He Has a Dragon

Wang Le didn't expect that there would be such a restriction on the use of the artifact. Only the original owner could fully exert the power of the artifact itself.

While feeling surprised, Wang Le couldn't help but feel confused.

Before Wang Le could ask, Qingyangzi said: "The refining of artifacts is extremely demanding, not to mention the materials and divine patterns. First, a heaven-level warrior must have the natal magic weapon hidden in his Dantian to be qualified to refine artifacts. , no matter how powerful other magic weapons are, they cannot be refined into divine weapons by adding massive amounts of heavenly materials and earthly treasures."

When Wang Le heard Qingyangzi's explanation, he couldn't help asking: "Why?"

Qingyangzi pondered for a moment before replying: "Because after the refining of the magic weapon is completed, its power is already destined, and there is no more potential to be tapped. Also, the magic weapon does not have the spirituality needed for a divine weapon."

After a pause, Qingyangzi continued: "The natal magic weapon has these two points, so it can be refined into a divine weapon."

Wang Le nodded to express his understanding, but couldn't help but murmured: "Although this artifact left behind cannot fully exert its power in the hands of the original owner like before, if it is half as powerful, it is also scary!"

Qingyangzi sighed and said: "That's what I say, but when it comes to the battle between gods at the top of the heaven level, the battle between masters is only a thin line!"

Seeing the worry on His Majesty's face, Lao Yang couldn't help but force a smile and comfort him: "The Master is the number one in the martial arts world. If he can win the first divine battle, I believe he can also win the future peak divine battle with Di Hao! "

Qingyangzi hummed noncommittally and regained his calm expression. The worry on his face was wiped away. However, Wang Le knew in his heart that the other party was still worried about it and would not calm down just because of Lao Yang's simple words. Come down.

Of course, Wang Le couldn't help but think that before this, every time Qingyangzi mentioned his master Xiaoyaozi, he was full of fanatical admiration without exception. Logically speaking, he shouldn't be so worried.

Now that he thought about it more carefully, Wang Le felt like Ming Jing'er in his heart. He knew very well that Qingyangzi should have hidden secrets about Xiaoyaozi in his heart, but he just couldn't tell it to his mouth.

Otherwise, Qingyangzi should be confident in the peak divine battle between Xiaoyaozi and Dihao.

As the saying goes, there must be monsters when things go wrong, and this is exactly the case.

●∽style_;

Just when Wang Le was absent-mindedly thinking about something, Lao Yang muttered: "Only people at the pinnacle of the heavenly level can ignore the dangers of the restricted area.

And lived there all year round. "

Qingyangzi did not answer, just waved his hand and did not want to continue talking about this. Then he took the initiative to change the topic and looked at Wang Le, and seriously warned: "Boy, now I am about to enter Nanhua Temple. Think carefully about Pindao's past. My advice to you is to choose your own magical weapon, preferably a sword, because the strongest inheritance of Nanhua Temple is the way of the sword."

After a pause, Qingyangzi further said: "For a warrior, the natal magical weapon is extremely important to the cultivation of his life. You must choose the one that suits you, otherwise, your combat power will definitely be affected."

Qingyangzi's words couldn't help but make Lao Yang look at Wang Le with even more surprise and disbelief. He thought to himself that His Majesty spoke so highly of the throne, why didn't he even have his own magical weapon?

"What the hell is going on with this throne? It's such a freak." Old Yang couldn't help but mutter in his heart.

Wang Le, who has always been good at observing words and expressions, of course saw Lao Yang's surprise and surprise that he did not have a natal magical weapon. He couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed and thought depressedly: "When I enter Nanhua Temple, I will definitely refine an awesome weapon. Heaven’s natal magic weapon, only in this way can it be worthy of my identity!”

Although Wang Le agrees with what Qingyangzi said that the natal magic weapon is very important, he still believes that the natal magic weapon is a foreign object. To forge iron, you need to be strong yourself. In the end, the only way is to improve your own cultivation level.

With his mind wandering, Wang Le nodded and said: "I will keep the senior's advice in mind, and when I go to Nanhua Temple to refine my own magical weapon, I will try my best to refine as sharp a sword as possible."

Speaking of this, Wang Le couldn't help but imagine the grand scene of the sword energy stretching thirty thousand miles and covering nineteen continents.

For a moment, it was easy to feel fascinated.

After a while, Qingyangzi left his seat and stood up. Seeing this, Lao Yang and Wang Le did not continue to sit on the chairs, and stood up one after another.

Then he saw Qingyangzi looking at Lao Yang with a serious face and seriously giving instructions: "I need to retreat for two days to use secret techniques to completely suppress the injuries in my body. Don't have any accidents during this period!"

Lao Yang hurriedly responded with a respectful response: "Your Majesty, I can rest in peace, and I will take good care of this little brother who is the emperor."

Qingyangzi hummed with dignity, then looked at Wang Le who was standing next to Lao Yang, and said in a deep voice: "Although Lao Yang is here, you still have to rely on yourself in the next two days, and Pindao can't take action. .”

Wang Le's eyes flashed, and the corners of his mouth turned up unconsciously, with an indescribable cruel smile on his face, and he said softly: "Below the earth, whether in Bai Yujing or the entire martial arts world, I believe that there is no one People are my enemies.”

"Uh!" Lao Yang, who was standing nearby, couldn't help but glance at Wang Le, thinking to himself that it is understandable that young people are not afraid of tigers when they are newborn calves, but this kid is too arrogant and dares to underestimate the world's heroes. This is too much. Is it too big? !

Seeing Lao Yang's suspicious look, Qingyangzi smiled slightly and said to him: "Lao Yang, if other young people dare to say such things, you can be disdainful, but the Emperor has the confidence and strength."

After a pause, Qingyangzi narrowed his eyes and said again: "Because he has a record of challenging and winning at higher levels!"

"Ah?" Lao Yang was immediately completely shocked, full of unbelievable surprise, and couldn't help but look at Wang Le again, as if he had gotten to know him a little more.

Just when Lao Yang was stunned, Qingyangzi glanced at Wang Le, and then said seriously to Lao Yang: "Nan Huaiyuan, a veteran martial arts master, died in the hands of this kid."

"Nan Huaiyuan?!" Lao Yang was completely confused, his eyes suddenly widened, and he didn't know what to say for a moment.

At this time, Wang Le couldn't help but blush, and explained with a little embarrassment: "Nan Huaiyuan was seriously injured at the time. This kid just took advantage of it. It can't be considered a real cross-level challenge. Seniors, please don't do it again." Such flattery."

Before Qingyangzi could speak, Lao Yang shook his head and said in disapproval: "Even if Nan Huaiyuan is seriously injured again, he is still a veteran master in the middle of the earth level. He is a famously difficult figure in the martial arts world. As a master of the Xuan level, you Being able to defeat him, as far as I know in the martial arts world, there are only a handful of people who can do this!"