He Has a Dragon

?After the three people left the school grounds, they passed through rows of white tents and went straight to the southwest of the camp.

Although there was no knowledgeable old horse like Wang Yunxiang to guide them, the three of them still easily arrived at the most special place in the alliance camp.

At lunch time, when there were many people, Fatty Huang looked at the bustling scene in front of him and couldn't help but shake his head and sighed: "Hey, if I hadn't known the situation in advance, I would have thought I was in the wrong place!"

Zheng Ge, who has a relatively reserved personality, frowned and said softly with an unhappy look on his face: "I don't know what those heaven-level seniors in the upper echelons of the army were thinking, but they actually opened up such a messy place. What a shame!"

Wang Le, who was standing in the middle, glanced at Zheng Ge who was standing aside, and said with a smile: "Those old people value rules more than us young people, so don't doubt their decisions."

After a pause, Wang Le shrugged and said: "In secular terms, this is called a balance between work and rest. While the entire army remains highly vigilant, it must also relax appropriately. Otherwise, going too far will not be enough, and it will only affect the overall situation." to the overall combat strength of the army."

"Uh!" Zheng Ge was startled at first, then a flash of realization flashed in his eyes, and he obviously understood what Wang Le meant.

As the three of them walked further into the area, they saw some members of the trial team mixing in the crowd.

This includes Luo Yin, who made a bet with Wang Le again. The two met each other and passed by as if they didn't know each other.

Wang Le smiled nonchalantly and followed Fatty Huang and Zheng Ge into the largest white tent in the area.

After revisiting his old place, Fatty Huang opened the box he had visited last time, let Wang Le and Zheng Ge go in first, and then left.

After a while, when Fatty Huang came back, the waiter had already followed him, serving dishes of delicious food and drinks.

There was no talking during the dinner, just enough food and drink.

After the leftovers on the table were removed and the waiter made some fragrant tea for the three of them and exited the box, the conversation began.

"What is the origin of the Martial God Temple in the far west?" Wang Le asked without any nonsense and went straight to the point.

Because Yin Liaoyuan, who was usually very low-key, showed up so prominently on the school field today, Wang Le needed to know more about this person.

Fatty Huang avoided answering and asked, "Brother, do you still remember Qin Changfeng, who was second on the earth-level combat merit ranking list just now?"

Wang Le raised his eyebrows and asked, "What do you mean?"

Fatty Huang chuckled and replied: "Qin Changfeng and Yin Liaoyuan are both from the Martial God Temple in the far west."

At this time, Zheng Ge further said to Wang Le: "Wu Shen Temple, like Qing Palace, also occupies one of the nine permanent elders of the Alliance Elders Council."

"Uh!" Wang Le couldn't help but look surprised. He obviously didn't expect that the Martial God's Temple in the far west could actually be on an equal footing with the Qing Palace, the top power in the central region.

"No wonder you dare to call him Martial God God. It seems that he does have corresponding strength." Wang Le said softly to himself.

Fatty Huang nodded in agreement: "Of course. Although the Martial Arts Temple has lost its glory a thousand years ago, it is still one of the top forces in the martial arts world and no one can shake it."

“In the final analysis, the foundation of the Martial Temple is too deep.

Even if one generation is inferior to the other, it can still survive. "

At this time, both Fatty Huang and Zheng Ge had expressions of envy on their faces, which made Wang Le further realize that the power of the Martial Arts Temple could be envied by the talented disciples of Lingtai Sect and Tongtian Pavilion, and it was definitely not something ordinary forces could envy. It can be done.

Fatty Huang put away the envious look on his face, looked at Wang Le and said, "The reason why the Martial Arts Temple has this name is because of the inherited techniques."

"It can be said that in the entire martial arts world, the Taoist sect is best at fighting at close range. The first thing everyone thinks of is the Martial Arts Temple."

"Oh?" Wang Le suddenly became interested, because close combat is also his best fighting method.

Wang Le asked himself that with the same level of cultivation, no matter who fought with him in close combat, they would never get an advantage.

At this time, Zheng Ge looked at Wang Lexiao and said: "We have seen the third brother fighting with the enemy time and time again along the way. Ten of them were close combats. It is really similar to the style of Wushen Temple. .”

"If it is said that the third brother comes from the Martial Arts Temple, I think many people will believe it."

As an expert in close combat, Wang Le certainly knew the ropes, so he said: "The prerequisite for being good at close combat is to have a strong physical constitution. Otherwise, it will be difficult to win. If you don't do it well, you will have to I lost my life."

Fatty Huang nodded and said, "So it is understandable that Yin Liaoyuan was able to make the blood-red light last for more than thirty seconds today."

After a pause, Fatty Huang looked at Wang Le and said with amazement and a twist: "But brother, you are more like a disciple of the Martial Arts Temple than a disciple of the Martial Arts Temple!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Zheng Ge couldn't help but follow: "The physical body of the third brother is too strong, and it actually made the blood-red light blooming from the battle monument last for more than a minute."

"If my third brother hadn't come from the world of mortals, I would have thought that you had practiced ancient body-refining techniques."

At this point, Zheng Ge changed the topic again and said: "Even if you practice ancient body-refining techniques, at Third Brother's age, it is impossible to improve your physical fitness to such an extent. It is extremely terrifying."

"For example, Yin Liaoyuan from the Martial Arts Temple is already at the top of his age."

At the end, Zheng Ge looked at Wang Le with eyes full of weirdness and disbelief, and said, "I can only say that brother, you are extremely talented and your physical constitution is different from ordinary people."

"Uh!" Wang Le rubbed his nose out of habit and smiled without saying a word.

Of course, he would not tell the two people in front of him that if he had not taken the initiative to separate the waist magic weapon from the battle monument, the blood-red light that bloomed would have had to wait until it subsided and disappeared!

Immediately, Fatty Huang and Zheng Ge stopped marveling at Wang Le's physical physique. After all, after this period of contact, they had already fully seen how perverted this guy was. He was simply a monster, not a human being at all. It cannot be based on common sense at all.

Wang Le glanced at the two of them and saw that they didn't sigh anymore, then he continued: "Since the disciples of the Martial Temple are good at close combat, then this lineage must have powerful ancient body-refining techniques."

Fatty Huang shook his head without hesitation and said: "How can you do it if you only have ancient body refining skills? This is just the foundation. You must also have powerful ancient defense techniques, not to mention those suitable for close combat." Ancient martial arts and attacking techniques, all of which are indispensable.”