Wang Lang was a little confused, and the dreadlocks next to the fat middle-aged man and the Shamatt on the ground were also a little confused.

Shamat stood up with instant noodles, finished a bucket of instant noodles in a few bites, drank the soup and threw the box into the trash can not far away. He wiped his mouth.

"Damn it! You can find it without any effort when you look for it! It's not that enemies don't get together, but I finally met it!" said Dirty Braider.

"Fifth Junior Sister, do you know him?" The fat middle-aged man pointed at Wang Lang and said in surprise.

"The last time I was arrested in Linghe City was thanks to him." Dicky Braider stared at Wang Lang viciously and took out a long whip from his back.

Shamatt burped.

"Time goes by, please ask the boss to come together, let's fight him four." Shamatt spoke.

The fat middle-aged man was stunned for a moment, "Second Brother, there is no need. I feel like I can win if the three of us beat him."

"I'll win long ago," said Shamatt.

Wang Lang took off the dragon sword from his back and carried the box with the knife in one hand.

Now I know who the fat man on the other side is, the apprentice of the Ghost Hand of the Thieves Emperor.

The dreadlocker is Qiuqiu. He was obviously sent to the police station by Wang Lang, but now he is out. Shamatt is Baili Changgu, and Wang Lang has a headache.

I looked around and found that at five o'clock in the morning, there were only passengers on the same bus with Wang Lang. After all, Wang Lang and the three were left at the exit.

"The Black Dragon King was intercepted here. The province was intercepted and killed by others in Fengtian Mountain. We still have to rob it." Baili Changgu took out a selfie stick from his back.

Qiuqiu shook the long whip in his hand, "I must kill him today."

Shi Yi rubbed his fat hands, "You fight, I'll attack."

Wang Lang took out his ears and grinned at the three of them.

Turn around and run.

Baili Changgu and the other two were stunned for a moment, and then followed him to chase him.

Wang Lang came to Chenyang City more than ten years ago, but more than ten years later, Chenyang City has simply changed. He didn't know where it was, so Wang Lang had to run wildly based on his feelings.

As for why not fight, Wang Lang also thought about it. It would take more than two days to go to Fengtian Mountain in Chenyang City. Basically, there were more mountain roads one day, and many people were intercepted along the way. Wang Lang did not have so much energy to fight with people, so he tried not to fight and save his energy.

Wang Lang didn't know where he was running. Anyway, he was just a blind chicken. Baili Changgu was running faster. Wang Lang ran fast, but with the dragon sword, his speed was still somewhat reduced. Baili Changgu was already fast, and the distance between the two was getting closer and closer.

As he got into an alley, Wang Lang ran wildly and turned around when he saw the fork in the road. Baili Changgu was chasing him relentlessly. What surprised Wang Lang the most was that the fat man was also chasing him, sweating profusely and breathlessly, but his speed was not bad at all.

I don’t know how far I ran, but the hundred-mile long distance behind Wang Lang was less than ten meters away.

A body suddenly fell from the sky and fell on Wang Lang's way.

A red sportswear, two words of struggle on the chest, and there is also a fighting behind it!

Thousand-handed Rakshasa!

Now it seems that Wang Lang, the six disciples of Ghost Hand, have seen five of them, and I don’t know whether the remaining one is strong or weak.

Four people were blocked at both ends of the alley, and Wang Lang was sandwiched in the middle.

There are real estate projects on both sides of the alley, so it is impossible to jump over it.

Qiuqiu held his knees with both hands, breathing slightly rapid. The fat man who caught up with him sat on the ground, "I'm so tired, so tired."

Wang Lang slowly opened the box and raised the dragon sword from it.

Holding the dragon sword with both hands.

"Master said that once you encounter the Black Dragon King, you can kill him without any reason. There is no need to catch the alive." Qianshou Rakshasa held a chicken claw in his hand, his mouth was oily, and his top pocket was full of two bags of chicken claws. I don't know where he stole it.

Baili Changgu draws a circle with a selfie stick in his hand, "Black Dragon King, your whole life is interpreting loneliness. You give me loneliness, I will give you traffic, I will give you lights and wine, I will give you the past to break, and I will give you what to do."

