He Has a Dragon

Wang Le understands that wealth can be gained through risk, and he also knows that the risk must be within the scope of his own tolerance. As the saying goes, everything must be done in a moderate way.

If you cannot grasp the degree, then it is the way to death.

Apparently, killing Sun Lequan obtained half a map of the treasure house of the First Emperor Yingzheng's tomb, which aroused Mr. Liuzhi's suspicion. Wang Le knew that the next risk was simply not something he could bear.

The gap in strength is like a huge chasm, which cannot be bridged at all for a while. Wang Le believes that there must be spies around the mansion now, monitoring his movements at all times. Who knows when Mr. Six Fingers or other martial arts masters will appear? The masters, including the old Yang couple in front of them, suddenly used their spiritual consciousness to investigate themselves.

If he had not stayed in the bedroom at that time, Wang Le believed that his only way out was to activate the power of the Eye of Deception and flee from Bai Yujing.

You must know that the term "Huai Bi Qi Qi" is not a joke. If you don't mention it far away, let's talk about Sun Lequan. It is precisely because he has the map of the treasure house of the tomb of the First Emperor Yingzheng in his hand. Otherwise, Wang Le would have let him go without saying anything. A life. How could there be a return shot?

Back to the subject, Lao Yang and his wife secretly looked at Wang Le. Seeing that Wang Le always looked more unfair than Dou E, they gave up and continued to observe, and their doubts disappeared a lot.

In this way, Lao Yang and his wife said no more nonsense. After saying hello to Wang Le and saying goodbye, the two people standing in the air disappeared from Wang Le's sight and returned to their residence.

After all, what to do next, Qingyangzi still has to leave seclusion before making plans.

After Lao Yang and his wife left, Wang Le did not stay on the railing anymore. He turned around and went back to the bedroom. He lay down on the bed again, with his hands on the pillow, his eyes wide open, and his brain working rapidly, thinking back to the day he entered Bai Yujing yesterday. What you have done so far.

If there is any flaw in this, it is that I have not fully adapted to the environment of the martial arts world, and it is obviously wrong to still look at this place from the perspective of the secular world.

After a while, Wang Le, who was lying on the bed with his hands on his pillow, said softly to himself: "A typical acclimatization! It seems that we need to adapt and integrate into the environment of the martial arts world as soon as possible, otherwise, I will fall into trouble sooner or later!"

In this way, Wang Le did not meditate. After all, his current situation is not an exaggeration to say that he is looking around like a pack of wolves. He can only hope that Qingyangzi can break through the barrier quickly and leave as soon as possible. This has become a dragon's pond and a tiger's den, extremely dangerous. Bai Yujing.

Wang Le believes that if time drags on for too long, things will become really big and out of control.

As Lao Yang said just now,

When the time comes, once an old ghost who has reached the heavenly level of martial arts comes to Bai Yujing, even if Qingyangzi returns to his original peak state, the mantis will stand in the way and he will be overestimating his capabilities.

Thinking of this, Wang Le, who was always used to controlling everything, felt very uncomfortable, because this passive situation of just sitting around and waiting for death was too embarrassing.

But the reality is cruel. Who makes Wang Lexiu's strength inferior to others?

"It seems that the best way is to speed up your cultivation. Otherwise, you will often encounter this kind of passive situation in the future."

Wang Le, who recognized the reality, couldn't help but secretly decide, deep in his heart full of motivation to accelerate his martial arts cultivation.

If outsiders knew what Wang Le was thinking, they would be dumbfounded and scold this guy for not being satisfied. He has already reached the late stage of martial arts at a young age. Although it is not unprecedented, it is still extremely rare.

There are only a handful of geniuses of his generation who can compare with him in today's martial arts world!

What is even more rare is that, as both Qingyangzi and Han Ruoshui mentioned, Wang Le grew up on his own in a secular world with no cultivation resources.

As long as you are a warrior, you are very clear about the difficulty in this. Otherwise, given the nature of these two heroes who have always been above the top, they would not say that Wang Le is a monster-like existence.

Of course, the reason why Qingyangzi and Han Ruoshui valued him was not only his monster-like talent in martial arts, but also Wang Le's temperament that had a rift in his chest and a city in his heart.

If monster-like talent determines your future infinite potential on the road to martial arts, then your character determines whether you can overcome setbacks and difficulties and reach the pinnacle of martial arts!

Of course, the strength of one's invisible luck is also important.

Just when Wang Le's thoughts were wandering, in a house not far from the small wooden building in the back garden, Mr. and Mrs. Yang were sitting opposite each other, talking to each other with solemn expressions on their faces.

"Old lady, although Nephew Wang is young and light, his heart is as deep as the sea. I don't know if what he said just now is credible or not!"

Lao Yang took a tasteless sip of tea and put down the tea cup in his hand. He couldn't help but sigh and murmured, unable to let go of his words.

I saw Mrs. Yang sighing and saying with a hint of helplessness in her solemnity: "Now the deal is done. Regardless of whether what Wang Xiannephew said is true or false, there will definitely be a lot of people looking for trouble in the future. Look around our mansion now." There are more and more hidden whistles, so we have to take a peek."

When Lao Yang thought of the dense spies outside the mansion, he couldn't help but feel his scalp numb. He smiled bitterly and said: "All the big and small forces in Bai Yujing are now gathered together. The commotion caused by Mr. Liuzhi, who was Bai Yujing's rotating speaker just now, is really real. It’s too big, otherwise it wouldn’t have attracted so much attention.”

After a pause, Lao Yang narrowed his eyes and continued: "Mr. Six Fingers was just a test just now. Otherwise, he would have come to the door in person. So today, the two of us must fight to the death for your Majesty. It is really dangerous." very."

At this point, Lao Yang's tone couldn't help but become helpless, and he said slowly: "No matter how you look at this Wang Xian Nephew, he looks like a troublemaker. From now on, Nanhua Temple will be restless. No wonder your Majesty thinks so highly of this boy. But he didn’t return it to the Xuguan sect. This must be the reason why.”

"Uh!" Old Mrs. Yang's solemn expression suddenly turned funny. She glared at her husband angrily and said, "Since ancient times, the wind will destroy the trees that are beautiful in the forest. Nephew Wang Xian was like this at a young age. Achievements, no matter how many troubles of cause and effect, are normal."

Then Mrs. Yang did not forget to continue: "One general can achieve the goal of killing thousands of bones. The same is true for the path of martial arts. Look at those people who have reached the pinnacle of martial arts. Which one is not because of too many karma troubles? You have to bleed and drift in the oars to survive in the end, and this process is also the best training!"

I saw Lao Yang replying quickly with a smile: "Old lady, you said it thoroughly."