He Has a Dragon

When everyone heard about the bone-crushing soles from Wang Le, most of them couldn't help but think of Dong Chong, who was stomped on the head by Wang Le on the long street outside the Heavenly World Restaurant in full view of everyone.

Whether he saw it with his own eyes or heard about it, chills ran down his spine unconsciously, thinking to himself that this throne was really cruel.

"Heishan Yuan Hong, why haven't I heard of this name?"

"Did I say you have shit in your head? This must be a fake name!"

"How do you know it's a fake name?"

"Nonsense! Anyone who dares to come and challenge the throne now, if his martial arts cultivation is not at the late Xuan level, is like an old man who has hanged himself because he thinks his life is too long, and is seeking death!"

"What you said makes sense."

"What kind of name does it make sense? I often visit friends in the Black Mountains three hundred miles outside the White Jade City, but I have never heard of Yuan Hong. How can a master in the late stage of martial arts be so unknown?"

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The chatter in the crowd did not affect Yuan Hong, who was standing alone in the empty field at all. His face was still cold and his eyes were always fixed on Wang Le, unmoved.

Wang Le, who was standing on the steps of the mansion, of course heard the speculation and discussion about Yuan Hong's identity in the crowd. The vigilance deep in his heart suddenly rose to the highest point. The fists wearing the ultimate magical weapon to control the mountains and rivers were quickly clenched and pressed again. Release immediately.

Wang Le's black and white eyes were particularly deep and mysterious after opening the Delusion-Destroying Dharma Eye. When he looked meaningfully at Yuan Hong at the bottom of the steps, he suddenly stiffened, but soon returned to his natural state.

If it weren't for thoughtful people, including Wang Le, there would be no way to notice this.

For Wang Le, he has always been the kind of cautious person who has to wipe his mouth with a napkin several times before eating.

Now that I saw Yuan Hong's subtle movements, I was immediately sure that the other party must have concealed his true identity, and it goes without saying that he was wary deep in his heart.

However, Wang Le did not reveal this matter because he believed that Yuan Hong would not admit his true identity even if he was beaten to death.

Besides, although Yuan Hong is still a living person at this moment, in Wang Le's eyes, this guy is already dead. It is simply unnecessary and unnecessary to doubt and expose the other party's identity.

My mind wanders,

Wang Le, who was motionless, stepped forward and walked down the steps, walking slowly and unhurriedly until he was three meters away from Yuan Hong before stopping.

Wang Le's every move instantly caused the noisy chatter in the crowd to disappear and become completely quiet.

Everyone's eyes were fixed on Wang Le and Yuan Hong, and they were unwilling to blink for fear of missing any key action.

At this moment, a sinister look flashed across Yuan Hong's eyes, an inexplicable smile appeared on his face, and he said softly: "Emperor, you will be Yuan's stepping stone to the realm of martial arts, so Be proud of it.”

Before the words were spoken, as soon as calm was restored, the silent crowd roared and began to chatter.

"No wonder Yuan Hong dares to challenge the throne. It turns out that he has reached the peak of the late martial arts profound level. As long as he obtains enough training resources to break through the bottleneck, he will be able to advance to the martial arts earth level."

"His name is not on the Baiyu Jingxuan List. Who is this guy named Yuan Hong?"

"The throne of the emperor is going to be in trouble now. No matter the four Tian Chenghai brothers who were defeated before, or the Dong Chong and Tieshan who were killed later, they are not masters of the late Xuan level!"

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Amidst the extremely noisy discussion, the warriors onlookers looked at Yuan Hong with envy, jealousy, hatred, fear, and suspicion.

However, this also makes everyone look forward to the next fight between the two in the field, which will definitely be a fight to the death.

The onlookers present are not fools. It is obvious that Yuan Hong and Emperor Zuo have murderous intentions, and they will definitely not show mercy!

Wang Le raised his sword eyebrows slightly, looked at Yuan Hong who was standing opposite, showed a silent sneer, and said lightly: "There have been many people who want me to be a stepping stone, and there is no shortage of you. There will be even more in the future.”

After a pause, Wang Le's originally calm eyes became extremely sharp in an instant, as if shooting out two sharp swords moving forward, staring at Yuan Hong with murderous intent, and said word by word: " Just because you want me to be a stepping stone? Hey, that’s really whimsical!"

I saw Yuan Hong showing a weird smile, not afraid of Wang Le's oppressive force at all, like a rock in the sea's frenzy, and replied slowly and firmly: "Fantasy? Yuan doesn't think so!"

Wang Le couldn't help but narrowed his eyes slightly when he saw Yuan Hong's confident expression.

At this moment, Wang Le's intuition told him that the Yuan Hong in front of him was the strongest among his peers since he entered the martial arts world.

What's more important is that Yuan Hong's body exudes a strange and indescribable sense of danger, which makes Wang Le feel a little frightened unconsciously!

Taking a deep breath, Wang Le suppressed the fluctuating thoughts in his heart and returned to a calm fighting state.

At this time, Mr. Six Fingers, accompanied by two old twin servants and Happy Fish, came from the True Dragon Avenue, and were welcomed by his subordinates to a dark place that had been occupied for a long time, just in time to see the front steps of the mansion. Two people were facing each other in the open space.

When Mr. Liuzhi saw Yuan Hong, he couldn't help showing a look of surprise on his face, and whispered to himself: "When did he come to Bai Yujing?"

One of the twin old servants standing half a step behind Mr. Liuzhi also changed his face slightly and said, "I didn't expect that the always mysterious Piaomiao Peak disciples in the Qing Palace would also come."

"A person from Qingong Piaomiao Peak?" Happy Fish's face suddenly became solemn. He looked at the old servant who was speaking and asked in a deep voice, "Uncle Ze, how did you recognize that he is a disciple from Qinggong Piaomiao Peak?"

I saw that the old servant who was called Uncle Ze did not hide anything, and replied calmly: "Just before returning to Baiyujing this time, the old servant accompanied his master to visit Zeng Yifan, the master of Qinggong Piaomiao Peak, and happened to meet this person! "

Having said this, Uncle Ze glanced at Yuan Hong who was standing in the field, and then said to Happy Fish: "This man's name is Guan Hong, and he is the third disciple of Piaomiao Peak Master Zeng Yifan!"

"Uh!" Happy Fish couldn't help but look at Wang Le in the field, and couldn't help showing a look of gloating, and said with a loud smile: "This guy from the Emperor's seat is really unlucky, regardless of Sun Lequan's half of the picture. Whether the map of Emperor Yingzheng’s tomb treasure house is on him or not, it’s already caused a lot of trouble.”

"Forget it. I didn't expect to offend the people from Qinggong Piaomiao Peak again. If they die in battle later, they will die like a light. If we win, hehe..."