looked closely and knew that this old guy was going to play with his vagina.

Clear Soul Smoke.

Before the old man lighted the incense, Wang Lang shook his hands and saw a few black cards. The black cards pulled out a string of phantoms and came to the old man's hand in a flash, and directly cut the things in the old man's hand. If the old man hadn't dodged in time, the hand would have almost disappeared.

But just as Wang Lang threw out the black card, the old man's pupils suddenly shrank, as if he had remembered something, staring at Wang Lang tightly, his expression was full of disbelief, "Dragon Gate Black Card? Are you a member of the Dragon Gate? Black Card, you are the Black Dragon King of the Dragon Gate."
Chapter completed!