At first, some people didn't believe that this was true, thinking that someone deliberately created something gimmick.
But after all the locals came out to prove it.
Finally someone believed it was true.
And next.
Similar videos keep popping up.
The handsome old man in the video always raises his hand and twists it from the air.
Either the windows are broken or the huge billboards are turned into twists.
But soon.
All such videos were blocked.
If it is not blocked, everyone will be limited to fanatical fantasy.
But now the video has been blocked.
This made many people start to guess.
This is the move from above.
And people who do this kind of thing usually belong to an organization.
Relevant departments.
Since the superiors took action, it proves that all this is true, and it can also prove that the old man was targeted by the superiors.
Teahouse.
After Wang Han came in, he saw that there were several people sitting.
Bodhisattva Nangong also sat here, Fengmanlou and Zhao Kui were both there.
In addition to these three big shots, there was also an old man who looked like an iron tower. The old man had thick eyebrows slanted into his forehead and looked domineering.
The eyebrows are a little bit like Xiang Feng.
Xiang Feng, the two fools, didn't know what was wrong with each other in the past two days. They dyed black and white hair, and sat there with one hand and suddenly stretched out and turned it around.
The other younger generations looked at Wang Han with their eyes admiration.
They have also been paying attention to the movie.
Not only did Wang Han invite an international director, he also turned the tide and brought a dying movie back to life. Not only that, it directly poured into the list of one billion box offices, but the box office is still soaring today.
"All people are here! Then let's get to the point!" Zhao Kui said.
Nangong Bodhisattva clasped his hands together, looking calm, "Wang Han's movie is very effective. The Pavilion Master has seen it, and he is heading here. He can reach Jiangning City in at most two days. Therefore, we must find a way to make arrangements in advance.
This time, you must control the Pavilion Master and then try every means to treat him. You must not let him continue like this."
Wang Han's eyes swept over.
"We have four masters in the realm of transformation. If you four take action, you will tie up the Pavilion Master directly. What else do you need to arrange?"
"This kid really doesn't take the Pavilion Master seriously." The old man with thick eyebrows and domineering eyebrows sitting next to Xiang Feng said with a smile.
Zhao Kui took a sip of tea, "It's no surprise that the imperial disciple is used to seeing all kinds of masters since he was a child."
Wang Han looked at the few people, "What do you guys mean? Isn't it 100% sure to control the Pavilion Master?"
"Ten thousand? You look down on us too much! At most 30%." Feng Manlou raised three fingers. This old man who had never watched the live broadcast of the beauty for the first time was enough to show the seriousness of this matter.
“That’s too bad…”
Wang Han subconsciously said half a sentence. After seeing the look of the bosses' nuclear charity, Wang Han immediately changed his tone, "I've just learned from me so much, you all are too modest."
Feng Manlou smiled and took over the conversation, "It's not our food, but the Pavilion Master is too strong, and the realm of transformation is also divided into high and low. As for the masters known in the world, the Pavilion Master's skills are almost the ceiling, and the entire world
Among them, there is only one person who is known to have the power to fight with the Pavilion Master."
"Who?" Everyone pricked their ears.
Several big shots looked at Wang Han in unison.
Wang Han picked up the fruit and saw the eyes of several people before he could finish his mouth.
"Don't look at me, I'm just a younger brother. I can still shout when I meet a grandmaster. I can't beat it when I encounter a realm of transformation."
"Don't put gild on your face, we're talking about the imperial man." The thick-browed old man smiled.
Zhao Kui continued, "Forty years ago, there was another world-leading list in the world. The list was full of masters of transformation in the world. The Pavilion Master and the Imperial Master were firmly ranked second."
"Why are they second when they are so powerful?"
"Because they didn't decide the winner, and if others were the first, the imperialist would go to someone's house to check the water meter." Feng Manlou explained.
Wang Han ate the fruit.
No wonder I am so arrogant, it turns out that I have been passed down.
