Wang Lang had a temper at that time, "Don't you bet the damn Luoquan fart, you 100 or 200 people hit me, what's wrong with me using a gun?"

"You are the Black Dragon King of Dragon Gate. If you have the seed, come down to fight us. If you don't have the seed, you will continue to be a turtle upstairs!" I don't know who yelled.

Wang Lang shot twice in that direction, "I'm just a coward, you have a trespass to get up and fuck me."

"A young turtle grandson! Shameless!" someone yelled again.

Wang Lang fired two shots at that place.

"I'm shameless, what's wrong? If you have shame, who dares to come up and fight me one-on-one?" Wang Lang stretched his neck and roared.

"The Black Dragon King is shameless, we don't want it either." I don't know which der yelled.

Wang Lang threw all the chairs at the entrance of the stairs and blocked them. He pulled out the dragon sword and walked towards the window, and cut a big hole with one knife.

After several times of bangbang, Wang Lang cut the iron guard net outside the window into pieces, which was enough for Wang Lang to get out.

Someone downstairs exclaimed, "No, this turtle grandson is going to escape!"

Then he heard someone rushing upstairs, and Wang Lang shot two more shots at the stairs.

I got out of the window, and when I put away my knife, I was about to jump down. Who knew that as soon as I jumped out, the person was still in the air. The window of the attic on the fourth floor broke and a chain rushed out of it. Wang Lang was still in the air and could not turn the direction at all. The chain wrapped around Wang Lang's waist and pulled it hard, and Wang Lang was dragged into the fourth floor.

The people chasing Wang Lang ran out from the first floor and found that there was no one below, so they returned to the third floor to chase.

Wang Lang felt that his waist was almost broken just now, and he rolled his eyes in pain.

The attic is not big, and there are even some small ones. There is a pair of armor hanging on the wall, which is golden and beautiful. There is a weapon stand next to it, with a long spear on it. It is a serious spear, more than two meters and a diameter of five centimeters. There is a rubble of white tassel hanging in front of the spear, the body of the spear is silver-white, and the tip of the spear emits a cold and cold light.

There is a bookcase standing on one wall of the attic, and it is full of ancient books. If you look closely, you will find that they are all about placing troops and formations. However, they are covered with dust and spider webs.

The only light in the house was not far from Wang Lang. There was a table with a plate of peanuts and a pot of wine on the table. There were also handwritings on the table, which were written in wine.

Yue Fei's "Manjianghong's Writing of Thoughts"

The angry hair was rushing to the crown, and the rain stopped at the railing. Looking up at the sky, the long roaring, the strong heart was fierce. Thirty fame, dust and soil, eight thousand miles of clouds and moon. Don’t wait for a moment, the young man was white, and the shame was empty. The shame of Jingkang was still not achievable. When will the ministers be hated? Driving a long cart and stepping through the Helan Mountains. Ambition to eat the meat of the barbarians, laughing and talking about thirsty drinking the blood of the Huns. Wait until the beginning, clean up the old mountains and rivers, and go to the sky.

There was a strong killing aura between the lines, and I felt frightened when I looked at it.

There was a person sitting in front of the table, wearing white clothes, with white hair and long hair draped off his shoulders, giving Wang Lang a back.

Cough cough cough...

The cough came from the man's mouth, he picked up the wine pot and took a sip of the wine.

When the man moved, Wang Lang discovered that the man had iron chains tied around his waist and wrists, which were iron chains as thick as his wrists. There were four 40 cm diameter iron balls in the four corners of the attic. The iron balls were pitch black and I don’t know how heavy it was.

The old man reached out, picked up a peanut with his finger and put it in his mouth. After squirting for a long time, he still didn't chew it up and swallowed it whole.

"I just heard the group of people downstairs call you the Black Dragon King. Are you the Dragon King of the Dragon Gate?" The old man spoke with confidence.

Wang Lang suppressed the shock in his heart and nodded.

"In a flash, Huangfu Ji has accepted his apprentices for more than 40 years." The old man's voice revealed endless memories.

Wang Lang looked confused, "Senior, are you..."

The old man took a sip of wine, "I see you brought the dragon sword, come and chop me with the knife."

Wang Lang took out his ears and wondered if the old man was stupid here. Even though this old man was very good at kung fu, the dragon sword was not a joke. One knife was easy and 999 was easy.

"Hmm?" The old man turned his head and looked at Wang Lang.

Wang Lang stood up, pulled out the dragon sword, "I offended."

After saying that, Wang Lang didn't feel guilty, just went up and just took a knife.

When the ferocious dragon sword was clamped by the old man's two fingers, Wang Lang's worldview was collapsed.

The old man shook casually, and Wang Lang staggered back and hit the wall.

"Sloppy, how old is this year?"

"Twenty-eight." Wang Lang said honestly.

The old man turned to look at Wang Lang, his eyes were horrified, and Wang Lang's back felt cold and cold sweat kept coming out.

"Or what, twenty-nine?" Wang Lang asked nervously and tentatively.

The old man reached out and pushed his hair open, and Wang Lang also saw the old man's face clearly. There was only half of the complete face, and the other half was a hideous scar that penetrated the entire face. It looked particularly scary.

"You can practice kung fu to this level by less than thirty years. You are really a martial arts genius." The old man sighed.

Wang Lang showed a shy and humble look for the first time, "It's okay, I haven't practiced seriously, I'll practice it when I'm bored."

The old man glanced at Wang Lang, which was simply a standard example of how fat you are and you are still breathing.

"Where is your master Huang Fu Ji?" The old man turned around and continued to drink and eat peanuts.

"I don't know, my whereabouts were unknown more than ten years ago."

The old man's hand was stiff when he twisted the peanuts, and then threw the peanuts into his mouth, "It shouldn't be dead."

Wang Lang didn't say anything, sat obediently in the corner.

The old man stretched his neck, swallowed peanuts, and drank a sip of wine.

Both of them fell into silence, and the downstairs were very lively. They were looking for Wang Lang everywhere, and they disappeared out of thin air. But no one thought of the fourth floor.

The old man picked up the plate and reached in front of Wang Lang, "Will you eat it?"

Wang Lang obediently took two and threw them into his mouth.

With a crunch, I heard the old man laughing.

Wang Lang spit out the peanuts in his mouth.

The peanuts are so dark that Wang Lang didn't see clearly. This is clearly iron bean. Wang Lang licked it and half of his big teeth were killed directly.

"The master and apprentice are both urinating." The old man put down the plate again.

Wang Lang wanted to curse a few words, but he was not so brave, so he had to smile. He watched the old man pick up one and put it in his mouth and stretched his neck to swallow it. Then he drank the liquid in the wine pot. Wang Lang was now very suspicious if there was wine in the wine pot.

The old man shook the wine pot, tilted his neck and shook it again, then threw it away and murmured to himself, "There's no wine again."

"Why aren't you leaving yet?" The old man suddenly turned around and looked at Wang Lang.

Wang Lang looked confused, then grinned dryly, "Young man, let's go now, let's go now."

As he spoke, Wang Lang stood up quickly, opened the window and was about to leave.

Unexpectedly, I heard a voice behind me, "Did I let you go?"
Chapter completed!