He Has a Dragon

Wang Le quite agrees with Fatty Huang's point of view, because in the past half hour, members of the alliance trial team faced enemies twice as strong as themselves. If they didn't have the means to save their lives, they would have been killed by the opponent long ago. The army was completely defeated.

Each of these trial team members has a long history and profound Taoist heritage, and they are all the proud sons of their respective sects.

Now that they are going out for a trial, the upper-level bosses of the sect, without exception, will stuff all the good things that can save their lives and kill the enemy into the luggage of these geniuses as if they don't need money.

Even Nan Hua Guan, who was not a member of the Alliance Presbyterian Church, also took out the earth escape shuttle used by Xie Xuan, the strongest master in history, for Wang Le to use during this experience.

Not to mention the Nine Transformations of Tiancan, the most powerful ancient martial arts technique in Nanhua Temple.

From this, you can imagine how many life-saving good things these alliance trial team members have prepared in their hands. Young Master Wang's mouth is watering just thinking about it.

Of course, Wang Le will not be greedy for this and want to take it for himself, because he understands that he can't bite off more than he can chew, so he should first cultivate the Nine Transformations of the Heavenly Silkworm!

Zheng Ge's suspicions were eliminated a lot because of Fatty Huang's response, but he still vaguely felt that something was wrong.

If it were in the past, Zheng Ge would have been able to figure it out slowly, but at this moment of confrontation with the enemy, he would not dare to be distracted unless he died.

The other members of the trial team standing near the three of them did not notice the conversation here because all their minds were focused on the powerful enemy opposite.

He didn't even think deeply about how the other party killed more than ten Xuan-level experts in a short period of time.

Because they have the same idea as Fatty Huang, that is, everyone has too many killer weapons. In such a short period of time, it is natural for the other party to kill more people than themselves.

Well, who makes them geniuses? !

At this time, the hostile force on the opposite side, who thought they were sure of victory, was confused by this unexpected result.

"Why did so many of our people die all at once?"

This is a common question in the minds of more than 30 people who are still alive today.

At this moment, the long-faced warrior said slowly in a hoarse voice: "I have checked the dead companions through my spiritual consciousness. Among the eleven people,

Nine of them died after being fatally wounded by the same dagger-like weapon. "

"Hiss!" The surrounding martial arts masters suddenly gasped, thinking that not only was there an earth-level master hiding in their side, but there was also an earth-level master hiding in the alliance trial team.

Otherwise, it would be impossible for him to lose so many Xuan-level experts.

"Senior, what should we do next?" someone next to him asked.

The long-faced warrior's eyes flashed fiercely as he stared at the members of the Alliance Trial Team opposite him and replied in a deep voice: "Although the previous fight caused our losses to be beyond expectations, the opponent is not much better. "

Then the long-faced warrior pointed at the trial team members on the opposite side who were all injured and some were unable to stand firmly. He continued in a cold voice: "Now they are just holding on for dear life. I will find out where the opponent is now." The warriors will entangle them, you go all out to fight quickly, and defeat these yellow-haired boys with one breath!"

"No!" Everyone responded in unison, with fire in their hearts and looking murderously at the Alliance Trial Team opposite.

After all, in the fight just now, they fought with more and less, but in the end they did not destroy each other. Instead, they lost eleven Xuan-level masters, which can be said to be a loss of face.

If we can't win the Alliance Trial Team tonight, we will really have no shame in returning to our sect.

At this moment, the earth-level masters from both sides who had previously disappeared in a fierce battle at high altitude flew back from a distance and quickly fell into their respective camps.

Wang Le took a quick look and saw that the two deacons Tian and Zhao who had returned had faces as golden as paper and were breathing heavily. They had obviously suffered serious internal injuries.

Of the two guardians, only one returned at this time, and he was missing an arm.

As for the earth-level master who returned to the opposite camp, there was one less earth-level master. Apparently, he and another protector who did not come back both died.

When Wang Le saw this, with his eyes closed, he could imagine how brutal the fight between these earth-level masters was, no less than the chaotic life-and-death battle between the two sides on the ground.

But before Wang Le could think about it, he suddenly felt that several eyes were on him.

"Uh!" Wang Le suddenly felt something bad, because the two deacons Tian and Zhao and the protector with a broken left arm looked at him and forgot about it.

Unexpectedly, the five powerful earth-level enemies standing opposite were all staring at him with murderous intent.

Wang Le believed that if looks could kill, he would have been killed tens of millions of times by the five powerful men on the opposite side.

At this moment, if he wasn't shouldering the heavy responsibility of Nanhua Temple, Mr. Wang would have really wanted to immediately activate the power of the Dragon's Shadow-breaking Eye, turn around and run away.

Even if Wang Le is confident that he has the strength to kill the early Earth level masters, he doesn't want to be targeted by five Earth level masters at the same time, and your sister is all in the late Earth level!

"Fuck, we're in big trouble now." Wang Le cried out in pain as his scalp went numb.

At this moment, the two deacons Tian and Zhao and the broken-arm protector squeezed through the members of the alliance trial team and walked to Wang Le in the back corner.

This made Fatty Huang and Zheng Ge standing aside stunned. They looked at Wang Le with confusion on their faces, wondering how this guy managed to recruit the three seniors.

"Young man, you did a good job. What's your name?" The Broken Arm Protector looked at Wang Le with a pleasant look and asked.

A forced smile appeared on Wang Le's face, and he politely replied: "Young man Nan Hua Guan Wang Le."

Before the broken-arm protector could speak, Deacon Tian smiled and said, "Nephew Wang, you took the greatest credit for the fight just now. You were able to kill nine powerful enemies with your own strength. It really makes me impressed, as expected, talented people have emerged from generation to generation, and a new generation has replaced the old ones.”

"Ah? It's really you!" Zheng Ge blurted out in surprise.

The fat man Huang standing next to him opened his mouth so wide that he could stuff his fist into it. He was completely stunned.

The members of the trial team present were completely stunned after hearing what Deacon Tian said.

It's good that I can save my life after working hard for a long time, but you just killed nine people without saying a word. Is this even justified?

The surviving members of the trial team were silent, looking at Wang Le with extremely complicated eyes, and they couldn't be jealous at all.

Because by killing so many people, this guy was saving the entire trial team!

Wang Le touched his nose and smiled bitterly: "Senior, are you making a mistake?"

"Uh!" The two deacons Tian and Zhao and the guardian looked at each other, and then burst into laughter.