"Then we can't control the Pavilion Master, is he going to run away again?" Feng Xiaoxiao brought back the topic.
Nangong Bodhisattva looked at the old man with thick eyebrows, and the old man turned his head and slapped Xiang Feng in the back of the head.
Xiang Feng, who was muttering in his mouth, fell from the chair and knelt on the ground with a slap.
He kowtowed very loudly.
"What love do you love? Go and get my bag for me."
Xiang Feng stood up as he was accustomed to it.
Wang Han finally understood why this kid could recover so quickly after being injured so seriously.
The thick-browed old man took out a strange piece of rope from his bag.
There is a trap on it.
The rope is two meters long and dark all over, with good elasticity and good toughness.
After Wang Han took a look, "Damn, the treasures of the corpse-driven sect tie up the immortal rope."
The old man with thick eyebrows looked at Wang Han, "The emperor's baby apprentice is very knowledgeable. This thing is indeed a fairy rope for tying zongzi for the corpse-driven slapping zombies. It took many years to smear corpse oil with beef tendons and smearing corpse oil through various complicated processes.
It was done, even if the gods were tied up, I finally robbed them... and borrowed them."
Nangong Bodhisattva took the immortal rope, "Now someone has set his sights on the Pavilion Master, and they will definitely try every means to catch the Pavilion Master. We must control the Pavilion Master before them. Then we are in Longzha Mountain and the four of us
The person responsible for restraining the Pavilion Master, the four of us exert force at the same time, and can control the Pavilion Master for three seconds. Wang Han, you take this opportunity to be responsible for binding the Pavilion Master with the Immortal Binding Rope."
"Me?" Wang Han stood up.
"Are you kidding or to be honest?"
Bodhisattva Nangong handed over the rope of the immortal tie, "What he said is true."
"You four masters in the realm of transformation! Only 30% sure! Do you add me? I can't even get help from that kind of game."
"If you have you, you will be 80% sure." Nangong Bodhisattva said again.
Wang Han was carrying the immortal tie rope. This thing felt smooth and felt pretty good.
"I'm just a little master! How can I tie up the Pavilion Master? I don't want to become a mahjong."
"You are the little Pavilion Master. Even if the Pavilion Master loses his mind, the Pavilion Master will not attack you and will continue to protect you! I believe you saw this in the last martial arts conference." Nangong Bodhisattva also said that he had seen it."
Explained.
Before Wang Han finished speaking, the old man with thick eyebrows cleared his throat and stood up, "That's such a pleasant decision! I'll go to Longzhao Mountain first."
"Wait for me, I'll get a power bank." Feng Manlou stood up and followed.
Zhao Kui also stood up and followed behind with his hands behind his back.
Nangong Bodhisattva then stood up, "Let's go to Longzhao Mountain to wait for you."
Meng Bizhi goes to Wang Han, "Take care of Brother Han!"
Feng Xiaoxiao looked at Wang Han sympathetically, "Take care."
Xiang Feng turned his hand and walked to Wang Han, "I love you, don't you play with it, Wang Han, do you think I look like Aaron Kwok!"
"Get out!"
"Okay! I can't stop loving you..."
.........
"I don't want to become a mohua."
Jing Jue threw the cigarette butt on the ground.
Looking at the few photos in my hand, "This fucking realm can become a mess after a meeting. I asked me to stop her. What do you think?"
The cold and beautiful woman took over the conversation, "The above said that if the other party comes to Jiangning City, we will be responsible for stopping it, but we did not say that we would definitely come to Jiangning City."
"Yes!" Jing Jue slapped his thigh and seemed to see the dawn again.
When I turned my eyes, I saw a tall monk coming out of the teahouse, dressed simply and solemnly, heading in one direction.
Jing Jue quickly clasped his hands together, "Blessed by Bodhisattva! Don't let that big man come to Jiangning City! I don't want to become a mohua!"