"No, no, look at what you said, where can I have any opinions?" Wang Lang said with a smile, and continued walking backwards while talking.

"I have already greeted many people. Except for the Ghost Hands and the others, no one dares to kill you. At best, you are crippled." Feng Sanniang said.

Wang Lang took out his ears and said, "It's okay, my master's wife, there's no need. If you have the ability to let them kill me, I can beat them in minutes and they don't even know their biological mothers."

There was no one listening to Wang Lang say at all. Wang Lang clearly heard Feng Sanniang say to a woman, "Don't worry, I will definitely find you a strong body and can feed you this time."

Wang Lang changed the magazine with one hand and pinned the gun to the belt. The knife did not retract the scabbard, but was clamped under his arm.

"What did you just say?" Feng Sanniang asked suddenly.

"Nothing." Wang Lang lit a cigarette.

Feng Sanniang seemed to be holding a loudspeaker in her hand, "Any sister who wants to find a partner raises her hand, Lao Sun's family! What are you raising your hand! Lao Sun is not dead yet!"

Wang Lang vaguely heard a woman laughing and said, "It's almost done."

After a long time, Feng Sanniang seemed to notice that she was still holding her cell phone in her hand. "Do you have anything else to say?"

"It's gone."

"Then go play, we went to the Martial Arts Conference on the same day." Feng Sanniang hung up the phone after saying that, leaving only Wang Lang with a look of regret.

Wang Lang now has no doubt that Feng Sanniang asked Wang Lang to clear the roadblocks for his senior brothers.

With a cigarette in his mouth, Wang Lang walked forward while playing with his cell phone.

At around 1 a.m., I arrived at a wooden house halfway up the mountain. This was a temporary place to settle down and was also a supply transfer station sent by Fengtian.

Wang Lang was not ready to walk forward any further and pushed the door into the house.

It was cold in the mountains at night. Wang Lang found a pile of firewood and started a fire, and slept with his clothes on a wooden side.

While sleeping in a daze, Wang Lang heard someone open the door, opened his eyes slightly, and saw a pair of feet, a pair of feet getting closer and closer.

Wang Lang turned over and muttered, "My fifty cannons have been aimed at Fengtian Mountain. Whoever dares to touch me will slam Fengtian Mountain."

The master of the feet stopped.

He is a handsome young man, dressed in fashion, light makeup, thick eyebrows and big eyes, his hair is dyed silver gray, and he looks handsome. He is very clean.

He held a Tang sword in his hand, raised his hands high, spread his fingers and slowly closed them. The young man suddenly waved his sword and slashed at Wang Lang's neck.

bite!

The knife stopped, and there was a black card under the knife, and behind the black card was a hand, Wang Lang's hand.

Wang Lang kicked at the young man with one foot, and the young man raised his legs and stepped on him. The young man staggered back and Wang Lang sat up.

After looking at the young man's knife and then looking at the young man, Wang Lang took out his ears, "The fifth level?"

The young man held the knife under his arm and wiped it with his clothes.

"Come and take your life!" the man spoke coldly.

"Female?" Wang Lang stared.

The only answered Wang Lang was the one who slashed, and the blood came in from the skylight, and the sword light was like water.

Wang Lang moved his butt, and a large gap was cut with a knife in the place where he was sitting. The man turned his blade and cut it horizontally towards Wang Lang's neck.

A harsh sound came, Wang Lang grabbed the black card in his hand, and the blade swept across the black card.

Wang Lang lifted his leg and kicked his leg. The man lifted his leg and kicked his leg. This time he learned his lesson and did not confront him head-on, but stepped on Wang Lang's instep and used the force to fight. He held the knife in his hands and poked Wang Lang's face.

He grabbed a black card with his hands. Wang Lang grabbed the slashed Tang Dao. When he was wrong, Wang Lang punched upwards and hit the man's belly. He saw a person with a weight of about 100 pounds flying in the air by the punch.

The man was quite solid, and there was no pain in his fight like this. He continued to cut through with one knife.

Wang Lang gave a back, and the scabbard blocked the knife. Wang Lang kicked the man directly to the wall, rolled a few times and fell to the ground, but still stood up without any pain and continued to rush towards Wang Lang.

This made Wang Lang feel angry.

The man jumped on the spot, held the knife in both hands, and slashed towards Wang Lang furiously. Wang Lang dodged sideways and turned around and kicked.

The two of them went back and forth, and after a long time of fighting, Wang Lang was surprised to find that this neutral-looking girl had no pain, and she couldn't feel any pain no matter how hard she hit her. Her skills were mediocre, her sword skills were just average, and her reaction ability was not fast, so she could not stop any of Wang Lang's kicks.

But no matter how Wang Lang fights, the woman can immediately get up and continue fighting with Wang Lang. If she is not killed, she can continue to get entangled.

The person who assigned this woman must be sure that Wang Lang would not kill the woman, and letting this woman come is to consume Wang Lang's physical strength.

As soon as Wang Lang made a conspiracy, he pulled out the dragon sword. Wang Lang cut the woman's knife with one knife, and then several times cut the woman's knife to less than ten centimeters left.

The woman was still resolute and fought with Wang Lang desperately. Wang Lang turned the knife in his hand, and knocked the back of the woman's head. The woman's body shook, and her eyes were a little distracted.

Wang Lang stepped on the bend of the woman's legs and knelt down. He found a rope in the room to tie the woman back and then hung it on the cross beam. In order to prevent the woman from yelling, Wang Lang found a piece of ragged cloth and stuffed it into his mouth.

Holding the knife in his arms, Wang Lang squatted in the corner, quietly closing his eyes and pretending to sleep.

The nerves were tense all night, and no one came here. Wang Lang stood up, stretched his body, and found that the woman was hanging motionless. He ran over and saw that she was alive and fell asleep.

Wang Lang went out without letting it go, lit a cigarette and continued walking along the way. From a distance, he saw a very wide and sturdy cable bridge. There were three people sitting on it. The three of them stood up and could piece together the full signal.

The tallest one is a tall man over two meters tall, with a fierce look, and a fat man in the middle with his belly exposed outside. The youngest one is also the most vulgar one, looking like a monkey, sitting there picking his nose.

The cable bridge is between Fengtian Mountain and Wanglang Mountain. It is very wide and stable, and the wooden boards are also very strong. It is no problem to pass a car.

When Wang Lang stepped on the bridge, the three of them stood up one after another.

"The sixth level?" Wang Lang took out his ears and squatted out the cigarette butts, and stuffed the cigarette butts into his pocket without a trash can.

"I am the sixth level." said the fat man in the middle.

"I'm the seventh level." said the tall man.

"I'm the eighth level." The little man smiled obscenely.

Wang Lang slowly drew his knife, "Why don't you go together? I'll waste my energy."

"I'm afraid you can't stand it when we go together." The fat man smiled and said, taking out two short knives. The tall man raised an extra-large hammer from behind, and the vulgar little man was playing with a dagger in his hand.
Chapter completed!