He Has a Dragon

"You're so close to me!" Wang Le couldn't help but rolled his eyes and complained in his heart: "Uncle, I don't want to be gay."

Of course, Mr. Wang didn't bother to say such unworthy words. He looked down at Chen Huazhang, who was weak and limbless, with a condescending look on his face, and sneered with disdain: "Do you think I will be afraid of you? Really? What a big joke!”

Chen Huazhang: "..."

Ji Yangzi: "..."

Onlookers nearby: “…………”

At this time, Qingyangzi didn't feel the slightest surprise or surprise, and looked like it was natural.

Because Wang Le already has the ability and means to overcome challenges and win.

As for Chen Huazhang's strength, Qingyangzi had already experienced it just now, so of course he knew it.

"Hey, this yellow-haired boy came out of nowhere and dares to speak so brazenly!"

"Even if people like Chen Huazhang are now crushed into dogs by that late-stage peak master, this kid can't be so arrogant! Chen Huazhang and the others are not crippled for life. Once they recover from their injuries, they will always have a chance to regain their place. You dare to offend me in the past, you really don’t know the heights of heaven and earth!”

"In addition to the lunatic from Nanhua Blood Sword, there is another fool in Nanhua Temple. Every generation is really worse than the last!"

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The crowd of onlookers looked at Wang Le speechlessly, and kept talking in low voices, with basically nothing good to say.

After all, the martial arts world respects strength, and the level of cultivation of people like Chen Huazhang is shown here. In the eyes of the onlookers, Wang Le is already good at achieving the yellow level of martial arts.

Not to mention the sects that both parties belong to, Tianwang Palace has always had the upper hand in the competition with Nanhua Temple.

If it weren't for the existence of the killing god Nanhua Blood Sword Han Ruoshui in Nanhua Temple, Nanhua Temple might have been hanging on for a long time.

Wang Le was not deaf. Of course, when he heard the crowd's whispers, he was a little speechless, and more of a lament.

At first I thought that when entering the world of martial arts, Nan Hua Guan would be a moderate supporter. As the direct grandson of the master’s junior brother, he, Wang Le, must be a second-generation man of power!

It's okay to take a group of disciples in the sect who are flattering and flattering me to go shopping.

Drinking wine, even if you don't do any shabby things like bullying women from good families, you can still be a bird!

Thinking of this, although Young Master Wang was mentally prepared, he couldn't help but thought sadly in his heart: "Your sister, my next years of watching Nanhua will not be so wonderful!"

Just when Wang Le was depressed, Chen Huazhang laughed angrily and said in a nonchalant manner: "It is true that a hero comes from a young man. When did Nanhua Temple come up with this young talent? He is too high-minded to look down on our achievements. He is an old guy who is in the realm of martial arts."

After a pause, Chen Huazhang looked at Wang Le and asked, "Little hero, do you dare to ask Gao's name?"

Wang Le raised his brows and replied without hesitation: "I won't change my name, but I won't change my surname. I will take the throne!"

"Uh!" Qingyangzi suddenly twitched the corner of his mouth, "Emperor, your sister!" Don’t even draft a lie.

Ji Yangzi glanced sideways at his grandson. Of course he knew that Emperor Zuo was his nickname when he was in the mysterious army.

"Emperor's throne? Hahaha... why not call him Di Hao?"

"Not only does this kid speak arrogantly, but his name is also arrogant. When did Nanhuaguan create such a treasure? How come I haven't heard of it before today?"

"Emperor? This boy is really tough, and he has survived to this day without being killed by this name."

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The bursts of laughter in the crowd were like spring breeze blowing on Mr. Wang's face, well, they had no effect at all.

When Ji Yangzi saw his grandson being laughed at, he frowned and felt a little uncomfortable, but these were just minor matters, and it was business to deal with the situation at hand quickly.

With his mind wandering, Ji Yangzi looked at the three early stage masters of Tianwang Palace, headed by Chen Huazhang, and said in a deep voice: "Now that my Luohuang Town has been destroyed and ruined by you, it will be like this no matter what. You have to be responsible, otherwise, Nanhua Temple will not let it go!"

Chen Huazhang and the other three people felt very depressed and aggrieved for a while. If they hadn't been dealt with by the Niubi Taoist who was at the peak of the late earth level and completely lost their fighting ability, they would not bother to pay attention to Ji Yangzi at all.

A good man does not suffer the consequences of his immediate losses, and these three members of the Heavenly King's Palace are not fools, so they can only bow their heads and admit their defeat. After all, they are not as strong as others, and they are the ones at the wrong end. There is nothing to quibble about, and they cannot be strong at all.

The leader, Chen Huazhang, took a deep breath, looked up at Ji Yangzi who was standing in front of him, and said in a stiff tone: "For the losses suffered by Luohuang Town today, our Heavenly King Palace will definitely compensate for it and will never default on it!"

Ji Yangzi said expressionlessly: "In full view of the public, I hope that you, Chen Huazhang, as a disciple of the Heavenly King's Palace, will remember the promise you just made. It is not easy for your personal reputation to be ruined. You must not bring trouble to the Heavenly King's Palace!"

After finishing speaking, Ji Yangzi looked back at a thin thirty-year-old man standing in front of the crowd, wearing a luxurious golden robe, with a shrewd face, and said lightly: "The next matter of compensation in this town will be left to us. Here you go.”

This shrewd-looking man quickly stood out from the crowd, walked up to Qingyangzi with great respect, nodded with a low eyebrow and replied: "Uncle, please rest assured, my disciple will restore Luohuang Town to its original state as soon as possible."

Ji Yangzi hummed, and then did not look at Chen Huazhang and the others. Instead, he smiled at Wang Le and Qing Yangzi and said, "It's too messy here. Let's leave first."

Of course, Wang Le and Qing Yangzi had no objection. After saying yes, they followed Ji Yangzi out of the crowd and left Zuixianju and walked outside.

When he was far away from the crowd, Wang Le looked at Ji Yangzi speechlessly and said: "Grandpa, you always handle this matter like an anticlimax!"

Ji Yangzi smiled bitterly and replied: "The Heavenly King's Palace is so powerful. If we don't turn big things into small things and turn small things into small things, what else can we do?"

"Uh!" Wang Le touched his nose and couldn't help but muttered: "Grandpa, the situation in Nanhua Temple is too bleak."

After a pause, Wang Le shook his head, and continued: "If we cut the grass without eradicating the roots, and the spring breeze will bring new growth, then Chen Huazhang has completely hated us."

At this point, Wang Le said with murderous intent looming in his eyes: "If it were our grandchildren who were in charge of handling this matter, no matter what means we use, we cannot let the three of them survive until the sun rises tomorrow!"

Of course, Ji Yangzi knew more or less how his grandson behaved, and believed that the other party was not just talking casually, but was really trying to silence him.

So he immediately laughed and cursed angrily: "You kid, Jiang Shang, can't change his nature. He knows how to kill every day."

Qingyangzi, who was walking beside him with his hands behind his back, couldn't help but roll his eyes. It was useless to persuade this boy to stop committing crimes before! Activate new URL