He Has a Dragon

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In the blink of an eye, the unarmed Chen Huazhang was beaten by Wang Le's rapid offensive and was unable to parry. All the bones in his body were crushed alive by Wang Le's iron fists, leaving no one intact. . . .

After a while, he couldn't hold it up any longer. He collapsed on the ground unable to fly even if he wanted to, and kept twitching.

Wang Le then stopped his relentless offensive, and then transformed back into a pair of metal bracelets and put them on his wrists.

"Huh!" Wang Le gasped, and his tense muscles and heart suddenly relaxed, no longer tense as before.

After all, the Chen Huazhang he faced was an early-stage master of martial arts, and he could be promoted to the middle-stage martial arts at any time.

It would be too hypocritical to say that you are not nervous about such a difficult challenge such as over-level killing.

Ji Yangzi, who was standing nearby, first took the natal magic weapon in his hand back into the Dantian to nourish it, and then walked to Chen Huazhang who was paralyzed on the ground.

At this time, Chen Huazhang, who was covered in blood and soil, looked at the condescending Wang Le in disbelief, and murmured: "You are just a martial arts profound level, how is it possible? How is it possible?"

Wang Le put away the uncontrollable rage in his body during the fierce battle and returned to his usual calm state. He looked down at Chen Huazhang and responded calmly: "Anything is possible."

I saw Chen Huazhang looking at Wang Le with eyes full of resentment and hatred, and said slowly and with great difficulty: "I am not willing to give in!!!"

"Emperor! You must die a happy death!!!"

Wang Le narrowed his eyes slightly and replied faintly: "So all the people who said that about me are dead."

At this time, Chen Huazhang, who was seriously injured and dying, with only one breath left, heard what Wang Le said, and he was unable to reply even if he wanted to.

The blood-stained pale lips twitched and trembled, trying to speak, but could not spit out a word. The light in the eyes gradually dimmed, and the black pupils slowly dilated...

Ji Yangzi watched Chen Huazhang take his last breath, his eyes wide with anger. After the fire of life was finally extinguished, a trace of joy and complexity appeared on his face.

As the long-standing rival of Nanhua Temple, the Tianwang Palace has not had any conflicts on the surface due to the existence of the martial arts alliance, but secretly they have been fighting countless times.

And in the conflicts and fightings, blood feuds that cannot be washed away have long been accumulated.

Ji Yangzi thought of the Guanzhong disciples who had died secretly in Chen Huazhang's hands over the years, and couldn't help but lamented: "Ashes return to dust, soil returns to soil, the cycle of cause and effect, finally I have an explanation for them."

After finishing speaking, Ji Yangzi looked at Wang Le next to him and said softly with complicated thoughts: "Xiao Le, you did a good job."

Wang Le smiled nonchalantly and said, "People like Chen Huazhang are destined to not be able to escape today's murder. My grandson, I just did it casually."

"Uh!" Ji Yangzi was speechless at once, because what his grandson said sounded strange. Although he felt something was wrong, he couldn't say anything.

After holding it in for a long time, Ji Yangzi couldn't help laughing and scolding: "How dare you kill so many people and not feel guilty at all!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Wang Le shrugged his shoulders without thinking, and said calmly: "My grandson, I have a clear conscience. When you embark on the path of martial arts, you must have the consciousness to fall at any time. Many times, it is not If you die, I will die."

After a pause, Wang Le sighed, looked at Ji Yangzi seriously and said, "My grandson, if I don't have this awareness, I might as well go home, farm and sell sweet potatoes, and be an ordinary person, so as not to become a victim of injustice early on."

"Uh!" Ji Yangzi looked at his grandson seriously. He didn't expect that the other party would say such insightful words.

But after thinking about it, Ji Yangzi understood, because although his grandson was young, he had been in the mysterious army led by Yunlong Jiuxian for many years, and suffered too many life and death hardships.

Thinking of this, Ji Yangzi couldn't help but feel a deep sense of guilt. If he could have found his grandson earlier, he would not have experienced life and death that he should not have experienced at this age.

As his thoughts turned around, Ji Yangzi couldn't help but sigh, looked at Wang Le guiltily, and said slowly: "My dear grandson, I have suffered so much for you these years. With grandpa here in the future, you won't have to work so hard."

Deep in Wang Le's heart, he was instantly struck by the old man's words, and his eyes couldn't help but turn red.

Taking a deep breath, Wang Le suppressed the sad thoughts in his heart, showed a bright smile and said to Ji Yangzi: "Just get used to it."

Ji Yangzi's nose felt sore and he said bitterly, "Just get used to it. You shouldn't have suffered these hardships. It's all the fault of us elders!"

At this time, Wang Le shook his head and didn't want to talk about this topic anymore because it was too heavy!

Immediately, Wang Le forced a smile and took the initiative to change the subject and asked: "Grandpa, are we going to visit Nanhua now?"

Ji Yangzi nodded, and then replied: "That's right, let's go back to Nanhua Temple now. We can't stay here for a long time. After all, making such a big noise will definitely attract attention."

After saying that, Ji Yangzi stepped forward and grabbed Wang Le's arm, intending to leave the ground and fly towards Nanhua Temple.

At this time, Wang Le said quickly: "Grandpa, these people's magical weapons cannot be wasted."

After finishing speaking, Wang Le was about to go over and pick them up one by one, when Ji Yangzi laughed and stopped him: "No need, as my grandson, Ji Yangzi, in the future, even if grandpa sells iron, your cultivation resources will be indispensable." !”

Then Ji Yangzi returned to his serious tone and said: "It's better not to use these natal magical weapons. Although they can be forged again to extract some weapon refining materials, their effectiveness has been compromised."

Wang Le nodded in understanding. Although he felt pity, he still followed his grandfather's words and did not pick up the natal magic weapons that fell on the ground.

Immediately, Ji Yangzi grabbed Wang Le's arm and stopped staying. He jumped up and rushed into the sky with his feet touching the ground.

Wang Lejia easily held up the vajra glass cover to resist the high wind.

When Ji Yangzi saw his grandson's ancient defensive skills, he couldn't help but show a hint of surprise.

With his sophisticated vision, he could certainly tell that his grandson's ancient defense skills were extraordinary.

However, Ji Yangzi didn't ask any more questions, since there would be plenty of time in the future anyway.

When Ji Yangzi identified the direction and led Wang Le to Nanhua Temple and flew away, Young Master Wang suddenly asked: "Grandpa, how long will it take for us to arrive at Nanhua Temple?"

"Three hours is enough." Ji Yangzi replied with a smile.

Wang Le couldn't help but feel excited. After going through all kinds of hardships and going around and around, he was finally able to go to Nanhua Temple. He believed that nothing would go wrong in the next short period of time.

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