The middle-aged man with a vulgar appearance and a very short head walked out.

The sharp-mouthed monkey cheeks, the two front front teeth were very large and not flat, and there was a small gap in the middle. A pair of small eyes turned drippingly to look at the old housekeeper and Aunt Mo, and then a pair of small eyes looked at Wang Lang again.

The old man on the chair snorted slightly, and Jiazi jumped and joined Shuangji's camp to fight with the old butler. The old butler shouted softly, and the broom in his hand hit the north. The gun was like a dragon, sonorous and powerful, and loud. Before the broom could fall on the person, he cut several holes in his clothes.

Looking at that look, it also has a bit of the Luo family gun, but if you look closely, it doesn't look like the Luo family gun.

Jiazi used a blood droplet. It is said that this thing was a product of the Ming and Qing dynasties. It is hard to explain which dynasty it was, but this thing is about to be lost and not many people have seen it.

Wang Lang took out his ears and stared at a thing like a lantern in Jiazi's hand. This thing looked like a lantern, but whoever used it knew that there was another mystery in the lantern. If the lantern was covered, the object on his body would be able to be removed at that time. The most cruel thing about this thing is to remove the head.

There were many masters in the world at that time in the Ming and Qing dynasties, and there were endless masters who were hawks and dogs in the palace. Some masters wore a blood droplet with them. When they captured the court's repeated offenders, they pushed this thing on their heads and raised them, and their heads were removed, and blood would be dripping on them, so they were named Blood Drips. There were many mechanisms in it, which was very mysterious anyway.

I didn't expect that I could see someone using such a strange thing in such a place today, which really opened Wang Lang's eyes.

Wang Lang obviously saw that the old lady's hands were turning the Buddhist beads faster, and he was still a little nervous, and Yu Xiaomei stared at the battle with her eyes tense.

The old man sitting on the chair over there was calm and watching the battle situation, playing with his jade ring in his hand.

The dog brother standing behind the old man leaned over and said something in the old man's ear. The old man focused his eyes on Wang Lang, and Wang Lang also noticed the eyes that the old man cast.

The old man raised his hand and pressed it down, "Chou Yi, you will meet him."

A big man who was about two meters tall and walked out, and the serious big guy was looking down. Everyone present looked at him with their heads down. The parts on their bodies were also quite big. I can say that they were shorter, so they could stand in their crotch and run over without any dick.

Chou Yi took a step forward, pointed his thick finger at Wang Lang, and his fingers hooked.

Wang Lang took out his ears, and the old lady of the Yu family next to him grabbed Wang Lang's wrist and lowered her voice, "Don't move the Dragon King, the butler can solve everything."

The old butler slashed slightly, trying to stop Chou Yi, but unexpectedly Chou Yi ran around in circles towards Wang Lang. The old butler shouted softly, slashed the bluestone slab under his feet, and suddenly poked out the broom in his hand, swept the abdomen on Jiazi's shoulders, and the two of them retreated in unison. The old butler took a big step to block Chou Yi who was heading straight for Wang Lang. Unexpectedly, Brother Dog rushed out and stopped the old butler. Taking advantage of this gap, Chou Yi had already arrived at Wang Lang.

The fist bigger than a casserole fell from the sky and headed straight to Wang Lang's head, and it felt like it could smash Wang Lang's head.

The fist was cold, and Wang Lang made a quick move like lightning, as fast as thunder, his arm was blocking his eyes and raised it up, and his other hand went up, his five fingers clasped Chou Yi's elbow, and applied the bone removal technique, trying to remove Chou Yi's arm. Unexpectedly, he didn't shake anyone at all. Chou Yi grinned, twisted his arm, and urged his strength to pull it back, and an angry fist came towards Wang Lang's face.

One punch!

Wang Lang crossed his arms and let the beater fly farther back. Chou Yi kept holding a sledgehammer with both hands. He raised it high and beat Wang Lang down angrily.

When Wang Lang was about to fall to the ground, he reached out and slapped the ground. He went to the side and barely avoided Chou Yi's punch. Wang Lang supported the ground with one hand, swept his legs across, and bent towards Chou Yi's legs.

He swept over the wind and sniffed Chou Yi's legs, but he didn't make any big changes in Chou Yi, but his legs bent slightly.

Chou Yi didn't have any fancy moves, so he just bent down and grabbed Wang Lang's ankle with his strength. Wang Lang only felt the wind in his ears, so he was pulled up by Chou Yi and smashed it from side to side.

Wang Lang curled up his waist, curled up into a lump, held his head with both hands, and was hit by Chou Yi on the ground several times. Chou Yi grabbed one of Wang Lang's ankles with one hand and was about to tear it up. Wang Lang was also angry.

With his legs bent, Wang Lang counterattacked, grabbed Chou Yi's ears with both hands, rushed up, clamped Chou Yi's head with both knees, and punched Chou Yi's Tian Linggu.

Chou Yi was a little dizzy when he was fucked by this punch.

Wang Lang clamped Chou Yi's neck with his arm and twisted it hard, preparing to kill him. Unexpectedly, Chou Yi's neck had a short neck but had a big strength, so Wang Lang didn't twist it.

Chou Yi pulled Wang Lang's ankle down with both hands, and Wang Lang clamped Chou Yi's head with both knees. The two of them were in a stalemate. Chou Yi suddenly let go of Wang Lang's ankle and inserted his hands into his pockets. When he pulled it out again, he was wearing a pair of boxing gloves, and there were dense barbs on the gloves.

Holding his hands into a punch, Chou Yi hit Wang Lang's chrysanthemum.

Wang Lang held up his buttocks and lifted the jujube with one hand and stood upside down. The seventh level of the divine dragon's strength was superimposed on the Chou Yi Tian Linggu.

A click!

Chou Yi's huge body shook a few times, bleeding from his seven orifices, and his whole body fell to the ground.

The old man sitting on the chair over there suddenly sat up and stared at Wang Lang in disbelief.

Wang Lang shook his numb palm and kicked Chou Yi who fainted. He didn't believe that the Vajra Palm and the seventh level of the Divine Dragon could not bring down the Heavenly Realm.

The old butler there breathed a sigh of relief. The broom in his hand was getting faster and faster. Shuangji and Jiazi couldn't resist the old butler alone.

The old man sat slowly on the chair, playing with the jade ring again, staring at Wang Lang, turning his head to look at a young man behind him, not knowing what he said, the young man just nodded, then his eyes turned and looked at Wang Lang.

Wang Lang and the boy just looked at each other and felt a tightness in their hearts. It had been a long time since they had such a suffocating feeling. The boy looked thin and weak, as if he was only fifteen or sixteen years old, but his body exuded a dangerous aura. The boy Gu Jing Wubo's eyes stared at Wang Lang calmly. Wang Lang could clearly feel that the boy was holding endless murderous aura in his bones, which was something that only those who crawled out of the dead would have.

The only explanation is that the young man has killed people and killed many people.

The boy was dressed very simply, with short hair, thin and weak, but he looked a little stupid. If he carried a big schoolbag, he would definitely make people mistakenly think that this was a middle school student, but it was such a boy who looked like a middle school student who made Wang Lang feel the danger.
Chapter completed!