He Has a Dragon

When Lao Yang and his wife disappeared at the end of the sky covered with red clouds, and the afterglow of the setting sun turned into black spots, Wang Le and Qing Yangzi stopped looking. [Ferry Search Classics|Classics|Novel Free Download Novel] ( @￥)!

"Senior, what should Uncle Yang and the others do if they are attacked and pursued by earth-level masters?" Wang Le couldn't help but asked worriedly.

Qingyangzi smiled and replied nonchalantly: "The couple have been through many dangers, so this little trouble is no big deal."

"What's more, the couple have practiced the secret technique of Gui Xu Guan's supreme alliance. As long as they want to leave, unless the old monster of the heaven level intervenes, otherwise, even if the warriors of the late earth level take action, they will not be able to keep them."

Wang Le immediately breathed a sigh of relief, and thought of the scene in his mind when Mr. Six Fingers released his extremely powerful spiritual consciousness in the palace in the city, only to be blocked by the combined efforts of Lao Yang and his wife. This must be the supreme secret technique of Guixu Temple. .

"That's good." Wang Le said in a brisk tone.

After all, once Lao Yang and his wife were in danger, it was because Wang Le's hatred value was too strong, which dragged them down.

If something happened, Wang Le's conscience would be uneasy and he would feel guilty for the rest of his life.

At this moment, Qingyangzi said in a deep voice: "Without further delay, we still need to hurry up. I believe there will be many masters chasing after us from Bai Yujing."

After a pause, Qingyangzi further said: "Although the excavation of the Source Stone veins has attracted the vast majority of warriors from the large and small forces in the city, the real masters are not interested in this and still want to seize the treasure house map of the tomb of the First Emperor Yingzheng. "

Having said this, Qingyangzi glanced at Wang Le meaningfully and continued: "Although the map is not in your hands, the identity of the suspect cannot be escaped after all. These real masters would rather kill a thousand people by mistake." , and I will never let one go.”

"Although the poor Taoist detonated the Qingyun and Blue Sea Formation, thus revealing that you have an unclear relationship with Guixuguan, but in the face of the great fortune of the Map of the Tomb of the First Emperor Yingzheng, those real masters will definitely not I will give up the pursuit of you!"

Wang Le listened to Qingyangzi's analysis that went straight to the core of the essence, and the sense of relaxation he felt suddenly disappeared forever, and his face became more solemn.

Immediately, Wang Le looked helpless and said to Qingyangzi with a wry smile: "You always say it, I don't understand. This time, I can't even wash it off if I jump into the Yellow River."

Qingyangzi looked at Wang Le deeply and asked noncommittally: "Is it true that you can't even wash yourself off after jumping into the Yellow River?"

"Uh!" Wang Le raised his eyebrows.

He said without hesitation: "Of course, the person who took away the map of the treasure house of the tomb of the First Emperor Yingzheng was definitely not me, Wang Le."

At this moment, whether Wang Le is willing or not, he will not admit that half of the map of the treasure house of the tomb of the First Emperor Ying Zheng is in his hands.

This is not a question of trust or distrust. For Wang Le, if he wants to keep the secret and does not want to create complications, then the best way is to keep the secret deep in his heart. Only he knows it and will never tell the other person. Two people.

The mutated real dragon tattoo on his body is like this, and the map of the treasure house of Emperor Yingzheng’s tomb is no exception.

When Qingyangzi saw this, the deepest suspicion in his eyes finally disappeared. This is also because when the map of the tomb treasury of First Emperor Yingzheng was released, he was still in retreat using secret techniques.

As for what happened during this period, I only know something about it from Lao Yang's mouth, which is very vague, so I can't get a firm conjecture and analysis from it.

Otherwise, with Qingyangzi's shrewdness, he would not have believed Wang Le's words so easily.

Of course, Mr. Wang's own acting skills are also very good, reaching the top, and his innocent look does not let Qingyangzi see through.

Immediately, Wang Le took the initiative to change the subject and asked: "Senior, how long will it take to arrive at Nanhua Temple?"

Qingyangzi frowned slightly and said thoughtfully: "Although Pindao is not afraid of those pursuing soldiers, to avoid long nights and dreams, Pindao will try his best to take detours to get rid of them, so it will take about three days to reach Nanhua Temple."

Before Wang Le could speak, Qingyangzi further explained: "There are endless tracking secrets in the martial arts world, so for the sake of safety, Pindao can only take a detour so that they cannot guess that our destination is Nanhua Temple. In this case, in a short time Within the time limit, your boy will be safer in Nanhua Temple."

Wang Le nodded to express his understanding, and then said: "In that case, let's leave now, lest we be caught up by those guys, who will never be able to get rid of them like dog-skin plaster."

Of course, Qingyangzi didn't have the slightest objection. After a few simple instructions, he reached out to grab Wang Le's arm and left the ground, flying straight into the sky.

Wang Le, who had already cooperated tacitly and was used to being dragged by Qingyangzi to fly at high altitudes, quickly transferred the innate power in his Dantian and injected it into the opened acupoints. The mutated diamond glass cover instantly opened, covering his whole body to avoid being caught by the high altitude. The strong wind causes harm.

I saw Qingyangzi choose a direction, and then just as the afterglow of the setting sun faded, he dragged Wang Le, whose body was blooming with golden light, and flew straight to the end of the horizon...

About half an hour later, a middle-aged warrior from the direction of Bai Yujing, the earth-level master who had caused the white-haired old man to ponder at the city gate, chased a green bird the size of a baby's palm, extremely fast. The ground landed from high altitude at the foot of the nameless mountain where Wang Le, Qing Yangzi and others had stayed.

I saw that although this middle-aged warrior was tall, with broad shoulders and a thin waist, and was very well-proportioned, he seemed to be seriously ill. His face was sallow and without any blood, and he looked very stiff.

When he just landed on the ground, he saw the green little bird, which was the size of a baby's palm and seemed to be quite intelligent, quickly landed on his shoulder and made a thin chirping sound.

At this moment, the middle-aged warrior pursed his thin, pale, bloodless lips, his slender eyes flashed with light, and whispered to himself: "He ran pretty fast."

If Wang Le and Qing Yanzi were present at this time, they would instantly guess the identity of this strange middle-aged warrior after hearing his voice - Mr. Six Fingers!

Immediately, Mr. Liuzhi, who passed by in disguise, spread out his left hand, and something the size of red rice was spread out on his palm.

The small green bird appeared in Mr. Six-Finger's broad and huge palm in a flash, and he couldn't wait to eat the red hard granular food.

In the blink of an eye, all the food on the palm of my hand was eaten by this green little bird.

At this moment, Mr. Liuzhi shook his hand, and the green bird standing on it suddenly let out a sharp chirp, spread its green wings, and rushed into the night under the vast sky.

"Emperor, you can't escape from my grasp, hum!"

After Mr. Six Fingers snorted coldly, he jumped into the air and chased the green bird...