The little monkey went downstairs in a panic, stood honestly behind his Lao Tzu, and squeezed his eyes at Zhao Kuang.

"You are the Zhao Kuanglan that the little monkey often talks about." The middle-aged man's gaze at Zhao Kuangran softened slightly, probably because he was grateful that Zhao Kuangran had desperately protected the little monkey just now, but even so, the middle-aged man's face still made people feel a little scary, and it was hard to imagine that the little monkey who had always been kind to him had such an old man.

Zhao Kuang nodded chaotically, feeling that the coercion on the middle-aged man in front of him was even more powerful than that masked outlaw, but he could make this man be slashed, and the assassin on the fourth floor just now was by no means a good type, and the only one who could deal with the little monkey family with such a big deal was Qian Guozhong.

"Little Monkey thanks to you for taking care of me, I am Huang Botong, the old son of Little Monkey, you have to call me Uncle Sheng according to your generation, it shouldn't be a loss." A hint of a smile appeared on the middle-aged man's face, but that face could still scare crying children, a completely evil face, Gong San'er's completely obscene villain appearance, and this Huang Botong was also 108,000 miles away.

"Uncle." Zhao Kuang scratched his head and said, Wu Ming beside him also screamed worriedly, you know, this is not close to people or iron-faced Huang Botong, but others can't make friends with grandpa and grandma, let alone this uncle.

Huang Botong patted Zhao Kuangran's shoulder, as if the wound on his body did not affect him to do anything at all, and left with the smiling and attentive Zhang Ju.

"Brother Zhao, thank you" Before the little monkey could say another word, he was interrupted by Zhao Kuang: "We don't need to talk so much about it, we can talk a lot." ”

The little monkey nodded vigorously.

No matter how big the lake is, there will be waves if there are too many stones, and Zhao Kuangran knows that this attack may not be the first step, but it will never be the last step.

The night of Qingdao, like a star, falls some bustling.

A private high-end club, full of luxury cars parked at the door, Cayenne and the like can only be called the second line, passers-by know that they are less than a hundred meters away, even if they climb for a lifetime, they can't get there, a little sad, most of them ignore themselves, and the sad gray slips away.

A red flag drove slowly, driving a well-known guy in Qingdao.

Xu Muyang got out of the car first, opened the back seat door, and came out with a cane first, and an old man in a Mao suit got out of the car with the help of Xu Muyang, Pan Weigong, this legendary old man.

Meng Dengjiao came to greet him one step later, and a large number of fierce people who could say their names behind him, Meng Dengbao looked at Pan Weigong apologetically, Pan Weigong nodded indifferently, and nodded at the juniors behind Meng Deng, and everyone entered the clubhouse.

It was at this time that the roe deer rushed over, and he also happened to witness the scene of Pan Weigong entering this black hall, looking at the blood boiling, when will he be able to reach this height. The old evil looked at Pan Weigong, the somewhat staggering back, as if he was not living in the same world, Li Hong's eyes were thoughtful, the three of them also saw Pan Weigong for the first time, but they had a very different feeling.

Finally entered the clubhouse, there was no obstruction, into the eye is a dragon-shaped relief, magnificent, as if invisibly overwhelmed people, followed a few scattered people into a huge room, but it was already full of people, the front Pan Weigong sat in the middle, behind the two, Meng Deng copied Xu Muyang, one right and one left, once again shocked the roe deer, imagining that maybe a year ago they may not be able to shake any of the old man's feelings.

Everyone stood around, without complaining, but they knew that Pan Weigong's left and right hands were standing.

"I'm sure you're no stranger to me." Pan Weigong cleared his throat and said, his voice was sharp and strong, and he couldn't tell that it was an old man, and the whole room was quiet.

"I, an old man, have been in Qingdao for a long time, I can't say that I have no distractions, and I can't be scolded by others, thinking that for myself to accumulate some virtue, Qingdao's big stove should also put a few firewood." Pan Weigong said vaguely, did not dare to answer, even in the whole of Qingdao, there are very few who dare to answer, Pan Weigong seems to have expected such a result to continue: "Young people will eventually stand in the center of the ring, I also survived like this, the black hall is just to give you an explanation, but also to give me an explanation, after today there is no Pan Weigong in Qingdao, only the black hall." ”

Although the language is simple and it seems to be chatting about homely things, there is no doubt that thunder sounded in everyone's brains, Pan Weigong retired? Or maybe the golden basin washed its hands?

