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Chapter 1793 Can't Die(1/2)

A figure soared into the sky.

Finally, it landed steadily on the top drum.

Pick up three incense sticks from the table next to it to light them.

Wow!

All the disciples of Longmen kneeled on the ground.

Wang Lang flew up and fell on the second layer of drum and knelt.

Huangfu Ji slowly knelt in front of the tablet, his voice loudly.

"Sacrifice for ancestors! Kowtow!"

The sound is huge.

The crackling sound of firecrackers filled the whole world.

Huangfu Ji slowly stood up.

Pick up a black and gold thing the size of a tablet from the table next to it and hold it in your hand. I don’t know what it was.

Seeing this, Wang Lang flew up and finally landed steadily in front of Huangfu Ji. Looking at Huangfu Ji's expression, Wang Lang's expression was complicated.

To this day, Wang Lang still has not been able to be the mentality of crowning the Dragon Emperor.

The remaining five dragon kings of the Dragon Gate soared into the sky and fell on the second drum and knelt on the second floor.

Then, the elder of Longmen jumped onto the third layer of drum and knelt down.

The disciples of Longmen were on the side, and the heroes invited from the martial arts world stood up after commemorating the ancestors of Longmen and watched the crown of the Dragon Emperor from afar.

Huangfu Ji turned around slowly and handed the thing in his hand to Wang Lang.

Wang Lang, who was kneeling in front of Huangfu Ji, stretched out his hands and took them from Huangfu Ji's hand.

It's like an enlarged black card, the material is exactly the same, but when you touch it, you always feel that it's a little different from Wang Lang's original black card, but you can't tell what's the difference for a while.

Wang Lang knelt in front of Huangfu Ji and nodded slightly.

"Bring incense and kowtow!" Huangfu Ji said softly.

Wang Lang stood up, burned incense and kowtowed.

Huangfu Ji gently stretched out his hand to block Wang Lang's sky spirit cover and whispered.

"Harry light and dust, and roll with the times; the scales and wings are hidden, and the thoughts belong to the wind and clouds."

Wang Lang lowered his head and repeated what Huangfu Ji said just now.

"Harry light and dust, and roll with the times; the scales and wings are hidden, and the thoughts belong to the wind and clouds."

"From now on, Wang Lang will be the contemporary Dragon Emperor of Longmen. You will wait for the Dragon King, elders, guardians, hall masters, and disciples of Longmen. If you violate the order, you will abolish your kung fu and you will not enter the Dragon Gate for generations!"

All the disciples of Longmen knelt there, and there was no other sound at the scene, only Huangfu Ji's calm voice.

The sound was not loud, but it fell steadily into everyone's ears.

Huangfu Ji said softly.

"If there is only one person here, the dragon gate will be there."

"Disciple Wang Lang, please follow your teachings."

"Wang Lang received the flag!" Huangfu Ji got a flag from somewhere.

Wang Lang stood up and took the flag.

"All disciples of Longmen, pay homage to the Dragon Emperor!"

"Meet the Dragon Emperor!"

The sound waves are rolling and surging.

Wang Lang held the flag that had been through vicissitudes in his hand and looked at the densely packed disciples of the Dragon Gate below.

"The dragon gate of the ages is recommended to Xuanyuan with blood, and every man in the hall is just for peace!"

Wang Lang shouted loudly toward the bottom.

"All men! Just seek peace!"

Everyone below yelled immediately.

The intention of solemnity is getting heavier and heavier, just like a thick cloud that cannot be dissolved in the hearts of many people.

Wang Lang raised the flag in his hand.

Moo!

A voice came from afar.

I saw a huge figure coming from a distance, and finally circling upwards, steadily hovering at the top, protecting Wang Lang beside me.

From other perspectives, it is like the Black Dragon is Wang Lang's entourage.

"Tomorrow, the disciples of Longmen will move, raise troops and prepare horses, accumulate energy, and kill and kill dragons and kill life." Wang Lang said softly.

