He Has a Dragon

After Wang Le watched the ordinary-looking member of the trial team who usually lived alone leave, he asked Fatty Huang who was still in shock in front of him: "This person is not simple. What is his origin?"

Only then did Fatty Huang come back to his senses. He turned to Wang Le behind him and said in a deep voice: "He comes from the far west. If I remember correctly, this person's name is Yin Liaoyuan, and he is a genius from the Martial Temple."

"Martial God's Temple? What a great name." Wang Le raised his brows and thought to himself.

From the expression on Wang Le's face, Fatty Huang could roughly guess what the other party was thinking, so he whispered: "It's not convenient to say more here. Let's talk about it when we get back."

After saying that, Fatty Huang turned around and walked forward, because it would be his turn in a while.

In this way, one by one, members of the trial team established a connection between their respective magical weapons and the battle monuments step by step.

When Zheng Ge and Fatty Huang finished their work one after another, they did not immediately go around to the front of the battle monument like the previous members of the trial team. Instead, they stood aside and waited for Wang Le to complete the connection between the waist magic weapon and the battle monument. Leave together.

Because both Fatty Huang and Zheng Ge emitted blood-red light for about five or six seconds during the process of completing the connection between the waist magic weapon and the war merit monument, so they were also curious about how Wang Le would make the waist magic weapon and war merit monument bloom with blood red light. How many seconds lasts.

Even Luo Xiong, who had been standing by the side, saw a trace of inquiry flashing in his calm eyes when he saw this young man from the secular world finally stepping forward.

Because at the previous reception banquet, Luo Xiong had a deep impression on Wang Le after being introduced by the two deacons Tian and Zhao.

Under the gaze of the three people, Wang Le walked up to the battle monument in a hurry, took out the magic weapon according to the steps, bit his finger, and popped a drop of blood onto the battle monument in front of him.

At this moment, none of the people involved, including Wang Le, noticed that the distinctive golden color flashed in the scarlet blood dripping out.

When Wang Le squeezed out another drop of blood and put it on the waist-marked magic weapon, and then affixed it to the battle monument, the blood-red light bloomed and enveloped the person and the monument.

At this moment, Fatty Huang, Zheng Ge, and Luo Xiong, who were standing nearby, suddenly felt an inexplicable palpitation, as if they were being targeted by a cruel and violent beast, and there was a pain on their necks. Layers of goosebumps.

As martial arts experts, the three people immediately retreated further away without hesitation, for fear that the blood-red light would wrap them up.

Because at this moment,

The three of them all felt an indescribable sense of danger, or more accurately, awe, which made them unable to confront it head-on and could only avoid it.

"Hiss!" The three of them backed away from a long distance. Only then did they have time to take a breath of cold air. Before they could calm down in shock, their eyes turned back to the battle monument that glowed with blood-red light.

At this moment, even the bright sunshine in the middle of the morning was eclipsed by the blood-red light.

"What a ghost in broad daylight. How could this happen?" Fatty Huang stared at the direction of the battle monument with lingering fear and said to himself.

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw Zheng Ge on the side, pointing to the battle monument that glowed with blood-red light with a look of disbelief on his face, and said in great shock: "Didn't you find that the glowing light is darker in color?"

Fatty Huang rolled his eyes and said, "Brother, I'm not blind, but compared to standing near the battle monument just now, making people feel dangerous and turning around and running away, it's just a piece of cake."

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw Luo Xiong standing nearby, staring in the direction of the battle monument with a solemn face, and said in a deep and confused voice: "Thirty seconds have passed."

"Uh!" Fatty Huang and Zheng Ge were reminded by Luo Xiong, and their expressions instantly became brighter. Their eyes that glowed with blood-red light were full of deep fear.

What they can be thankful for now is that Wang Le and they have already become blood allies and sworn brothers with different surnames, instead of life and death enemies.

Those members of the trial team who had circled around to the front of the battle monument were no better at this time and were caught off guard and fled in all directions.

"Who the hell is this? Why is it different from before? It gives people a very dangerous feeling."

"Didn't you see the disciples from Lingtai Sect and Tongtian Pavilion standing there? If you guessed correctly, it must be the guy from Nanhua Temple."

"That's right, except for that big change from the world of mortals, who else can make such a big move."

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While the trial team members who were watching were talking about it, one minute had passed. At this time, the person involved, Wang Le, who was shrouded in blood-red light, was anxious.

"This thing that uses blood as a matchmaker is so damn evil. Why did it end up like this when it got into my hands?" Wang Le thought with great depression.

He didn't want to do anything too high-profile at this time, lest he be shot in the face.

With his mind wandering, Wang Le saw the blood-red light blooming and had no intention of holding back at all. He immediately gritted his teeth and took the initiative to remove the magic weapon attached to the battle monument.

At the moment when the waist badge magic weapon and the battle monument were separated, the blood-red light that bloomed quickly converged, disappeared, and returned to its original calm.

"Huh!" Wang Le exhaled, and with an ugly expression, he distanced himself from the battle monument. Because of what happened just now, he was not prepared at all. He was caught off guard, and he still hasn't thought about it yet. Find out what this is all about.

Wang Le didn't like this feeling of being out of his control, and of course his mood wasn't much better.

"Male Gobi, bah!" Wang Le uttered a rare expletive, and spat onto the gravel ground with a gloomy expression.

Wang Le believed that if he hadn't made a decisive decision just now and removed the magic weapon in his hand from the battle monument, the blood-red light would still be shining!

By then, we don’t know how big the news is, and maybe the entire Alliance army will know about it.

For Wang Le, this was a bad start, not a good sign.

Fatty Huang and Zheng Ge, who were standing far away, saw Wang Le walking away from the battle monument and quickly walked over.

When Luo Xiong saw this, he followed him silently and walked up to Wang Le, who had regained his composure.

Before Fatty Huang and Zheng Ge could speak, Wang Le slightly squinted his eyes and looked at Luo Xiong, who was following him, and asked with a tone that showed no emotion or anger: "Senior Luo, this is just to build a waist badge magic weapon and a battle monument. It’s just a connection between each other, but why do you think this junior is not so innocent?”

After a pause, Wang Le continued to stare at Luo Xiong intently, and continued: "I need a reasonable explanation."

As soon as he finished speaking, Fatty Huang echoed: "Yes, we all need a reasonable explanation!"