The people who were held by four big men were Huo Yanzi's mother and Huo Yanzi's uncle.

Wang Lang didn't expect it would be so good either.

The moment the four big men saw Wang Lang, they reacted extremely quickly and pulled their guns and shot their heads.

They are faster, and Wang Lang is faster.

Wang Lang leaned back and rushed forward, snatching the guns of the two people in front with both hands.

Two bangs.

The two men behind were released by Wang Lang.

The two who were snatched the gun each took out their sabers from the ankle position to give Wang Lang a fatal blow. Wang Lang turned around and pulled out a whip leg. The two big men flew out at the same time, hitting the wall next to him without any movement.

Wang Lang threw the gun and squatted down to check Huo Yanzi's mother and Uncle Huo Yanzi. There was a small dot on the internal test of their elbows, which was the needle hole that had just been injected.

He reached out and wiped the needle hole and placed it at the tip of his nose and smelled it. Wang Lang's face turned heavy.

It was almost the same as what I thought, but I was forced to get addicted to drugs and was out of control. After ascending, I was happy to do anything like a god. The reason why these two people looked so silent was that they were over-injected and had not yet digested it, and they would be excited when they woke up.

He reached out and pressed hard on the acupoints above the two people's heads. Huo Yanzi's mother twitched, but she still had no intention of waking up. Wang Lang pressed on Uncle Huo Yanzi's head again, without any thrusting.

The only thing that can be guaranteed is that this is alive, but living will lead to life worse than death.

When Wang Lang was thinking straight about how to transport these two people out, a strong wind came from behind. Wang Lang had just stood up and before he could react, he was hit hard on the back.

Under the huge impact, Wang Lang rushed forward and stood on the elevator door. A pit was made of Wang Lang's head.

A thud.

Wang Lang rubbed his head and had not yet stood firm. The strong wind came again, and Wang Lang flew to the side desperately.

With a clang.

The elevator door was kicked away, and he turned around and fell from the eighth floor and made a loud noise.

There were dark holes behind the elevator door, and two ropes could be vaguely seen, and the elevator had landed on the first floor.

Only then did Wang Lang see the other party clearly.

He is a man with a strong appearance, with a big back and a straight suit, wearing a pink shirt, with a firm look and awesome. He is so handsome that he is so handsome.

Just then, it was definitely a peak return to the late stage, a small rank higher than Wang Lang.

Wang Lang stared at the person who came, and the man also looked at Wang Lang.

Both sides looked at each other for a moment.

The man in the suit used his feet to push Huo Yanzi's mother and Uncle Huo Yanzi away and hit Wang Lang in a starting position.

Since he had met, Wang Lang had to fight with him. It would be impossible to take Huo Yanzi's mother and uncle away without fighting.

The soles of the feet rotate slightly.

Wang Lang suddenly soared into the air and fell suddenly when he rose for more than two meters, like a falling shell.

Step down with one foot.

The man in the suit originally wanted to block with his arms, but his keen perception told him that he could not stop him, so he immediately took off his arms and took a step back.

Boom!

Wang Lang landed.

The tiles on the soles of the feet were split into many pieces and became a lot of slag, and the tiles on the soles of the feet became gravel with a diameter of several millimeters.

The man in the suit looked at Wang Lang's foot, "Who is you a thunder kilin?"

"What is the thunder kirin?" Wang Lang asked back.

The reason why I asked this is to remove Ruan Yuxi's suspicion and not to make trouble for this old guy for no reason.

When the man in the suit saw that Wang Lang's team had a look of disdain on the Thunder Kirin, he immediately felt much more relieved. If it had anything to do with the Thunder Kirin, he had to consider it. Since it didn't matter, he had to say it carefully.

Wang Lang saw the man in the suit slowly clawing his hands.

There was almost no flesh on his hands, just like a skin-covered meat. If you look closely, you will find that it looks more like a pair of iron hooks. His fingers are slender, his hands are still a little black, and his fingertips are covered with calluses.

The man in the suit flew up and grabbed Wang Lang with one claw.

Wang Lang hid sideways and kicked the man in the suit against the waist.

The man in the suit crossed his arms, blocking Wang Lang's palm, and swept one hand over the corner of the wall, and then he heard a pop.

A pit was actually grabbed by one claw in the corner of the thick wall, revealing the incomplete bricks below.

Eagle Claws.

Wang Lang stared at the hands of the man in the suit.

This kung fu is also called the top scorer among the secret book of the martial arts world in the martial arts world. There are many people who practice it, but there are not many who can persist in practicing it. It is because it is too easy to waste your hands. If you haven't reached a certain level of practice, your hands will basically be useless.

It is not easy for this handsome man in a suit to practice the eagle claw skills to this extent. If you guess correctly, you can leave fingerprints on the iron block with one claw. If it falls on a person, it will disappear wherever it falls.

Wang Lang took a lot of steps back, picked up a mop from the side, removed the mop head, and held an iron hollow mop stick in his hand. He used this thing as a knife.

The man was not afraid at all, and flew up, and the eagle caught the rabbit and came towards Wang Lang.

Wang Lang lowered his body, his legs intertwined and sat next to him. At the same time, the stick in his hand poked the man in his suit diagonally under the ribs.

With a snap, the man in the suit sank into the wall and saw Wang Lang's stick pounding towards his ribs.

The man in the suit tried hard, and his body flew upwards, and turned in the air and landed towards Wang Lang.

The eagle's claws bring wind.

Wang Lang thrust a carp, his feet were facing up, kicking his chin and his lower abdomen.

The man in the suit ignored Wang Lang's attack and placed one hand on his lower abdomen, and the other hand on the monkey's moon hunting.

Wang Lang only felt that the chrysanthemum tightened, shrank and lifted its hips, and dodged backwards.

Men in suits use attack as defense, a group of six.

The two separated again.

Wang Lang did not have any weapon at hand. The person in front of him had his hands already his weapons. He did not need any other auxiliary weapons at all.

Sneered slightly, the man in the suit pounced on him again, like a tiger pounced on him, his arms were weakly cut and twisted.

Wang Lang appeared furiously and slashed at the man in the suit with a stick.

The hollow iron stick could not cover a turn in the hands of a man in the suit.

The stick broke, Wang Lang pinched his fist.

The seventh level of the dragon's strength was stacked and layered on one layer to bombard the man in the suit.

Fist and claws.

Just a touch.

Wang Lang took several steps in succession, and several blood marks appeared on the back of his fist.

The man in the suit was not feeling well, and the claw that was hit by Wang Lang could not stop trembling.

"He's a master." The man in the suit said calmly.

"Each of each other." Wang Lang complimented.
Chapter completed!