"Sacrifice for ancestors, kowtow, and move home."

Wang Lang was wearing a flag, just like he was wearing a cloak.

Go back to the fragrance and kowtow.

A trembled in his hand.

A little spark flew out, and a string of firecrackers hanging not far away began to explode.

Wang Lang jumped down from above.

Many disciples of Longmen stood up one after another.

The other side.

Many bigwigs from the world gathered together, and many people from the sects came.

Many people are known to Wang Lang.

Among them, several bigwigs from the Creation Realm also came.

Song Buwen stood there, looking at Wang Lang with a smile.

Wang Lang smiled slightly at Song Buwen, stepped forward and bowed politely, "You are here, old man."

Song Buwen patted Wang Lang on the shoulder, "It's gratifying."

"Dear seniors and colleagues, we have summoned all heroes here today to kill the Dragon Slaying Life."

"What, you kill me, just do it. Where did you get so many things? Day by day, I'm so shocked that I'm going to run over with a cold leg.

You can't send a WeChat message and make a phone call. If you really can't, you can start a live broadcast. I'm here to work for me from afar. I've been making a fuss and making a fuss about this for a long time. You're just a joke. You're just a joke."

A middle-aged man with a little dark skin, big waist and round waist, and a social appearance stood there. It was cold weather. He wore a vest on his upper body, a big shorts on his lower body, and flip-flops on his face. Those who didn't know thought he was on vacation in Sanya.

"Zhao Milong, I can see if you can do it. Will love come? No one is begging you to come." A woman next to her rolled her eyes.

"You old lady are asking for trouble, right? You're used to it every day. If I were your man, I would teach you how to be a human being with a big mouth."

A man stood next to the woman, with his neck tucked and a melon-skin hat, but he just smiled and didn't say anything.

"You are so slutty, look at your damn piercing! Every day, I will lose the faces of our masters. You will lose all the faces of the men!" Zhao Milong patted his face and looked over there with contempt.

"My four loves."

"I'll go to you..." Zhao Milong's face became even more contemptuous.

I didn't even scold the swear words afterwards.

"......Love love, what do you love, what, Huangfu Ji, old thing, I'm frozen here for a long time, and don't give me a cigarette?" Zhao Milong said carelessly.

Huangfu Ji was discussing things with Pan Renfeng on the side, but after hearing what he said, he slowly walked over.

"What did you say?"

"Brother Ji, I miss me so much, let me hug you." Zhao Milong went over and gave Huangfu Ji a bear hug.

"Come on, brother Ji, smoke a cigarette." Zhao Milong lit a cigarette for Huangfu Ji attentively.

The group of people next to him were laughing and crying.

Huangfu Ji took a sip of cigarette, "Everyone, go to the back mountain later and discuss the time and countermeasures. After the end, you will go back to your house. When the time is right, you will gather together to kill the Dragon Slayer."

"Okay, okay, I've heard of Ji Brother, have you heard of you? Why are you laughing at me? Listen to my Ji Brother? Who is the damn thing if you don't listen to my Ji Brother, you will be unable to get along with me!"

Zhao Milong patted his chest that was so cold that it was blue and purple.

Huangfu Ji turned around and left.

"Song Buwen, you old guy, why are you laughing at?" Zhao Milong came over casually.

He hugged Song Buwen, and was so enthusiastic that he felt like a good brother wearing a pair of pants.

Song Buwen moved to the side.

"What are you doing, just hide." Zhao Milong forced Song Buwen to hug him.

Song Buwen squeezed a smile on his face, "I'm going to eat vegetarian food today."

"What does it have to do with me whether you eat vegetarian food or not? You are so stupid, I'm not happy to hug you."

Song Buwen squeezed out a smile, "The donor's armpits have cumin flavor."

"What?"

Zhao Milong raised his arm, sniffed it at the armpit, and opened his mouth and retching.

It made everyone laugh.
To be continued...
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