He Has a Dragon

Jiyang exhaled a breath of turbid air, calmed down his fluctuating mood, shook his head and said with a smile: "If the head senior brother knew that your boy had started the first of the nine changes of the Celestial Candle so soon, he would definitely be very depressed."

Wang Le chuckled and said, "As long as you don't tell him, that's fine."

Ji Yang did not give a reply, and continued to talk to himself: "The Nine Transformations of Tiancan Temple is the most powerful martial art in Nanhua Temple. Although there are very few people who can practice it to the state of perfection, there has always been no shortage of people in the Temple. True disciples practice.”

"As far as Grandpa knows, even if a disciple of Nanhua Temple is an excellent disciple, it will take at least three or four months to fully understand the general outline and details of the Nine Transformations of Celestial Silkworm. The first of nine changes.”

Having said this, Ji Yang blinked at Wang Le, chuckled and said, "Senior Brother, the leader spent three months on this."

"Uh!" Wang Le touched his nose and smiled without saying a word. He didn't dare to tease Ji Yinzi about this.

Because through the few meetings with Ji Yinzi, Wang Le saw that this old fox was very narrow-minded.

After all, I will have to hang out in Nanhua for a while, and I will inevitably hang out under Ji Yinzi's nose, so I'd better not offend him.

Jiyang saw that his cautious grandson did not make fun of his elders. He smiled slightly and did not take it seriously. He continued: "It was precisely because he saw the master brother who was very talented in martial arts that it was so difficult for him to practice the Nine Transformations of the Heavenly Silkworm. At that time, my grandfather I simply gave up and chose other martial arts methods that were relatively easy to practice."

At this time, Wang Le could not help but ask with a hint of curiosity: "Grandpa, how is the progress of the master's cultivation of the Nine Transformations of the Heavenly Silkworm?"

Ji Yang shook his head and replied calmly: "Elder brother only has swords in his life. In his opinion, apart from swords, everything else is just a trivial skill and not worthy of elegance."

"Uh!" Although Wang Le was speechless, he was not surprised.

Because Han Ruoshui gave him the impression of being a proud and arrogant guy with such a stubborn temper that even nine oxen could not bring him back.

What the other party said is indeed in line with his arrogant character who ignores the heroes of the world.

However, it is precisely because of this character that Mr. Wang, who has always been dissatisfied with others, admires this uncle from the bottom of his heart, and of course sympathizes with him.

Because in Wang Le's eyes, Han Ruoshui went crazy and killed his beloved for the sake of martial arts, ultimately ruining his life.

He can be considered a tragic figure.

The so-called character determines destiny is most completely reflected in Han Ruoshui.

Of course, Wang Le also knew that this was just his personal opinion. After all, it didn't matter what kind of evaluation he gave as an outsider.

The most important thing is how Han Ruoshui will evaluate himself when he returns from his dream at midnight.

To put it simply, people ultimately live for themselves, not for others!

Just when Wang Le suddenly lost his mind and began to think wildly, Ji Yang put away his long sighs, took the initiative to change the topic, and said solemnly with a solemn face: "You must do those sects mentioned by the two senior brothers Ding Wei and Shou Ye before. Don’t be careless!”

After a pause, he continued in a deep voice: "The hatred between Nanhua Temple and those sects can even be traced back thousands of years. In the past, there was a martial arts alliance. Everyone had scruples, so they could only use some tricks behind the scenes. , the weaker side will suffer injuries at best.”

"But nowadays, the world is in chaos. Sooner or later, every family will show their swords. It's not as simple as breaking the bones, but they have to destroy an orthodoxy before they give up!"

At the end, Ji Yang took a deep breath, with a look of worry that could not be concealed on his face, and said slowly: "What is missing now is an opportunity. By then, the bloody curtain of troubled times will slowly open!"

Wang Le's eyes flickered when he heard this, and he said softly: "Sun'er will make all the talented disciples of these sects in the alliance trial team perish on the road."

After a pause, Wang Le added: "Of course, the best outcome would be for them to die on the battlefield."

Although Wang Le had said similar words to Ji Yinzi before, this time he strengthened his determination.

Because Wang Le understands that this kind of conflict of hatred between forces is far from personal hatred, it is about the so-called justice and right and wrong.

In short, everyone is his own master. The so-called hatred between sects is ultimately a competition for interests.

When I joined the mysterious force, I fought for national interests. Now that I have entered Nanhua Temple, it has become a matter of course to fight for the interests of my sect and eliminate hostile forces as much as possible.

As for the killings in the process of competing for interests, Wang Le just wants to be clear of guilt.

It was like that before, it is like that now, and it will still be like that in the future.

Jiyang, who has devoted his whole life to the revival of Nanhua Temple, was worried that his grandson was about to go into danger. However, for the benefit of the sect, he said in a deep voice: "Grandpa believes in your strength and means, grandson, and must not let it go." The genius disciples of these sects come back alive."

"Because once these talented disciples grow up, in the future conflicts and battles, more and more disciples of our Nanhua Temple will die!"

Wang Le looked calm, nodded, and said calmly: "This is a zero-sum game."

"Zero-sum game?" Jiyang was confused by the new words that his grandson suddenly came up with.

When Wang Le saw this, there was a hint of murderous intention in the corner of his mouth, and he smiled lightly and said: "Besides life and death, there is no other possibility."

Ji Yang couldn't help but tremble in his heart. Even though Wang Le was his grandson, he couldn't help but feel fear!

"Perhaps this is the reason why Senior Brother values ​​my grandson so much!" Ji Yang couldn't help but sighing when he thought of Wang Le's ruthlessness and decisiveness when he fought with others, as if the god of death walked out of hell. .

The more Ji Yang thinks like this, the more he feels reassured about Wang Le's safety, because it will only be his opponent's nightmare, not himself.

After thinking about it, Ji Yang said to Wang Le: "Although you have a heavy responsibility this time, grandson, your own safety is the most important, so the head brother convened all the elders in the temple to discuss and decided to take out the secret treasure from the treasure house so that you can In a critical moment, I will give you a little more hope of escaping and ascending to heaven."

"Oh?" Wang Le suddenly showed a look of surprise. After all, no one would dislike his many ways to save his life.

What's more, what follows is not only a dangerous and unpredictable border experience, but also a secret fight to the death between members of the alliance trial team.

Wang Le believes that with his unique powers and the secret weapon of the Nanhua Temple Treasure House that his grandfather said, as long as he follows the principle of caution, the border experience will be a great success!