"The Dragon Prince is fine!" A brother said happily.

Huang Feishi breathed a sigh of relief.

He urged Mr. Mo with his gun, "Why are you standing there? Go down!"

Mr. Mo stared at the bottom.

"He can come up by himself. You can just pull the rope then, and I don't need to go down."

Huang Feishi looked down.

"Dragon Prince! Do you want to pull the rope?"

"Will you wait for me to jump into the rubber band for you?" Wang Lang's cursing voice came from below.

Huang Feimao laughed.

"pull!"

A few minutes later.

The brother who fell down before was pulled up.

"Damn it, why is it you, the Dragon Prince?" Huang Feishi stretched out his neck and looked down.

"The Dragon Prince asked me to come up first." The brother said.

"Why are you standing there? Throw down the rope and pull the Dragon Prince up." Huang Feishi urged.

Mr. Mo next to him sneered and couldn't help but look down.

I seemed to have made many changes to Wang Lang. But I began to disgust with Huang Feishi.

The rope was thrown away.

After a while, the rope was straightened.

The rope trembled.

"Dragon Prince, do you want us to pull it?"

"No."

Wang Lang had already moved up very quickly.

But accidents are always extremely rare.

It's coming up.

A bone-broken cold air came from below.

The ground under his feet instantly freezes, and the rope that Wang Lang was pulling turned into a hard stick with the bone-broken cold air.

With a click.

Following closely behind was a Vorhi.

I saw Wang Lang falling from mid-air and landing downwards.

The yellow fat rat was covered.

That chill came from below.

I was stunned by the cold and confusion of the few people next to me.

When he came to his senses, Huang Feishi quickly yelled, "Dragon Prince! Dragon Prince!"

No one responded.

Huang Feishi turned around and pointed the gun at Mr. Mo, "Hurry up! Go down! Save the Dragon Prince!"

Who knew that Mr. Mo was kneeling on the ground!

Kowtowed repeatedly.

It's like kowtowing to the gods.

This made Huang Fei Rat confused.

"What are you doing when you kowtow? Go down to save people! If you can't save them, your entire village will be buried with the Dragon Prince!"

Under oppression, Mr. Mo looked below.

"It's not that I don't save me, but that my Taoism is too shallow. Below is the demon suppressed by the great shaman. I may not be able to save people." Mr. Mo said.

"If you want to go, go." Huang Feishi urged.

Mr. Mo hesitated for a long time.

Finally slide down the rope.

Everyone looked down.

There is a dark hole below and I can't see anything clearly. I don't know what's specific.

"Dragon Prince!" Huang Feimao shouted.

No one responded.

"Lightning stick." Huang Feimao shouted.

Immediately someone threw a few luminous sticks down.

Or can't see anything.

Not long after.

Mr. Mo's rope was also straight and he was already at the end.

Huang Feishi called out to Mr. Mo, but no one responded.

"What should I do, this is it!"

Wang Lang below didn’t refuse to reply, but couldn’t open his mouth to reply.

Wang Lang sat on the ground.

There was a person lying in front of him.

I wore a black torn cotton jacket, and the cotton inside was turned out, but the cotton that was turned out was all black. I don’t know how many years have I worn it.

If it weren't for throwing a few luminous sticks from above, Wang Lang wouldn't be able to see clearly that this is the person in front of him.

He had white hair, tied into a big braid, placed behind his back, his skin was dark, his eyes were bright, his face was clear, his cheeks were sunken deeply, and his sparse beard.

Judging from this outfit, this person lives at least 130 or 40 years old. He may not be able to be two hundred years old.

The old man, who was like a ferocious beast, stared at Wang Lang's nose and smelled on Wang Lang's face, as if he was smelling prey.

"Meat! Finally, a piece of meat can be eaten, for decades." The old man smelled it deeply.

Wang Lang's muscles were tight.

"Lin meat, lean meat is good, I love eating lean meat."

The old man reached out and came towards Wang Lang's heart with one claw.

Just as he touched Wang Lang, the dragon armor appeared on Wang Lang's body.

Wang Lang was slid backwards after being hit by a sudden impact, and then stopped when he hit the wall.

The old man raised his hand, and a flame suddenly rose from his hand.

Just like natural gas, Wang Lang's eyes were straightened.

"Dragon Armor? Black Dragon King? Huangfu Ji? No, you are not that bitch, Wang Qinghou? No, I have seen Wang Qinghou's face. He is a trapped beast. It is impossible for you to leave at this age. Are you the new generation of Black Dragon King?"

The old man analyzed.

"Black Dragon King Wang Lang. I dare to ask senior, is it..."

The old man sat in front of Wang Lang and suddenly grinned, like a hundred ghosts walking at night.

"My name is Vulcan."

Vulcan?

Wang Lang was confused for the first time.

Vulcan!

When he realized it, Wang Lang's face was only filled with surprise.

Founder of the Fire God Sect and founder of the Fire God Skill.

He is not dead yet, but still alive.

Incredible, unbelievable, Anbili Houseboat!

My son is trembling and old, but I am still alive.

Mythical characters.

"senior."
To be continued...