"You are the Black Dragon King, your whole family..."

Wang Lang was fucked and he didn't even think about it and replied. After halfway through his words, Wang Lang suddenly stopped, "That's right, what? You dare to mess with me, my brothers can beat you up."

Bang!

A voice came from beside him.

Wang Lang looked at it with a squint, and the chrysanthemum was so scared that it shook. One of the black and thin monks' legs rubbed against Wang Lang's shoulders and passed by. The sole of his foot broke the thirty-centimeter-thick brick wall behind Wang Lang.

The black and thin monk sneered.

"The Dragon Gate is no longer the Dragon Gate of that time, and the Black Dragon King's level is not as high as the original Black Dragon King. Huangfu Ji's generation of geniuses, Wang Qinghou was arbitrarily judging the past and present. You, the Black Dragon King, have this little ability?" The black and thin monk looked down at Wang Lang.

Wang Lang looked up at the black-skinned monk, "So what? I'm not the Black Dragon King yet."

The black-skinned monk sneered, "Amitabha, my Buddha is merciful, I have never been able to pass on the Dragon Gate and Dragon King."

Wang Lang's little face suddenly changed, and he grinned at the thin black monk, "Don't let it go, you are all seniors, don't joke about me, the junior, okay? You have no face, right? You have this free time to save the dragon and kill the grandson, that old thing does evil and does everything. You and I will save me to save him."

"Amitabha, my Buddha is merciful, my Buddha never saves people who cannot be saved." The black-skinned monk spoke softly.

My god, you are a fairy!

Wang Lang held a swear word in his mouth and didn't dare to scold him. He was so righteous and open that he bullied the weak and feared the strong, and Wang Lang had gained great knowledge.

"What do you want to do?" Wang Lang sat on the ground and looked up at the Black Skinny Monk. Since the other party recognized that he was the Black Dragon King of the Dragon Gate, he would more or less care about the Dragon Gate's reputation. Although the Dragon Gate is not as awesome as before, it cannot be ignored at all. There are so many terrifying bosses hidden in the Dragon Gate, people in the martial arts world are just guessing but not knowing it. Wang Lang only knows a little. If this Black Skinny Monk wants to move the Black Dragon King of the Dragon Gate, he must have to consider it.

As expected, the thin black monk did not dare to touch Wang Lang. He swung his hand and all the black cards were inserted into the ground. Wang Lang almost sweared another swear word. How could he take out the black cards?

The black monk folded his hands together and looked at Wang Lang with his head down, "Amitabha, my Buddha is merciful. I am here today just to save me. You will not let me save you. I will save you."

While speaking, the black-skinned monk raised his hand and was about to put it on Wang Lang's head. Wang Lang hurriedly avoided it, but it was still a little late. In the aftermath, he saw a strand of hair brushed off a lot by the black-skinned monk's palm.

I have only heard of the word "palm knife" before, but now I have seriously seen what a real "palm knife" is, which can cut hair.

Wang Lang's body was stiff, and he moved to the side, laughing dryly at the thin monk Hei, "Senior, wait."

The black-skinned monk's hand stopped in the air, "Is there anything wrong?"

"Can you..."

"No." Before Wang Lang finished speaking, the black-skinned monk refused directly. Wang Lang held a swear word in his mouth and really wanted to squirt this old guy with a look. The old guy is really a bit skillful and amazing.
Chapter completed!