Lei Huaer said that, and went to get the dragon sword on Wang Lang's back.

After a whine, Lei Huaer staggered and pierced into Wang Lang's crotch.

Wang Lang lifted his pants, "No, Huaer, I haven't seen you for a few days, I've been playing with me so excitingly."

Lei Huaer picked up the dragon sword hard, "What's this big brother?"

Before Wang Lang introduced, Lei Huaer opened the bag and exposed the ferocious dragon sword inside.

"Is this a knife? Let me go, brother, aren't you tired of carrying more than 100 kilograms of things with you?" Lei Huaer helped up the dragon sword.

"It's good if you get used to it." Wang Lang said casually.

Lei Huaer held the handle of the knife in his hand and pulled it hard, pulling out half of the knife. The knife light was cold, and everyone around him could feel a chill that emanated from the knife.

With a force in his hand, Lei Huaer drew the knife and held the knife in both hands. Lei Huaer's legs trembled slightly.

"Brother, this knife is 100 pounds." Lei Huaer waved it a few times and then exhaled a long sigh and spoke with his knife on his lips.

Wang Lang carried the knife in one hand and put it in the sheath, "It's okay, it's not a hundred pounds."

"Impossible, my hands cannot go wrong." Lei Huaer said firmly.

"Ninety-nine pounds."

Lei Huaer stroked the pattern of the dragon sword with his fingers, "I used to hear that the weapons in ancient generals were dozens of kilograms or hundreds of kilograms. I used to think they were novels, but there was this in reality. Brother, your knife was not made of copper and iron, right?"

Wang Lang nodded, "I don't know what it was built, it's the kind that cannot be checked through security."

Lei Huaer was touching the knife in a rare way.

"When will I be able to play such a heavy knife?"

Wang Lang carried the knife back behind him, "I will let you practice hard and you won't listen."

"Brother, I will practice hard from today on." Lei Huaer patted her chest and promised confidently.

The director ran over from a distance, "Mr. Lei, Director Wang, put on makeup, you can shoot it."

Wang Lang found the prop group, but Wang Lang didn't need to put on makeup at all. He was wearing a pitch-black robe and a golden mask, so he couldn't see his face from beginning to end. In the end, when the villain played by Wang Lang died, he looked like he was when he was a child, and he was played by someone else. He didn't need to show his face at all.

After all the camera equipment of the staff was moved to the place, Wang Lang entered the venue and the staff went to clean up the staff.

"Why is there someone over there?" The director frowned and looked at the mountain opposite. He stood straight on the top of the mountain with his back facing away from this side. He was wearing a Hanfu, his long hair was tied into a bun and his head was on his head. He was holding a long sword in his hand, pointing to the ground with his sword diagonally.

"Clear the scene and let the person on the other side leave!" the director said to the deputy director.

The deputy director came over and raised his horn and shouted, "On there, please hide, we're going to film!"

The man remained motionless.

The deputy director called out several times but the man was still not moving. The two sides were still quite far away. The deputy director had no ability to pass. He could only stretch his neck and yell.

Lei Huaer yelled twice, but the man didn't move. Lei Huaer was about to pull out his gun and was stared at him. He suppressed his anger and said, "Just p-up later."

The director pondered for a moment, "Okay, then filming will start now, all cameras will be in place, and the actors will be in place.

action!”

Wang Lang slowly walked towards the iron chain. Wang Lang didn't want to hang the wire, but he lost his temper by Yaya's smiling face. This brother and sister are getting more and more difficult.

When he was almost halfway through, Mutuo chased after him and shouted, "Don't leave."

Wang Lang paused slightly, turned his head and looked back, "Is it still chasing?"

"Kill you."

"Just because of your confidence, the sword that you can't hold?"

"It's enough."

"Your dead father can't hold the sword either."

"Then I'll add another sword, my father's sword, kill you."

"Have you eaten?"

"I ate it, along with my father's portion."

"It just so happened that he didn't eat the dead end."

Just as he was about to start fighting, the man in Hanfu slowly turned around, revealing a face that women envied when they saw it. He smiled slightly like a spring breeze.

The man held a sword in his hand and slowly came towards the iron chain. He stepped on the iron chain as if walking on flat ground. After walking a few meters, the man whispered, "Black Dragon King, do you still remember me?"

The deputy director wanted to rush out to clear the scene but was stopped by the director, signaling everyone to silence, and signaling the photographer to aim at Wang Lang and the man.

Wang Lang looked at the man not far away through the hole on the mask.

“Don’t know.”

"I have been waiting for you for thirteen years, but I actually got a word of no recognition."

Wang Lang was silent for a moment, "Have you entered the wrong set?"

"Thirteen years ago, Bei Feilong and Nan Zhengfeng made an appointment to fight, but because of the martial arts catastrophe, Bei Feilong's whereabouts are unknown. Nan Zhengfeng waited for thirteen years. Do you remember?" the man spoke softly.

Wang Lang slowly raised his hand and pulled out the knife from his back. He pointed the dragon sword diagonally below. Wang Lang waved his knife to cut off the Wia and looked at the handsome man dressed in ancient style opposite him.

"Pan Tan!"

The handsome man laughed, "Black Dragon King, I have been waiting for you for thirteen years, and finally waited for today. Thirteen years. Do you know what it means to wait for someone for thirteen years?"

"Whose thirteen years is not thirteen years?" Wang Lang chuckled.

"I heard that you have not been in China for the past thirteen years, and I want to have a lot of regression in your kung fu. I will let you have three moves." Pan Tan held his back with one hand and held the long sword in the other hand, smiling at Wang Lang.

This man is indeed so fucking beautiful, and his every frown and smile can make the straight man moved.

Wang Lang smiled, "The dragon gate is in a fight and never accepts three moves."

Pan Tan held a beautiful sword flower in his hand, "The Black Dragon King is still the Black Dragon King."

Wang Lang smiled, "Don't you wait for August 15th?"

"The people who want to kill you are lined up. I'm afraid that during the martial arts conference, I won't be able to squeeze in and hit your crowd." Pan Tan smiled slightly.

Wang Lang wanted to clean his ears, but he wore a hat and cleaned his ears through the hat.

"If I die, the Sword of the Fighting Phoenix is ​​yours." Pan Tan held his sword in front of him.

"You know, I don't like using swords."

"I don't like using a knife either."

“Why is the dialogue so gay.”

"It's still cheap."

Pan Tan stepped under his feet, and the entire iron chain was shaking violently. Pan Tan's body almost tilted towards Wang Lang.

Wang Lang's feet seemed to grow on an iron chain, and Wang Lang would not move no matter how the iron chain shook.

A sword.

The sword sounds and whimper!

Wang Lang turned sideways, rubbing the ferocious dragon sword in his hand against the ferocious phoenix sword. The two weapons rubbed and made a harsh sound. Wang Lang turned his wrist and pressed it directly, jumped up, holding the knife in both hands and slashed down fiercely.

Pan Tan held the sword in both hands and blocked it over his head. Under the huge impact, Pan Tan split onto the iron chain with one split.

The group of people watching the game from a distance almost glared out.

Wang Lang didn't stop and slashed out the second sword wildly.

Pan Tan's body flipped, his feet hooked upside down on the iron chain, and the fierce phoenix sword in his hand slashed at Wang Lang's ankle.

Wang Lang jumped on the spot, and took this opportunity to spin and stand on the iron chain again, stabbing out the fierce phoenix sword in his hand.

The swords crossed, and the two tried hard at the same time, and the swords drew a circle between the two.

clang!

The sword slashed the iron chain between the two.

The iron chain is broken.
Chapter completed!