He Has a Dragon

In the octagonal arena, specks of blood were scattered all over the floor, like red paint splashed on the snow-white paper, including Luo Yin's and Zhuang Yu's.

Wang Le moved his foot away from Zhuang Yu, looked at him condescendingly, and said lightly: "You lose, the bones and jade are mine."

The bloodless Zhuang Yu was more seriously injured than Luo Yin. His whole body was limp and his eyes were somewhat unfocused.

"I actually lost. How could I lose? This is impossible..."

Unable to accept the reality, Zhuang Yu muttered to himself.

In this battle, the physical damage suffered was negligible to Zhuang Yu as his hopes and ambitions were annihilated.

If possible, he would rather pay the price of being seriously injured and dying in exchange for victory in this battle!

If he could, he would not step into this octagonal arena that would ruin his entire life, and then this battle would not happen!

But there are no ifs or regrets in this world. Zhuang Yu can only bear such a cruel and heavy price!

In life, there are some mistakes that you must never make, because if you make them once, you will never be able to turn them around.

Time passed slowly, and the crowd surrounded by darkness below the ring fell silent, silently watching the octagonal ring.

At this time, in the eyes of the Nanhua Temple disciples and alliance trial members, Wang Le, who was dressed in white and spotless on the stage, was like a rising sun with golden light, and the future was full of infinite possibilities.

Zhuang Yu, who suffered a heavy blow to his body and mind, finally stood up. With an expressionless face, he took out a small wooden box containing bones and jade and a talisman from the sleeve of his black robe, and handed it to Wang Le.

Wang Le took it and stuffed it into his sleeve. The moment his heart moved, the small wooden box was put into the Dharma Eye space.

Just when Wang Le was about to turn around and leave the ring, Zhuang Yu stared at Wang Le with a look of resentment and gritted his teeth and said, "Asshole! You destroyed me! You will not die a good death!"

Wang Le paused, his eyes fell on Zhuang Yu in front of him, his brows furrowed slightly and he said, "You are responsible for your own life."

Then Wang Le pointed to the crowded spectators below the ring and said: "Them."

Then Wang Le pointed at Zhuang Yu and said: "You."

Wang Le pointed to himself again,

Said: "Me."

At the end, Wang Le looked at Zhuang Yu seriously and said slowly: "No matter who you are, you must be responsible for your actions!"

Zhuang Yu said bitterly: "Are you responsible for your own actions?"

Wang Le raised his eyebrows but did not respond.

Zhuang Yu's bloodless face showed a sneer and said: "You will pay the price for today's behavior!!!"

Wang Le's face became colder and he asked: "Are you threatening me?"

Before he could even finish his words, Zhuang Yu yelled with a ferocious face: "That's right! I'm threatening you! Qing Palace won't let you go!!!"

"Qing Gong?" Wang Le touched his nose habitually, with a half-smile on his expressionless face. He looked at Zhuang Yu, nodded lightly and said, "Okay, I'll wait for that day."

After finishing speaking, Wang Le didn't even look at Zhuang Yu again, turned around and walked slowly towards the edge of the ring.

At the same time, Wang Le murmured softly in his heart: "People without emotional intelligence are really scary. Talking nonsense in public not only made me want to eradicate the problem, but also completely embarrassed Qing Gong. "

In a flash of thought, Wang Le disappeared in the octagonal arena, leaving only Zhuang Yu standing there alone.

When Wang Le just appeared under the ring, brothers Li Hongru and Wen Shouli hurriedly came forward with excitement on their faces.

Before the four of them could speak, Wang Le smiled and said, "Get out of here first."

Wen Shouli nodded in agreement and rushed to lead the way.

The crowded crowd voluntarily moved out of the way, allowing Wang Le and others to pass quickly.

Looking at Wang Le's white figure walking away, surrounded by people, the faces of the alliance trial team members, including Luo Yin, were particularly complex and solemn.

Because starting from today, a new genius will rise up to dominate the martial arts world!

Even if he is just a shooting star in the future, he has shined extremely brightly.

Of course, Wang Le will never let himself become a shooting star, only a moment of brilliance.

"If he can grow up, he will undoubtedly be our future leader."

"Tsk, tsk, Master Jiyang's grandson's martial arts talent is really terrifying."

"After two competitions in the arena, neither Luo Yin nor Zhuang Yu forced out his magical weapon! This guy has hidden his strength too deeply."

"If he uses all his strength, he will most likely defeat the early Earth level warriors!"

"What do you think this kid's magical weapon will be?"

………

Amidst the noisy discussions, Wang Le, surrounded by Li Hongru and others, disappeared from the sight of the onlookers.

In a corner where no one was paying attention, Ji Yin Ziyu asked Ji Yang with a hint of curiosity: "Junior brother, what is your grandson's natal magic weapon?"

Several other earth-level bosses couldn't help but look at Jiyang with interest, waiting for the other party's answer.

After all, in the octagonal arena, none of them had seen Wang Le use his natal magic weapon.

However, Wang Le actually possesses the best magic weapon, which also makes these earth-level bosses feel a little surprised, and they can't help but think that this kid's magic weapon must be more powerful.

Ji Yang glanced at everyone and replied with a strange expression: "How can he have any magical weapon of his own?"

Everyone: "…………"

At this time, Jiyang murmured: "My grandson comes from the mortal world and does not have a training environment like the martial arts world. He is like a blank sheet of paper and knows nothing about the so-called cultivation techniques and magical weapons. "

"It wasn't until we met that he learned that reaching the realm of Xuan Level would allow him to possess a natal magic weapon."

Having said this, Ji Yang glanced at the completely confused people again, and said with a smile: "So, he does not have a natal magic weapon."

Elder Jilong couldn't help but licked his dry lips and said in disbelief: "Then how did he practice?"

Ji Yang replied: "Because he did not practice any martial arts, he followed the most primitive path of martial arts, tempering his body to an extreme critical point, thereby achieving qualitative transformation from the outside to the inside to generate innate power and achieve the innate state."

"Hiss!" Everyone gasped in unison, their eyes filled with unabashed shock and horror.

As earth-level experts, they certainly know how difficult it is to succeed by choosing the most primitive martial arts path!

It is precisely because it is too difficult to follow the most primitive path of martial arts that it is abandoned by the martial arts world.

When everyone thought that Wang Le, who had followed the most primitive path of martial arts, had reached the late Xuan level, their scalps felt numb. If this kid is not a monster, then what is a monster? !

Even Elder Jisheng, who had been making sarcastic remarks, had nothing to say and was completely stunned on the spot... Launch a new website