He Has a Dragon

When Lao Yang and his wife were so boastful about Wang Le and were completely speechless, Wang Le frowned and said in a deep voice: "It is true that Dong Chong is a disciple of the Heavenly King Palace, but the identity of Yuan Hong from Black Mountain is indeed true. It’s doubtful, I wonder what his real roots are?”

After a pause, Wang Le further said: "A warrior with an ordinary background and unknown status does not have the conditions to obtain the skills and resources to temper his body. Yuan Hong is obviously not among them."

Lao Yang glanced at Wang Le and said faintly: "Now that everyone is dead, what is the purpose of finding out what the other party is doing? It will only add trouble."

Wang Le shook his head and replied: "Only by knowing yourself and the enemy can you win a hundred battles. If you find out Yuan Hong's true roots, my nephew should be mentally prepared and not be caught off guard when someone comes looking for revenge."

At this time, Mrs. Yang looked confident that she was in control. She smiled and promised Wang Le: "Don't worry, my dear nephew. After everything is over, I will let the people below find out the true identity of Yuan Hong from Montenegro." Root feet."

Wang Le hummed, first expressed his gratitude, then looked out the window, showing helplessness, and took the initiative to change the subject: "It's been like a year, after a long night, it's finally dawn."

Lao Yang and his wife followed the instructions and looked at the dim and bright colors outside the window. They did not look relieved at all, and the solemnity between their eyebrows still lingered.

Because as time goes by, more and more martial arts masters will gather outside the mansion, and they have long been out of their control.

No one knows when this situation will explode, thus involving everyone present in an uncontrollable bloody storm...

The morning light in Bai Yujing, the rising sun in the east, dyed half of the sky red, and the dew wetted everything, including the hard and cold masonry of the city wall.

In the dark room of the city lord's mansion, Happy Fish, who had not rested all night and was highly nervous, had some chapped lips. When he saw the small scarlet dots standing in the courtyard, representing the old monsters of the heavenly level, and the dots representing the masters of the mysterious level. When the green dot started to move, his whole heart suddenly rose into his throat, and his dry lips were tightly pressed together. The worry on his face was clearly visible.

"It's a blessing, not a curse. It's a curse that cannot be avoided. What is supposed to come will come."

Happy Fish looked at the scarlet dots and green dots and moved quickly towards the True Dragon Avenue in the city, muttering to himself uncontrollably.

Immediately, Happy Fish stopped looking at the sand table and walked out of the darkroom without hesitation. He wanted to convey the news to the Master as soon as possible...

the morning sun,

The gentle light spreads on Zhenlong Avenue, and Bai Xiaolou follows the old man bathing in it and strolling along.

At this time, the old man had already changed his appearance. He was no longer the senile old man he was before, but had become a forty-year-old middle-aged man with an ordinary appearance.

Bai Xiaolou looked at the master's back in front of him, his eyes full of admiration, and thought to himself: "Only when you have reached the heavenly realm of martial arts, can you change your appearance as you please!"

At this time, the old man who was walking in front and became a middle-aged man by changing his facial muscles had his hands on his back. After walking a few steps forward with the bustling crowd, he suddenly whispered to himself in a nonchalant voice: "This The treasure trove from the tomb of the First Emperor Ying Zheng appeared, and it seems that it has attracted all the masters of the earth level who have not yet gone to the border."

Bai Xiaolou, who followed step by step, chuckled and said: "Since ancient times, wealth and silk have moved people's hearts. Ying Zheng is an invincible and invincible overlord who has won the divine battle. It is inevitable that his tomb will attract people's prying eyes."

After a pause, Bai Xiaolou changed the subject and asked, "Master, what should we do later?"

The old man said without looking back: "The people below have told us the situation in Bai Yujing these two days when they went out. What do you think we should do?"

Bai Xiaolou's eyes were full of fierce fighting spirit, and he said without hesitation: "Master, let me challenge the throne first!"

The old man stopped, turned to look at Bai Xiaolou, and asked, "Are you sure?"

"Yes!" Bai Xiaolou nodded solemnly and replied: "Although the Emperor's throne has been crushing opponents all the way since entering Bai Yujing, and just last night he crossed a level to challenge and kill an earth-level master, he has never eaten it before A defeat, but my disciple believes in his own strength and will definitely be able to defeat him!"

The old man stared at Bai Xiaolou carefully for more than ten seconds, then put away his gaze, turned back, left the place and continued to walk forward with the flow of people.

Bai Xiaolou didn't dare to say anything when he saw this, and followed obediently, keeping silent.

After a while, the old man walking in front broke the silence, turned his back to Bai Xiaolou, and agreed in a calm tone: "Okay, later, you go challenge the throne."

Bai Xiaolou suddenly became happy and said excitedly: "Thank you, Master. I will definitely live up to your expectations!"

The bitter smile on the old man's face disappeared in a flash and returned to normal. He was thinking to himself: "If a jade is not polished, it will become useless. If the young man named Emperor Zuo who came from the world of mortals is really so powerful, let Lou'er be there." It’s good for him to suffer a little bit.”

As for the opponents who had challenged the throne before, all ended in death, the old man was not concerned at all, let alone worried. He believed that with him as his disciple's protector, this worst-case scenario would not happen.

Thinking of this, the old man couldn't help but feel a twinge of interest in exploring the throne of the emperor he had never met before.

From the relevant information obtained from the innkeeper who was responsible for intelligence collection, the old man could confirm that the young man named Emperor Zuo indeed came from the world of mortals.

When he first entered Bai Yujing, he was dressed in a strange way, and when he fought fiercely with others, he showed very few fighting methods, and there were no ancient martial arts techniques commonly used by warriors.

What is even more exaggerated is that as a warrior in the late Xuan level, he did not use his natal magic weapon from the beginning to the end. So the only explanation is that this emperor's throne has no natal magic weapon at all.

And this is something that the old man cannot imagine.

Looking at the martial arts world, it is really ridiculous for Xuan-level warriors not to have their own magical weapons, just like going out barefoot without shoes or eating without chopsticks.

If this young man born in a wild way said that he came from a top sect or a hidden sect, the old man would only sneer at him and would not believe him until he died.

However, as far as the old man knew from the information he received, the emperor actually owned the ultimate magical weapon glove, and there were even earth-level masters sitting in the mansion where he stayed, which made it a little strange again.

It was precisely because of the inconsistencies that all these things gathered into one person that the old man couldn't help but want to explore.