Mr. Zhao was stunned for a moment, then muttered to himself, "Zhao Yin?"

Wang Lang smiled and said, "Yes, it's the current Lord of the Purple Emperor Pavilion."

Mr. Zhao said oh, "He is my grandson."

Wang Lang was speechless. This old man was awesome. He thought about everything his grandchildren called for a long time.

There was a noisy outside, and the sound was that the downstairs had exploded. I don’t know what happened, but Wang Lang opened a crack in the window and looked down, and found that a group of people were besieging a small group of people.

The group of people was led by a middle-aged man carrying a sword. The middle-aged man seemed not good at speaking and was taciturn, so he was besieged and did not speak a word. He just looked at the group of people across the street.

The middle-aged man followed several young people, all of whom were full of energy. He first argued, but then he started to turn red with his eyes and swords facing each other. At this moment, several lay on the ground.

Wang Lang'erjian, I heard that this small group of people were from Jianchi. Because the people from Jianchi had a good personal relationship with the people from Longmen, the people below did not dare to offend Longmen, so they had to bully the people from Jianchi. Moreover, there were only four or five people from Jianchi. The leader was Zheliu, one of the nine swords of Jianchi.

The Zheliu Wang Lang knew that this person was not only taciturn, but also easily sleepy. He was in a state of confusion no matter when he was standing, squatting, sitting, and sleeping. No matter what the surrounding environment looked like, as long as he let go of his thoughts, he could sleep until the end of time.

Even though this confused boy is sleepy at this moment, he is still confused when he is being stabbed around his neck by someone, and his eyes cannot be opened.

Wang Lang took out his ears, took out his gun and pointed it at someone below to shoot.

How could Zhe Liu, a confused boy, suddenly fell forward, and the crowd surrounded seemed to be torn apart by a magical force.

By the time everyone realized it, Zheliu had already rushed through the encirclement with a few disciples from the Jianchi.

Someone wanted to yell and chase after him, but when he raised his hand, he found that the weapon in his hand was broken at some point.

The crowd was quiet and a little depressed.

Zheliu looked at the winding mountain road sleepily, and spoke two words for the first time.

“So sleepy.”

After saying that, he climbed up the steps alone and walked backwards. A group of people wanted to chase after him but did not dare to chase him.

General Kui, Hou Zhao swallowed an iron bean, "The kung fu is good, and this child's sword intent has already taken shape. In time, if this child does not die young, he will be able to practice sword qi. At that time, there will definitely be a sword myth in the world."

Wang Lang took out his ears and looked at the group of people below. None of them chased after him. After a long stalemate, someone took the lead in going back to the restaurant, saying that he would continue to look for the Black Dragon King.

After looking at Zhao Hou, Wang Lang spoke tentatively, "Senior, can I leave?"

Zhao Hou raised his eyelids slightly, "You can go, keep the one you have with me. I can play with you when I'm bored."

When Wang Lang heard this, the old man wanted to play games, but hesitated, "Senior, this thing is called a mobile phone. My mobile phone was left to me by someone who is very important to me before his death. It means a lot to me. How about I'll go downstairs and get you a mobile phone?"

Zhao Hou turned his back to Wang Lang and ate iron beans without saying anything. The atmosphere was a little depressing. Wang Lang said with a tough forehead, "Senior, wait for a moment."

After saying that, Wang Lang climbed out of the window, swung the veils, and then swung into the third floor. He rolled on the spot. Wang Lang raised his hand and shot two shots, pointing the two people in the room. The rest of the people were a little confused at the beginning, but after reacting, they rushed over. Wang Lang touched the phones on the two of them and then jumped out of the third floor and climbed up to the fourth floor. He walked in through the window and placed the phone respectfully on the table in front of Zhao Hou.

I used my phone to scan and untie the lock screen of the phone I received, and downloaded a King of Pesticides for Zhao Hou.

A rumbling sound came from the stairs outside, and the bees squeezed towards the fourth floor, but the sound stopped halfway.

After a series of sounds in the slumber outside, it was so quiet that it was scary.

Wang Lang stood beside the old man in a proper manner and watched the old man start playing games.

After a while, Mr. Zhao turned his head and said, "I'm not leaving yet, wait for me to see you off?"

Wang Lang immediately walked over the window obediently.

After jumping out of the window, I found that the group of people just now were standing on the first floor of the restaurant and on the stairs on the second floor. Everyone was quiet and silent.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Wang Lang ran away.

I don’t know which ill-ethical thing noticed Wang Lang with sharp eyes, and roared, and a group of people rumbling to chase Wang Lang.

Wang Lang turned around and shot several times.

The mountain road is very steep. Although it can be roughly seen as a step, the slope of the mountain is steep.

There are many people running fast behind, but Wang Lang gave them a luxury peanut package.

While running, he actually caught up with Zheliu and his men before.

Wang Lang heard the disciples next to Zheliu from a distance and said unhappy, "Uncle Master, why did Longmen provoke people from the entire world? He insisted that our Jianchi be a shield? It's because our Jianchi has a good relationship with Longmen? But this is too unfair, right? Why?"

Zhe Liu was sleepy in a daze, and the disciple said nothing but knew if Zhe Liu heard it.

Wang Langfeng rushed past several people in a hurry. Several disciples were confused. After reacting, a disciple pointed at Wang Lang's back, "That seems to be the Black Dragon King."

As soon as he finished speaking, a group of people shouted and scolded and chased after him wildly.

Wang Lang, who was in front of him, turned around and fired a shot from time to time, but he didn't know whether these people took hormones or what happened. The desperate pursuit made Wang Lang wonder if these people were under control.

After climbing over the mountain, he jumped down the mountain again, and Wang Lang finally stopped in front of a turbulent river.

The river water is very wide, but there are no bridges, but eleven wooden stakes are inserted into the river.

The reason why Wang Lang stopped was because on the wooden stake in the middle was a pot cover with his hands and his arms closed, his eyes closed.

The pot cover slowly opened his eyes, his eyes were cold, and a disdainful smile appeared on the corner of his lips, "Black Dragon King, I have been waiting here for a long time. I will do the first level of Fengtian Mountain. Can I pass it?..."

Before the pot hat could finish his words, Wang Lang shot him with one shot.

"It's so fucking too much."

Wang Lang jumped over the wooden stake, and fell into the river with the cover. If he had a great life, he should be able to survive.

After crossing the river, Wang Lang did not leave, filled the gun with bullets and waited for the people to chase after him.

After chasing him, a group of people found Wang Lang laughing on the other side of the river.

"Do you!" someone yelled.

A group of people were preparing to wade across the river. After getting into the water, they found that they could not get through the water at all. Wang Lang pointed one and was washed away by the water.

It was just like this, no one dared to come.

Wang Lang was about to play with those people, but who knew that a woman's crying sound suddenly came from behind him.

"Oh, my baby! You died so miserably!"
Chapter completed!