Hearing this, everyone didn't say anything, only cold snorting sounds came from scattered, and the rest were drinking tea.

Wang Lang swept around and said, "Ghost Hand, let's sleep for two nights."

"If you are not afraid of death, come." Ghost Hand glanced at Wang Lang.

Wang Lang looked at the Taoist who was hiding again, "Dirty rat, let's sleep together?"

The Taoist who dundi smiled sinisterly, "I'm afraid you won't dare."

Wang Lang took out his ears, "Old Song?"

Song Buwen just cared about drinking tea and ignored Wang Lang.

Wang Lang turned his head and looked at Cao Qiufeng not far away. Cao Qiufeng gently picked up the tea cup and gently blew the tea leaves on the tea soup, saying nothing, but his attitude was very clear.

Stay wherever you are cool.

Wang Lang had no choice but to turn his head to look at Mei Bi, who immediately had an ominous premonition.

The invitation has been given to Wang Lang for so long. Now there is no place for Wang Lang. This is clearly intentional. Who else can Wang Lang disgust if Mei Bi disgusted?

The other Wang Lang could not beat him, but Mei Bi and Wang Lang had the confidence to do it.

"Master Mei, look, they either dislike me or refuse me, and even threaten me. As the head of Fengtian Sect, you can't dislike me, right?"

Mei Bi smiled dryly and sat on the chair brought by the disciple, "I'll send someone to arrange a room for the Dragon King."

Wang Lang shook his head and said politely, "No need to be so troublesome. I am a casual person. Just squeeze each other. Don't you dislike me, right?"

Mei Bi laughed dryly, "I don't dislike it, but I'm just afraid that the Dragon King will dislike me."

Wang Lang waved his hand, "I am not a picky person. I just need to sleep with a seat, it doesn't matter who I sleep with."

Mei Bi smiled dryly. "It's good if the Dragon King doesn't dislike it."

Wang Lang stopped talking and sat there playing with his cell phone.

No one spoke in a group of people, and the atmosphere was once very quiet and a little awkward.

Wang Lang started the game and looked up at everyone casually, "What do you guys do? Don't stop. I'm really bored. There's a good signal on Fengtian Mountain. I'll leave here later."

A bunch of people drank tea and didn't speak.

Finally, Mr. Qifeng was the first to speak, "This little guy loves to disrupt the situation. Let's continue the topic just now. In this martial arts conference, you don't play with false things. You should do whatever you want. But the rules of previous years have to be changed. I believe that many sects have their own industries. We can also add one to make interested sects bets, and then select sects to fight. If you win, you will win the industry that you bet on from the other party's industries."

"You're not nonsense. Those who are awesome will bully the weak. Besides, those who are not strong will not dare to participate in the competition. No one will play at that time. What's the use of designing this?" Wang Lang, who was playing the game, interrupted casually.

Qi Feng smiled slightly, "The little guy has considered a lot. Those who come to attend the martial arts conference are all famous and respectful in the world. Doing such things that bully the weak will be stung, so no one will do it. Moreover, there is another thing, as long as the top ten, they will win the prize in the prize pool. The prize was collected by a group of us, not much, 100 million."

"Miko?"

"What?"

"One hundred million US dollars?" Wang Lang asked.

Mr. Qifeng smiled and pointed Wang Lang with his fingers, "The little guy has a big appetite. Where did we get so much money from the old bones? The world of the world today is no longer the same world as before. It is lifeless and not as passionate as before. We do this just to inspire the enthusiasm of the people in the world."

"You can just take it down, you're just a trash. Listen to my accent, trash, shit! shit! shit! shit!!"

Mr. Qifeng's complexion changed.

"Then you are cutting the back row! What does it mean to be an assassin who is fighting to the death? Are you orphan?" Wang Lang cursed.

A group of talents realized that Wang Lang was playing games on his mobile phone.

Then Wang Lang looked up at Qifeng, "If others don't know you, can I still know you? If you don't have any benefits, can you do such a loss-making business?"

Qifeng was not angry either, "Little guy, he has a lot of prejudice against me."

"What do you think? I just think you are unhappy! Don't play with such trash. I'm still afraid of you in the national server?"

A group of people were speechless.

Wang Lang collected his cell phone and looked at Qifeng, "What did you just say?"

Qifeng smiled, "Little guy, aren't you going to contribute something to the world? Do you know that you have a lot of property?"

"Stop, I have obtained much property by trying my best. You are a moral kidnapping. If I am happy, I will donate it. It doesn't matter whether you remember my goodness. I am unhappy. If you force me to donate, I'm sorry, stay wherever you are cool." Wang Lang said crossing his legs.

Qifeng leaned on crutches with both hands, "Little guy, as arrogant as ever."

Wang Lang took out his ears and lowered his head to continue playing the game.

"Dear friends, I'm afraid we'll see each other again after this martial arts conference." Qi Feng suddenly said.

Wang Lang, who was playing the game, suddenly looked up and said, "You can pull it. More than ten years ago, you were lying on the bed and shouting that you were in a bad mood. You had to wear old clothes when you drank a bowl of millet porridge and slept in a sleep. You were more energetic than anyone else. You are Mr. Qifeng, you are simply reincarnated by Xuanwu."

Some people didn't understand what Wang Lang meant, and they thought Wang Lang praised Mr. Qifeng, but Song Buwen understood it, lowered his head to drink tea, and smiled at the corner of his mouth.

Mr. Qifeng pointed at Wang Lang with a finger and said with a smile, "Little guy, I'm still circled by calling me a thousand-year-old turtle."

Wang Lang took out his ears and said, "I'm playing jungler, and the assistant doesn't have to be with me, I can get flirted."

Qifeng drank a sip of tea speechlessly.

"The day after tomorrow is Mid-Autumn Festival. We compete during the day. At night, we will watch the moon and watch the show in a harmonious manner. How about it?" Mr. Qifeng said again.

"Everything is what you listen to," said the few people next to you.

Qi Feng looked at Song Buwen, and Song Buwen put down the teacup, "I have no objection."

Qi Feng looked at Wang Lang who was playing games again, "Little guy, can you calm down?"

Wang Lang stared at his phone, "Get on the road and lead the line, hey, hey, I'll go! The team on the opposite side is destroyed, and there are still more than twenty seconds to live. Wouldn't you win if you go over and destroy the tower directly? Hey, I'll go! You are Nezha invited by the monkey on the opposite side!"

Everyone looked at Wang Lang quietly.

Chen Agou, who was sitting in the corner, took out a cigarette gun from his belt, scooped a tobacco pot and leaves, lit the dry tobacco and took a sip. Chen Laogou suddenly opened his mouth and squirted when facing Wang Lang.

A brilliant light rushed towards Wang Lang. When he was about to reach Wang Lang, he suddenly exploded, forming a ball of flame that was about to wrap Wang Lang's head.

Wang Lang leaned back and lay on the ground with the man and the chair. After cursing and swearing, he got up. Wang Lang put on his cell phone, picked up the chair and smashed it over.

Chen Laogou easily opened the chair.

Wang Lang pulled the knife and got on.
Chapter completed!