He Has a Dragon

ps: Because I stayed up late writing it, my brain got confused, so I duplicated the content of Chapter 1531 Heavenly Duel when I uploaded it. It has been changed now.

If there are still friends who can't see the repeated chapters, Gucheng recommends reading on QQ or Chuangshi Chinese online, where the genuine version is updated in a timely manner.

To apologize for the inconvenience caused, Gucheng updated four chapters today.

************************

1532

At this time, Zhuang Yu was secretly proud of himself for exposing the truth known to everyone in just a few words, causing Deacon Tian and the members of the trial team to fall into silence.

For a moment, Zhuang Yu couldn't help but feel an unparalleled sense of accomplishment. In one word, cool!

Zhuang Yu, who was so full of vanity, of course did not realize that he had a grudge against Wang Le for not knowing his own abilities, which made him add double insurance to the word death.

Either die in the hands of a powerful enemy, or be killed mercilessly by Wang Le afterwards!

"This guy has such a low EQ. No matter how high his IQ is, it's useless no matter how good his martial arts talent is."

Wang Le glanced at the unhappy faces of the people around him, looked at Zhuang Yu with a hint of compassion, and thought silently in his heart.

Because the prerequisite for being high-profile, arrogant and arrogant is that you have enough strength to support it, otherwise you will be looking for death.

Wang Le believed that even if he didn't attack Zhuang Yu, the other members of the trial team would be put off by this guy, and they would definitely have a grudge in their hearts, which would bring disaster to Jiuzi sooner or later.

At this time, Deacon Tian was already in an extremely bad mood. No matter how good he was at cultivating his energy, he could not bear it anymore due to Zhuang Yu's ridicule. He warned sternly with a gloomy face: "Nephew Zhuang Xian, before there is any substantial evidence, Don’t make random guesses!”

Zhuang Yu choked for breath. If he wanted to continue taunting him, he had to swallow it alive. His face turned red and he stood blankly on the spot.

Although he was backed by Qing Gong, a top force that was no less inferior to the hidden Taoist lineage, the distant water could not quench his thirst. Facing Deacon Tian who was at the late stage of martial arts, he could only endure it.

At this moment, even the members of the trial team who were usually good friends with Zhuang Yu were watching with cold eyes and taking pleasure in others' misfortune.

Deacon Tian glanced at all the trial team members present.

Then he pointed at the blurry and hazy Siam Mountains behind him in the night, and said loudly: "Don't be discouraged. Although there will be no reinforcements next, as long as you pass the Siam Mountains, you will enter the southeastern region. It will take two days." , wait for three days, we will reach the border!"

"As long as you all work together with Lao Cao and Deacon Zhao, we will be able to repel this hostile force and rush to the border to join forces with the Alliance army victoriously!"

At this point, Deacon Tian's voice almost roared and said: "Everyone! The sect's orthodoxy behind each of you has the supreme glory and pride of thousands of years!"

"Now that a powerful enemy is approaching, the alliance trial team has already fought its last battle. As the proud sons of heaven, in the following life-and-death battle, you will fight for yourself, for the sect, and for the glory that will never fall in our hearts!"

"Fight! Fight! Fight!!!"

The roar echoed under the night sky, stirring endlessly.

The members of the alliance trial team were roared hoarse by Deacon Tian, ​​arousing passion and pride in their hearts!

Immediately, the bloody members of the Alliance Trial Team clenched their fists, and roared in unison with ferocious murderous intent: "For glory! Kill! Kill! Kill!!!"

The crowd was no different from other members of the trial team. Wang Le was roaring loudly. Although his face was full of expressions, his black and white eyes were still calm, like stagnant water without waves.

"Although passionate glory is noble and admirable, at this moment of life and death, it can kill people."

Wang Le thought to himself with a sigh in his heart while paying attention to the powerful enemy that was getting closer and closer through the perspective of the Deliang Dharma Eye.

At this moment, the two earth-level guardians who had been hiding in the dark to protect the alliance trial team flew towards this side from the sky.

One of the middle-aged guardians in black robes shouted loudly from a distance before he even got close: "A powerful enemy has arrived, why don't you meet the enemy?!"

At this moment, the ones who responded to the guardian were the members of the Alliance Trial Team. They opened their mouths in unison, and the natal magic weapon in Yun Yang Dantian was spit out from their mouths.

Under the rising storm, this area of ​​​​the world was filled with light blooming from various natal magic weapons.

Swords, guns, swords and halberds, all kinds of magical weapons, are suspended in mid-air, and the superimposed power is shocking!

At this time, these natal magic weapons bloomed with bright and colorful lights, making the place look like daytime, with a myriad of atmospheres, making people dazzled.

Now that it's time to fight, no one on the Alliance Trial Team is hiding any more and releasing their natal magic weapon.

They must use their strongest combat power to carve out a future for themselves!

At this moment, even the two deacons had released their natal magic weapons to prepare for the attack, with the exception of Wang Le.

This made all the members of the trial team stunned. The way they looked at Wang Le was no different from looking at an idiot.

There were only two deacons among these people present. When they watched Wang Le compete with Luo Yin and Zhuang Yu in the ring, they learned from Ji Yang that Wang Le did not have a natal magic weapon.

The two deacons Tian and Zhao still feel incredible every time they think about it.

They simply couldn't imagine how Wang Le cultivated. There was no other explanation except that he was a monster.

At this time, Fatty Huang, who was standing next to him, gave a kind reminder: "Brother, although I know your abilities, you must not underestimate the enemy at this time!"

Before Wang Le could respond, Zheng Ge nodded and echoed softly: "Brother Wang, when life and death are at stake, you must fight quickly, otherwise you will only be trapped in a tight siege and unable to escape."

"Uh!" Wang Le couldn't help but smile bitterly, spread his hands helplessly and said to the two of them: "It is well known that I came from the world of mortals. There are no so-called cultivation resources in that world, so I have never had my own destiny. Magical weapon."

"When I first arrived at Nanhua Temple a few days ago, I was still thinking about refining my natal magic weapon, but before my ass got hot, I came to join the alliance trial team."

Fatty Huang: "..."

Zheng Ge: “…………”

Trial team members: "..."

Wang Le was already used to seeing the people around him looking like they had seen ghosts.

"Isn't it because I don't have a magical weapon? Later, I will still kill people with enthusiasm!" Wang Le curled his mouth and thought in his heart with some disdain.

At this moment, the members of the alliance trial team finally understood why Wang Le did not use his natal magic weapon in the two competitions in the Nanhuaguan Octagon that day.

It turns out that your sister doesn’t have a natal magic weapon at all!

Luo Yin and Zhuang Yu, who were defeated by Wang Le in the ring, looked as strange as they could at this time, and were completely speechless.

Fatty Huang, who came back to his senses, looked convinced, staring at Wang Le with the most deadly eyes, as if he was about to kneel down at any time.

Not to mention the other members of the Alliance Trial Team who lost their own titanium dog eyes.