The fat monk laughed, "It's not surprising that Brother Du is not walking in the world and doesn't know some things in the world. As I said before, among the four people holding the Nine Dragon Seal, Huang Feishi is just a master of the twelve dynasty, and Iron Jiba is not worth mentioning. The leader of the Mad Sword Sect, your twelve teeth will be fully capable of getting that thing from him, but the King of Light Blowing Lights is not comparable to your twelve teeth."

Mr. Du covered his chest, "What do you say?"

"The King of Blowing the Light has been famous for a long time, and his strength is unfathomable. He is one of the fourteen kings in the world."

"The fourteen kings of the rivers and lakes?" Mr. Du asked again.

The fat monk nodded, "There are an emperor and a lord in the world, and the two emperors and fourteen kings, and this King of Light Blowing the Light is one of the fourteen kings."

"What do you say?" Mr. Du asked in a deep voice, enduring the pain.

"One emperor and one lord are talking about the Dragon Emperor of the Dragon Gate and the Phoenix Valley. The two emperors refer to the Fire Emperor and the Thieves Emperor. Among the fourteen kings, the seven dragon kings that wrap the Dragon Gate, the Light Blowing Light King, the Fire King, the Knife King, the Gu King, the Poison King, the Gu King, the Gu King, the Gu King, the Gu King, and the Medicine King." The fat monk said in a leisurely manner.

Mr. Du rubbed his chest as if he was tired. The woman in black leather next to him reached out to help rub it.

"This Longmen is the ancient sect you mentioned that has been passed down for thousands of years?" Mr. Du asked again,

"That's right." The fat monk nodded.

Mr. Du turned his head and glanced at Qian Shuhao. After Qian Shuhao nodded, Mr. Du continued to ask.

"What are the emperors and princes you just said? Why are there so many people in Longmen?" Mr. Du coughed violently again when he spoke, feeling that he was about to cough out everything in his chest.

Wang Lang felt uncomfortable when he heard it behind him. He stuffed the orange peel into his pocket, prepared it and made tea.

"Brother Du, how powerful the Longmen is. There was a saying decades ago that half of the Jianghu is the Longmen."

"What about now?" Mr. Du said curiously.

"Hehe, it's all dead. If it weren't for the Dragon Emperor of Longmen, Emperor Fu Ji, who had not forced the Dragon Gate to make the Dragon Gate come alive, the Dragon Gate might have disappeared long ago." The fat monk ate the dried fruit next to him.

"Why did the light blowing king go off again as he spoke?" Mr. Du kept his throat from coughing.

Wang Lang took out his ears, and the bottom of his feet was cold. Half of his feet was soaked in the water, so it would be strange if he could feel good. I really don’t know what Mr. Du called him in the middle of the night. Do you want to see him vomit blood when he performs?

The fat monk continued his initial words, "This King of Light Blowing Light Master was the master of Master Dud Lamp. Master Dud Lamp is not well-known in the world. Many people don't even know that he has this magic name. However, those who have really come into contact with Master Dud Lamp know that Master Dud Lamp is a real master. Many people say that he passed away, but he did not pass away and is still alive. Of course, I have never seen him. It was a person I have seen before that he taught all his life to King of Light Blowing Light Blowing Light Blowing Light Blowing Light Blowing Light Blowing Light Blowing Light Blowing Light Blowing Light Blowing Light Blowing Light Blowing Light Blowing Light Blowing Light Blowing Light Blowing Light Blowing Light Blowing Power is not what people in the world say. He has a scar on his head, and the scar is lit by Master Dud Lamping himself. It is not to let him quit killing and anger, but to seal the aura of King of Light Blowing Light Blowing Light Blowing Light Blowing Light Blowing Light Blowing Power and prevent him from releasing all his power.

The killing spirit of the Light Blowing King is not as deep as before, so he gradually broke the blockade and his strength is steadily rising. If the Light Blowing King is really forced to release all his power, it will be an incalculable energy."

Wang Lang listened clearly with his ears behind him, and he was wondering, "There is this?" Wang Lang also knew that he had never heard of this before. Why did the der-pinching and the rag-retard scar have something to do? This is not the version I heard before.

Wang Lang continued to listen with his ears pricked up.

The fat monk continued to say, "So, Brother Du, if you want to get the Nine Dragon Seal, you can only let your ace take action. You can only say that your ace doesn't necessarily win completely, and your twelve teeth will cooperate to take action."

Mr. Du frowned, "Don't you necessarily win completely?"

The fat monk squinted his eyes and smiled, "Your trump card has been suppressed for too long. If you inject the potion for a long time, it will become worse than before. I suggest that you should not inject the potion in the future."

Wang Lang took out his ears, why did he hear that Mr. Du has a very awesome person? It is quite difficult to continue this task, and the opponent he faces is quite strong.

Mr. Du remained silent, not knowing what he was thinking about with his brow frown.

Suddenly, Mr. Du sprayed a mouthful of blood again. He felt an uncontrollable feeling. The woman in black leather hurriedly wiped the blood from Mr. Du's chin.

The fat monk hurriedly reached out and held Mr. Du's wrist to take his pulse. After a while, he pointed his finger at the blood spitting on the table and put it on the tip of his nose and smelled it. The fat monk sighed slightly, "Brother Du, I'm terminally ill. If I don't treat it, it's really too late."

"How...how to save?" Mr. Du asked while coughing.

The fat monk was silent for a while, "There is only one most effective way in a short period of time."

"What method?" Mr. Du was also impatient.

"Break poison with poison." The fat monk said slowly.

Mr. Du frowned with his unreleased brows, his chest was fluctuating violently, and he was so thin that he was like a skeleton stylus.

"How do you say it?" Mr. Du's throat was bloody, and the voice he spoke sounded strange, which made people feel very uncomfortable.

"I know a friend from the world. In my early years, I was the apprentice of the previous generation of poison kings. I can ask him to come out and help you suppress the poison." The fat monk wiped the blood on his hands.

"The apprentice of the Poison King in the early years?" Mr. Du suddenly found the point of the sentence.

The fat monk nodded, "This person's name is Cao Yujun. He was the second disciple of the previous generation of Poison King. Because he was young and ignorant, he poisoned the Poison King's daughter to death while playing. He was afraid that the Poison King would pursue it, so he hid his name for decades. After the Poison King died, he dared to show up. In the past few decades, he has been studying how to use poison to attack poison. You can give him a try."

Mr. Du lowered his head, curled up into a lump, looking extremely pitiful. He coughed violently for a long time and felt that the organs in his body were coughing out. Finally, Qian Shuhao walked up and took out a syringe from his pocket to inject a yellow-green liquid into his needle. Mr. Du's mood gradually calmed down. After a while, Mr. Du turned his head and spit out a mouthful of bloody phlegm, and the afterglow swept Wang Lang.

"Why haven't he left yet?" Mr. Du looked unhappy.

Qian Shuhao turned his head and looked at Wang Lang, "Go back."

Wang Lang finally waited for this sentence, pretended to say goodbye, turned around and ran away happily.

According to the memory just now, Wang Lang was stunned as he ran. He was so lost and ran away from the road. He didn't know where he came, but he could still hear the sound of playing.

It was an empty grassland with a fire in the middle, with a roasted lamb on it. Aside the fire was standing a helpless girl. Around the fire, a group of men and women were surrounded by hand, all of whom were domineering, wearing famous brands, and screaming at the helpless girl in the middle, full of provocation and mocking.

When the girl saw Wang Lang, she looked like she was emitting light, as if she had seen a savior.
Chapter completed!