He Has a Dragon

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"As soon as we arrive at Sijiu City, the masters from the clan who came with the special plane to pick me up must have already arrived."

Hong Burang thought about the fact that he had escaped Wang Le's pursuit and asked his family for support before going to his ancestral land, and his belief in survival became stronger.

The reason why those old masters in the clan were not allowed to go to the ancestral land of the martial arts world together was because they were all masters of the martial arts world. Once discovered, the consequences would be disastrous.

In the end, they could only hide in hiding, and Sijiucheng became their best choice. The purpose was to prevent them from being discovered by people in the martial arts world, so that they could use those big shots as threats and calmly leave China and return to the United States. Lair.

Of course, this is also a precaution. If you go deep into a dangerous place, you have to leave a way out for yourself.

Besides, this time I go to the ancestral land of the martial arts world to pick up the life-extending fruit for my ancestor. Whether I can finally bring it back safely to the United States is really related to the continuation and prosperity of the Hong family's destiny, so any possible variables must be considered. Come and respond!

Crossing mountains and rivers, the sun sets and the moon rises, the floods on the way are not allowed to drink the stream water, and eat the yellow and orange wild fruits on the trees in this late autumn season. Finally, at around three o'clock in the morning when everything is silent and darkness swallows everything, there is a sound like a sickle in the sky. The dim moonlight entered the plain area.

"Finally escaped from this hellish place that no one wants to live in!"

Hong Burang gasped for two breaths and turned to look at the towering shadow of the mountain behind him, like an ant looking up at the ancient wild beast, his eyes filled with fear and disaster.

He sat down on the muddy ground, and then saw Hong Burang taking out the wild oranges he picked on the road from his arms. He didn't forget to touch the wooden box containing the life-extending fruit hidden in his arms, and his expression changed. He smiled unconsciously and let out a breath.

Hong Burang quickly peeled and ate the dozen or so wild oranges he had picked to temporarily fool the Five Zang Temple and suppress his huge hunger.

"Ahem——"

Blood stains flowed from the corners of Hong Burang's mouth. The meridians injured by Wang Le had not been completely healed during this escape, and he could only barely control it so as not to continue to deteriorate.

"That little bastard is really my damn nemesis!" Hong Burang thought depressedly.

As for the so-called resentment, there is no doubt that even if you spend all your time, you can't wash away the hatred between the two people.

The title of an old Hong Kong film from the 1990s, "Two Only Live," is the most appropriate way to describe the hatred between these two people.

Between the two of them, it was destined that either he, Hong Burang, would die, or Wang Le would have his hair cut off!

But at this moment, Hong Burang's first thought must be how to escape from the man in white robe. As for Wang Le, the mountains are high and the water is far away, and the future is long!

After resting like this for more than half an hour to regain some strength, Hong Burang didn't dare to delay any longer and got up from the ground to continue on the road.

"Have you rested enough?"

Suddenly, a mocking voice exploded across the vast plain.

Hong Burang, who had just stood up, froze, and his face changed drastically as he looked completely ugly.

At this time, the man in white robe was seen walking slowly out of the darkness in the distance with his hands behind his back, and did not stop until he was three meters away in front of Hong Burang.

The man in the white robe narrowed his eyes slightly, with a cold light flickering inside, teasing Hong Buyi like a cat playing with a mouse: "Run! Why don't you run away?"

After a pause, the man in white robe chuckled and continued: "I gave you a chance before, but you were fined for not eating the toast. If you still want to survive now, it will be difficult!"

Hong Burang responded with a cold expression, but deep down in his heart he sighed and said to himself: "I'm still catching up. Masters of martial arts are not easy to fool!"

Along the way, Hong Burang could be said to be trying to get rid of the traces he left, or he was trying to confuse the man in white robes and make him go astray.

But the imagination is beautiful, but the reality is often cruel. Now that the man in white robe is standing in front of him in a calm state, Hong Burang can feel as if he has fallen into an abyss.

Incomparable regret and disappointment filled my heart.

The natal magic weapon has been destroyed. It is impossible to detonate it like last time and escape from Wang Le's pursuit. Hong Burang's heart trembled when he thought of this!

"God, why are you forcing me like this!"

Hong Burang murmured to himself, the wrinkles on his face getting deeper and deeper, showing a look of misery and even a hint of determination! ! !

At this time, the man in white robe looked at Hong Burang, who had a desperate look on his face. He had reached the end of the road and had nowhere to escape. He felt a sense of relief in his heart, as if he had eaten ice cubes in the summer.

"You'd better be captured without any help, you remnant! In this case, I will leave your body intact and find a place to bury it, so as not to leave your body in the wilderness and be eaten by wild beasts, and you will not be able to live in peace after death." The man in white robe looked like he was giving alms. , looked down at Hong Burang and said.

Hong Burang's rickety waist straightened up, and he could still faintly see the spirit of the head of the Hong family who was so full of energy that he could swallow thousands of miles like a tiger. It's a pity that they are all gone.

"May I ask your name, so that Mr. Hong will not be a fool on the road." Hong Burang asked with a solemn face and handed over to the man in white robe.

"Huh?" The white-robed man raised his slender eyebrows, showing a full look of pride, and responded: "I am Zhang Chenzhou, the sword-wielding disciple of Fan Rendian, the great protector of the Heavenly King's Palace!"

Before Hong could stop talking, the man in white robe shook his head and sneered: "I, Zhang Chenzhou, satisfy your desire not to be a fool, then do I hand over the treasure in my arms?"

Having said this, the white-robed man Zhang Chenzhou looked at the bulge in Hong Burang's arms with fiery eyes filled with greed.

Just when Zhang Chenzhou thought that the situation was certain and Hong Burang could not escape from his grasp, and began to daydream about the beauty of getting the other person's treasure, he saw a strange smile appear on Hong Burang's miserable face!

"Zhang Chenzhou, do you think you can catch Mr. Hong like this?" Hong Burang's eyes instantly became extremely distant. He looked at Zhang Chenzhou in front of him and said with a hint of ridicule.

"Oh?" Zhang Chenzhou's long and thin eyebrows suddenly wrinkled together, and he began to look Hong Burang up and down, while asking: "Not only is your martial arts cultivation low and not worth mentioning, but you also have old wounds in your body that have not healed. , Now that we are at the end of our strength, is it possible that we can still cause some trouble?"

After finishing speaking, Zhang Chenzhou pretended to look into the darkness around him, and continued disdainfully: "You are alone and there are no reinforcements. Could it be that the black beads haven't been used up yet?"

Speaking of the black beads, Zhang Chenzhou's face suddenly turned ugly. He stared at Hong Burang and said, "I was unprepared at the time and fell into the trap. Now I want to repeat the same trick. Do you think you can do it?"

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