Wang Lang took out his ears, blew his fingers, slowly raised his hand, and slowly unsheathed the dragon sword.

Out of sheath moment.

The fat man shook his hand and threw out three stones, respectively, towards Wang Lang's eyes, crotch and knees. The ball's whip shook and wrapped around Wang Lang's dragon sword. A dagger flashed at the tip of the selfie stick in Baili Changgu's hand, and headed straight for Wang Lang's throat. Several iron rods slid from the Thousand-Handed Rakshasa sleeves and stabbed Wang Lang around him.

Almost all burst out in an instant, with four people, with clear division of labor and murderous aura floating in the whole alley.

The moment Wang Lang raised his eyes, his murderous aura boiled throughout the alley.

The scabbard opened three stones, and the dragon sword twisted, and the ball's whip became several pieces. Wang Lang shrank and jumped forward. He rubbed Baili Changgu's legs and jumped to Baili Changgu's back. Wang Lang lifted the knife and inserted it into himself. The dragon sword penetrated out of Wang Lang's armpit, and the cold blade rushed towards Baili Changgu's back heart.

The remaining half of the whip of the ball was swung towards Wang Lang's neck. While Wang Lang's scabbard caught the whip, Baili Changgu had already jumped forward and avoided Wang Lang's fatal blow.

The Thousand-Handed Rakshasa rushed over without any gaps, and the iron rod in his hand stabbed Wang Lang's whole body.

Wang Lang turned around and slashed, and the dragon sword directly cut off several iron drills.

Qiuqiu pulled the scabbard in his hand, and Wang Lang jumped towards Qiuqiu. The fat man moved and threw out several stones to stop Wang Lang.

But he never expected that Wang Lang's target was not the ball, but the time shift. Wang Lang forced his body and bent his legs, and his whole body ejected like a spring.

A slashed down with one sword.

Time-moving fat body tried hard to avoid it, but one arm was cut by Wang Lang.

The three men from Thousand-Handed Rakshasa, a hundred miles long lone ball behind him, joined forces.

Wang Lang turned around and grabbed Shi Zhiyi and blocked behind him.

Qianshou Luosha and Baili Changgu hurriedly stopped, and the whip in Qiuqiu's hand twitched towards Wang Lang in a bend.

Wang Lang shortened his body and cut Shi Yi's legs with one stroke. He moved Shi Yi forward and pushed him forward. Wang Lang jumped up, grabbed the knife with both hands, and slashed towards Baili Changgu.

Baili Chang leaned back alone, made a nearly twisted posture, kicking Wang Lang's lower abdomen with one foot, and the selfie stick in his hand was crossing Wang Lang's ferocious dragon sword.

The iron chisel in the Thousand Hands Rakshasa hand went towards Wang Langshe. Wang Lang turned his body in the air and released four black cards in his hand.

Heika wiped the Thousand-Handed Rakshasa and headed towards the ball gate.

Qiuqiu was a little busy for a moment, and the whip was blocking the circle. However, the black kaka was so sharp that it cut off the whip and left four scars on Qiuqiu's body.

Wang Lang slashed Baili Changgu with one sword, and then another sword, one sword faster than the other, and one sword was stronger than the other, and it became faster and stronger. In just a few moments, Baili Changgu directly forced Baili Changgu into the corner.

Thousand-handed Rakshasa swung his hands and the iron drill flew out.

Wang Lang stepped on the wall, climbed up the wall, and climbed four or five meters in one breath. Wang Lang kicked his body and fell backwards.

It fell right next to Qiuqiu. Qiuqiu was startled and was about to take action. Wang Lang flashed and pretended to hit him with his backhand, but the next second he picked up the scabbard on the ground and ran away.

The few people behind did not chase after him. Qianshou Luosha supported the ground with a gloomy face and turned her head to look at Baili Changgu, "Why do you feel that he is much better than in Linghe City?"

Baili Changgu looked at Wang Lang's back, "He didn't do his best with us in Linghe City."

At around 7 o'clock in the morning, Wang Lang found a fish shop.

After finding the boss, Wang Lang compared a gun with his hand.

The shop owner looked around and lowered his voice, "The odd change does not change?"
Chapter completed!