Pan Weigong got up gently, holding the dragon's head cane, followed closely behind Xu Muyang, and under the gaze of everyone, he left the room where the heroes gathered step by step.

Meng Deng was unmoved, looked deeply at Pan Weigong's back, and finally clenched his fists and sat down in the position that Pan Weigong had done, and there was an uproar, which implied that it was no longer obvious that Pan Weigong's position was taken over by Meng Deng, and he was also a well-known figure.

"Guys who are doing it, I won't say any more clichés, I think you will be interested in the Black Pavilion, today is the day of the establishment of the Black Pavilion, and it is also the day of the thirteenth list, and the day of the forty-third flower." Meng Dengtu looked around at the crowd, of course, there was only one curator, and he had already sat in his position.

The roe deer had to obey Meng Deng, such a class can maximize the benefits, and it will also make the black hall unprecedentedly powerful, although the black hall is only a private club, but this club contains almost all the young people and even the older generation in Qingdao. Such a black hall, the huge Qingdao, who can shake it? As long as it can continue to develop, there will be more opportunities to create profits, which are unimaginable.

Thirteen chairs were carried out by the men in black and placed on both sides of Meng Deng, making people wonder whether they were in this black hall of Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon, belonging to Bangyan and Tanhua? is still a showman, maybe not even a show, and he is not qualified to squeeze in.

Meng Dengchao may have seen everyone's doubts, and knocked on the armrest of the wooden chair and said: "You don't have to worry, as long as you are invited over, you are eligible to join the Black Pavilion, but I hope that I remember my identity, I am qualified to let you in, and I am qualified to let you out." ”

There was silence for a while, and I didn't dare to say that I was not convinced.

"The first leader, Bai Yulong Zhang Congshuo." Meng Deng said lightly.

This is the first time the roe deer has heard of this name, and this is almost the second person in the Black House.

A pale-faced man came from the corner, everyone made a way, the man sat down gently, sat on a wooden chair, there was a feminine aura on his body, the roe deer and this Cong Shuo looked at each other, and suddenly felt a chill in his heart, this feeling was very strange.

"Second place, Storm Bear Fan Shili." Meng Dengbao spoke again, and the crowd of people talking quieted down again, this is a fierce man in Qingdao for some years, it can be said that it has reached the level of a big owl, and it is even more terrifying than the eleven evils, but there will be no eleven evils from today onwards.

A man with a strong body and a pigtail and a beard sat on the second chair, which made people doubt whether this wooden chair could support the weight of this man, this man and Zhang Congshuo were on the opposite side, Fan Shili looked at Zhang Congshuo opposite each other, and it seemed that he was very dissatisfied with his second place.

Not allowing everyone to think about it, Meng Deng copied: "The third eight-faced Buddha Zou Hexuan. ”

This time it was a slightly younger young man, with a blood-red cross tattooed around his neck, and an unsurprising evil smile on his face, and he sat down in the third chair with some grace, but the momentum on his body did not belong to the two who had already sat down.

The more the roe deer looked, the more surprised they became, this one of them had only heard of it and had never seen it, but the demons of Qingdao's central force were also the guys who really supported a large capital, and they could get together like this, and the energy of the black hall was undoubted.

"Sixth, Ghost Jumping Over the Wall Poison Kui." The roe deer finally heard a familiar name, Poison Kui still has one leg and is not good, in the voice of everyone's discussion, he sat firmly in the sixth position, and it is also the youngest thirteen list, and it can still be ranked in the top six, and the roe deer has to take Poison Kui's strength.

"Ninth, Xiao Zhuge Zhao Zihe." This guy is no stranger to roe deer, and it was this Zhao Zihe who invited him, but the roe deer especially dislikes this Zhao Zihe, too insidious, or an absolute interestist, since they are all ranked ninth, it is estimated that he is not most qualified to squeeze into the thirteen lists, but look at this lineup of roe deer and do not feel unwilling, he is just a person who came to Qingdao from Xuzhou for three years, and there is still a gap of 108,000 miles compared to these people.

"Twelfth, little ghost Yu Waves." This one is relatively neutral, and even Zhao Kuanglan can't tell whether it's a man or a woman. However, the roe deer looked at the last chair, but there were countless eyes looking at the chair, but the list was a level away from Tanhua, but it was a world away.

"Thirteenth, roe deer."

There is no description this time, only the word roe deer, the roe deer found that he was a little unstable, his legs were trembling, the roe deer wanted to laugh at his current self, just a role model excited him like this, what can he do in the future?