He Has a Dragon

As Bai Xiaolou, a true disciple of Yibo trained by himself with all his hard work, the old man is certainly aware of the various factors, big and small, that make the other party's cultivation speed so fast. ( @￥)!

For example, Bai Xiaolou's outstanding martial arts talent is invisible and intangible, but is brought about by some mysterious luck.

And these are all internal factors, which are the so-called innate conditions, but there are no acquired conditions, that is, rich cultivation resources to support it, such as massive source stones, large quantities of elixirs refined from rare medicinal materials, top ancient inheritance, etc. And so on and so forth.

Especially if you want to reach the peak of martial arts, all factors, whether innate or acquired, are indispensable. Otherwise, it will be in vain in the end and leave only regrets.

In the old man's opinion, even if Wang Le is as talented as a demon and has great luck, if he does not have the training resources that a top power like Daode Sect can provide for him to squander, how can he reach the late Xuan level at such a young age and compete with Bai Xiaolou? On the contrary, can you even win in battle?

But the fact is that the young emperor in front of him comes from the world of mortals, and his training resources can be said to be completely blank. It is not a world where warriors can survive at all.

As for whether it really came from the mortal world, the old man no longer doubted it.

Witnessing this end-to-end but extremely inspiring fight with his own eyes, the old man knew that this emperor was born from Yeluzi and was indeed not a disciple of some hidden sect.

He didn't use his natal magical weapon, and he didn't perform any ancient martial arts skills. From the beginning to the end, he was relying on force to dominate and fight in close quarters.

You know, even if there are no martial arts warriors in the martial arts world, as long as they can achieve the realm of Xuan level, even if they lose everything, kill people and sell goods, they will still refine their own magical weapons, not to mention the ancient martial arts techniques that warriors generally use. .

Of course, the old man was also puzzled by the fact that the emperor in front of him had weird invisibility skills and the ultimate magical weapon gloves. The only explanation was that the boy who took the wild path was accompanied by great luck. Have opportunities that ordinary people don’t have…

For a time, the more the old man thought about it, the more he felt that the young man from the secular world in front of him was becoming more and more mysterious, and he could not see through him.

"This is a demon star!"

The old man took a deep look at Wang Le in the field, and couldn't help but sigh secretly in his heart. He threw aside the map of the treasure house of Emperor Yingzheng's tomb for the purpose of his trip. I have no intention of forcing it anymore.

After all, Wang Le just gave Bai Xiaolou a face. The old man is a giant in the realm of martial arts. What's more, he is also the contemporary cave master of the Longhu Mountain lineage of the hidden Taoist Taoist Sect.

Of course he has his own pride and dignity.

At this time, even if the map of the treasure house of Emperor Yingzheng's tomb was in Wang Le's hands, the old man would not snatch it away and take it as his own.

Of course, the half of the map of the burial treasury of the First Emperor Yingzheng in Sun Lequan's hand is indeed at Wang Le's place, but no one knows it, they can only suspect it.

Back to business. After the fierce battle between the two sides, with the slightly superior Wang Le taking the initiative to give up, Bai Xiaolou certainly did not continue to entangle.

After chatting for a few words, Wang Le bowed his hand to Bai Xiaolou. He glanced at the old man standing in the crowd intentionally or unintentionally from the corner of his eye, then turned around and walked towards the mansion.

When Wang Le just walked to the steps, he saw Bai Xiaolou standing there. Finally, he couldn't help but ask: "Emperor, what is the origin of the invisibility technique you just used? It didn't show any flaws!"

Bai Xiaolou's questioning was the voice of everyone, including the old man.

No one was unhappy with Wang Le's use of the Dragon's Hidden Power, the Eye of Deception, especially the ground-level martial arts warriors present.

Because they have never encountered someone with invisibility who can avoid the detection of invisible consciousness. It is not an exaggeration to say that it subverts the common perception in the martial arts world.

Wang Le, who was standing on the steps, did not turn around. He turned to look at Bai Xiaolou, smiled slightly, and responded meaningfully: "This is called a secret that cannot be told."

Bai Xiaolou: "…………"

Although everyone onlookers guessed that Wang Le would not respond to this question, after hearing the other party's answer, their expressions were very exciting, and they were inevitably a little disappointed in their hearts.

At this time, Wang Le looked down at the many warriors standing on the outside of the open space in front of the steps, and his smile faded. He said without any emotion: "Although it is true that I do not have the map of the treasure house of the tomb of the First Emperor Yingzheng, but if anyone wants to continue the challenge, the emperor will accompany him to the end."

After saying that, Wang Le walked into the mansion with the door open and disappeared from everyone's sight in a blink of an eye. The door was then closed again by Lao Yang.

Uncle Ze, who was standing behind Mr. Six Fingers in the corner, stopped looking in the direction of the mansion, lowered his eyes, and said softly: "It seems that the map of the treasure house of the tomb of the First Emperor Yingzheng is really not in the hands of the emperor. Let's avoid it. He is a good enemy.”

As soon as he finished speaking, Uncle Cang, as a fellow brother, agreed: "Don't bully young people into poverty, not to mention the great potential shown by the throne. It's better not to stand on the opposite side, otherwise, there will be trouble in the future."

Mr. Six Fingers, who had always kept his emotions secret, could not help but show a trace of hesitation after hearing the words of his confidant old servant. He secretly wondered whether his suspicion was wrong, and Sun Lequan was really not killed by the throne.

As his thoughts turned around, Mr. Six Fingers sighed and asked quietly: "All the old monsters at the Heaven level from the Longhu Mountain lineage of the Taoism Sect have arrived, what's the use of talking about it now?"

"Uh!" Uncle Ze and Uncle Cang couldn't help but look dejected, their hearts filled with depression.

At this time, let alone Mr. Six Fingers, the depression in his heart cannot be described in words. I truly regret that when I found out that Sun Lequan died suddenly in the darkroom, I didn't show up in person to capture the throne, but only used my spiritual consciousness to visit him.

"If we had captured the boy from the throne alive at that time, we wouldn't be in this situation today."

Mr. Liu Zhi lamented in his heart and thought, after all, he was too trusting, thinking that in his own territory, the throne could not fly, so he could squeeze it as much as he wanted.

Although the throne of the emperor is still unable to fly, the arrival of the old monster of the heavenly level has completely ruined his wishful thinking.

The present Baihua Nian Shicheng and the hungry old man Chen Ying finally felt a little better now that they saw that Bai Yujing's rotating speaker, Mr. Liuzhi, was also deflated.

But it's just a little better.

Nian Shicheng and Chen Ying did not dare to look directly at the old man who was still in the crowd. They just glanced at it with their peripheral vision, praying in their hearts whether there would be a turning point that would be beneficial to them. Otherwise, this trip to Bai Yujing would be a bamboo basket. If you fetch water in vain, you will get nothing, but you will have to leave with a heart full of grievances, which is really not worth the gain.

(To be continued.)