He Has a Dragon

Wang Le's cold eyes looked at Guan Hong, who was seriously injured and dying, slumped in a pool of blood. He couldn't help but sigh in his heart that it was really difficult for a warrior to die. If it were an ordinary person, he wouldn't have talked so much, and he would have died long ago on the road to hell. ( # ......)!

However, when Wang Le thought about the situation where the opponent had just fought with him in close combat, he also understood in his heart that this was to temper his body. Otherwise, his vitality would not be so strong.

Just when Wang Le was thinking about things, Guan Hong, who was sitting in a pool of blood, slowly raised his head, stared at Wang Le with resentment in his eyes, gritted his teeth and said word by word: "The throne of the emperor, today is in full view of everyone." If you kill me below, I will definitely fight you to death at the lower division’s gate in the future..."

Before Guan Hong could finish speaking, Wang Le suddenly felt something bad in his heart. He moved his feet and turned into an afterimage, rushing towards the opponent.

With a "bang" sound that was heartbreaking and even more chilling, Wang Le stepped on Guan Hong's head and pushed it to the ground, then stomped straight in!

Guan Hong's desperate and vicious yelling stopped abruptly, and the words he had yet to say could never be uttered.

Wang Le didn't want this guy to show his weakness in front of a large audience.

You must know that there are many things in this world that once put on the table, it will be a double stare, and then there will be no room for change.

"If you want to take the head from my neck, I'll crush your skull first!"

Wang Le snorted coldly and muttered to himself as if no one else was around. This made the faces of the warriors watching change drastically.

Because in their view, this is an obvious warning threat, and the corpse under their feet now with its head crushed and melon seeds crushed is the best example.

First there was Dong Chong, who was lying dead on the street, and now there was the guy in front of him who called himself Yuan Hong of Montenegro. Everyone believed without a doubt that once they messed with the emperor who came from the mortal world in front of them, they would definitely have to eat a bowl of shoe sole bones. noodle!

In the dark corner of the crowd of onlookers, Happy Fish looked at such a ferocious and unfamiliar scene, because he had seen it once yesterday on the long street outside the Tiantianrenjing Restaurant.

But he still couldn't help but tremble in his heart, and whispered to himself: "Killing is just killing, but it must be so vicious and cruel, the devil is nothing more than that."

The twin old servants Uncle Ze and Uncle Cang who were standing nearby also twitched their eyelids in unison and their expressions became extremely solemn, because Happy Fish's words touched their hearts.

Then I saw Mr. Six Fingers standing in front.

He sighed without looking back, and said with deep emotion: "This child's vicious behavior is extremely harmful to nature. Once he grows up, no one in the martial arts world can restrain him."

As soon as he finished speaking, Uncle Cang said in a hoarse voice: "This kind of person's flaws must be repaid. If you can't beat him to death completely with a stick, it's better not to provoke him easily."

Uncle Ze, who was standing next to him, chuckled softly and said: "Qinggong Piaomiao Peak will know about Guan Hong's death soon. When the time comes, it will be difficult for the emperor to escape with his life, as if he wanted to climb to the sky!"

Happy Fish shook his head in disapproval and retorted: "Guan Hong has concealed his true identity. Moreover, this is an open and fair battle. The winner is the king and the loser is the enemy since ancient times. There is nothing to say after death. No matter how prosperous the Qing Palace is, , there is no rival in the central area, but we must follow the rules!”

After a pause, Happy Fish changed the topic again, and said with a hint of schadenfreude: "But with the way Qing Palace has always acted, this emperor will definitely suffer a lot."

Uncle Ze and Uncle Cang did not refute, but nodded to express their approval, and said no more. After all, this throne had nothing to do with them, so there was no need to waste more words.

At this time, Mr. Liu Zhi standing in front said noncommittally: "It's not Qing Palace's turn to take action yet. Isn't the emperor still in trouble now?"

"Uh!" Happy Fish was startled at first, then couldn't help but glanced at the master's back in front of him.

As a disciple, although Happy Fish could not guess what the master was really thinking, he could still understand a few things. He couldn't help but think to himself: "For the map of the treasure house of the tomb of Yingzheng, the First Emperor, no matter whether the emperor took away Sun Lequan's On that half of the map, Master has already had murderous intentions."

Thinking of this, Happy Fish looked at Wang Le in the field, and unconsciously cast a layer of pity. He sighed in his heart: "Even if your throne sweeps across the White Jade Jingxuan Ranking, so what if you are invincible? After all, you will still be invincible. Master is such an overlord!"

Mr. Liuzhi, who was standing in front, looked at Wang Le in the field without hesitation. As his eyes opened and closed, murderous intent loomed.

Earlier during the day, he had speculated and even confirmed that the foundation of the throne was the hidden Taoism, which really made him hesitant.

But the battle that just ended in front of him completely shaken his previous judgment, because in his opinion, although the emperor's offensive and defensive moves were deadly, there was no order.

Even the disciples of a small sect would not behave like this when fighting with others, let alone a hidden Taoist tradition that is independent from the martial arts world and is feared.

With his mind wandering, Mr. Liu Zhi stopped looking at Wang Le, then turned sharply to look at his disciples and servants, and said in a deep voice: "This emperor definitely comes from a common and wild background, and is not feared. I don’t dare to act rashly, so I must keep an eye on him and capture him directly if necessary!”

The expressions of the three people suddenly changed dramatically, and Uncle Ze and Uncle Cang, the twin old servants, responded with respect without hesitation.

Happy Fish followed suit and bowed, then looked at Mr. Six Fingers cautiously, and said hesitantly: "Master, if the emperor was born in Yeluzi and came from the world of mortals, then where would he have the cultivation resources to conquer himself? He was so tempered? Even in close combat, even Guan Hong, who was born in Qinggong Piaomiao Peak, couldn't suppress him."

I saw Mr. Liu Zhi glance at his disciple, nod and praise: "You can think of this, and your daily teaching as a teacher is not in vain."

Before Happy Fish could even say a few words of modesty, Mr. Liuzhi changed the subject and said, "But Yu'er, you are too young after all."

"Uh!" Happy Fish couldn't help but be startled, and then said respectfully: "Master, please help me clarify my doubts."

Mr. Liuzhi narrowed his eyes slightly and asked, "How is the martial arts talent of this emperor?"

"Uh!" If the person in front of him was not his master, Happy Fish would have rolled his eyes on the spot because this question was so untechnical.

"Ahem!" Happy Fish cleared his throat and replied with a serious face: "Judging from the emperor's performance these few times, especially the killing of Guan Hong today, there is no doubt that his martial arts cultivation level is in the late Xuanjie stage. .”

After a pause, Happy Fish couldn't help but show a hint of envy, and said sincerely: "How old is he when he has reached the late stage of martial arts? Looking at the martial arts world, you can count his peers with such achievements with just one slap. "