A familiar voice came.

Wang Han turned his head.

Nangong Bodhisattva came here with his hands folded together.

Three people followed behind him.

One is the current generation of Wu, code-named Yangshen in Zhenlong Pavilion, and is also the master of Ziyang Zhenren, Meng Bizhi, the Anal Iron Man.

There is also a veteran general Zhao Kui, who is code-named the Soldier God of War at Zhenlong Pavilion.

The last one is a super invincible old man criticizing the famous unreliable expert in the martial arts world. He was once the first person under the Dragon Pavilion, and now the first person to paddle in the Dragon Pavilion, Fengshen Fengfan Tower!

Four people showed up.

Under the three belts and one, the demon shadow was overwhelmed and had dissipated before rushing to Wang Han.

Wang Han and Fan Yangping were too far away.

Long-distance attacks are ultimately a great discount.

"Senior Nangong! Old Zhao, Old Feng, real person!"

Wang Han greeted several people.

See you again.

Wang Han found that these people's realms have improved to varying degrees.

Although it is far less than the old hooligans who are from the Ten Owns, it has achieved a qualitative leap in realm compared to many ordinary people.

The seclusion in these few months has been of great benefit to everyone.

The few people were just seen by Wang Han’s naked eyes.

Only one Ziyang Zhenren was half a step towards Yuan.

But Nangong Bodhisattva gave Wang Han a strange feeling, and he could feel the vigorous and vigorous qi and blood of Nangong Bodhisattva.

Zhao Kui's feeling is unsure.

If Feng Manlou says.

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I saw several people in Zhenlong Pavilion who suddenly appeared.

The joy that appeared slightly on Fan Yangping's faces disappeared.

"Zhenlong Pavilion! Why did another dragon Pavilion appear? Who the hell have you provoked?"

Ran Kun, who was really unable to hold back, asked angrily.

Not only Ran Kun wanted to ask, but Fan Yangping also wanted to ask what was going on.

He has gradually felt regret in his heart.

Regret not to be above all else.

I thought it had been a gutter before.

Look now.

This is a pity that hit the iron plate.

He glanced at Wang Han from a distance.

The reason why I can fight for so long.

Magical skills are only one aspect, and more importantly, these people want to catch the living.

A group of big men captured a few of them for a younger generation.

The degree of respect for the identity of this younger generation is self-evident.

He was envious and jealous.

Fan Yangping turned his head with difficulty and looked in one direction.

After the walking corpses came, the five of them held the last glimmer of hope in their hearts.

I hope the one in the dark can come forward.

As long as that person comes forward.

Today they can get out of here!

After all, that person's identity and strength are all there!

These walking corpses came in just a test!

Fan Yangping now prayed silently in his heart that this master should not have any further steps.

His little heart really can't hold on.

With so many strong men, let alone challenged them by the Gaiyi Alliance.

If you go to challenge Shanhehui, it is impossible as long as the president doesn’t take action.

The fight between the two sides has completely reached a white heat.

But after the heat is gone.

This battle will come to a perfect end.

Fan Yangping and the other five have been injured one after another.

Xuanyuan Yufeng and his group took action frequently with the attitude of playing with mice.

The man in black robe stared at the bronze mirror in his hand.

The magnitude of the hanging pen swaying left and right is increasing.

The girl next to her viciously ate the turkey noodles mixed with watermelon juice, turned her back to Wang Han.

"Come again! I'm so angry! I'll explode after a look!"

He opened his mouth and took a big bite.

"wrong!"

"What's wrong?" The man in black robe turned his head and looked at him.

"It feels like it's about to launch again!"

“…”

"Now I'm afraid I can't go to the bathroom!"

The girl rubbed her stomach.

"Why?"

"The one who is truly dormant in the dark is about to show up!"

The man in black robe looked at the bronze mirror that gradually turned red in the week, "I'm afraid he is a strong man in the Chaoyuan realm!"

The girl licked her lips and scraped her teeth with spicy oil on her lips.

"I think we should wait and see again! There are so many strong people in them, and there may be another finale in the Chaoyuan Realm! Anyway, my intuition is that they must have some backup plan!"

The man in black robe held a bronze mirror.

Staring at Wang Han in the distance.

It's a bit indefinite.

"We must be prepared to start! After all, this is our responsibility!"

"You just said that you are a powerful man in the Chaoyuan realm. Judging from this situation, you may still be possessed by the devil. Then you can't beat him. Should we seek support in advance?"

The man in black robe pondered for a moment.

"Send Zhuma a message and ask him to take people here! Hurry!"

Wang Han observed the walking zombies rushing behind.

Those people are like puppets who have no soul.

Since it is a puppet, there are always people who are secretly fiddling with it.

If Wang Han could think of these things, Xuanyuan Yufeng and the others could naturally think of them.

Most of Fan Yangping's strength was half a step in the middle of the Yuan Dynasty, but after being demonized, the strength increased greatly, and the five of them formed a formation so that their resistance was doubled.

If there is a single combat capability, the few people on Xuanyuan Yufeng's side can kill them alone.

But it was much more difficult for them to work together.

Now eleven fight five, with 2:00 times the number.

If Wang Han hadn't been alive, the battle would have been resolved before the walking corpses came.

The air was filled with a heart-wrenching smell.
To be continued...