He Has a Dragon

Just when Wang Le was lamenting his misfortune, he saw the long-faced man named Zhao in front of him and asked: "Boy, which orthodox sect are you from?"

Wang Le's face suddenly showed a sneer, and he asked evasively: "Didn't you doubt my identity just now? You said that I was a spy sent by the invisible Taoist tradition. Why do you ask me now? The Taoist sect is here?"

Before the long-faced man surnamed Zhao could respond, Wang Le continued to answer his own question: "I'm sorry, you are also afraid that my background is unusual, and that I might offend the top forces that you can't afford to offend, right?!"

Having said this, Wang Le snorted with disdain and said: "Don't worry, I am very ordinary and not a top power, so you are not afraid of offending those top powers for this."

The long-faced man surnamed Zhao was made red and white by Wang Le's sarcastic words. He said in a cold voice, somewhat annoyed: "Then don't hide your head and show your tail. If the child with a yellow mouth has the guts, report it to him." Come on!"

Wang Le immediately chuckled and responded with a smile, "If you ask me to tell you, will I say it? That's so shameless!"

Before he could finish his words, behind the long-faced man surnamed Zhao, a late-level Xuan-level strongman opened his eyes angrily and shouted loudly: "How dare you be so disrespectful to Senior Zhao, you are seeking death!"

Wang Le immediately laughed and replied: "I'm still young and I don't want to die. It's just a joke. Is it necessary to be so serious? If you take it seriously, you will lose."

"Uh!" These late-stage Xuan-level experts were immediately confused by Wang Le's shameless response. They didn't know what to do, but it also made them have real murderous intentions towards Wang Le!

At this time, Wang Le looked at the man surnamed Zhao and others, lied without drafting, and said calmly without blinking: "The throne of the emperor, a casual cultivator."

Then Wang Le asked: "I have already reported my name, what about you?"

As soon as he finished asking, before the long-faced man surnamed Zhao could speak, he saw one of the late Xuan-level masters standing behind sneered: "A casual cultivator is not worthy of knowing my name, I will let you do it later." What a fool!"

"Uh!" Wang Le suddenly couldn't help but laugh and said: "Martial artists like us are supposed to be upright, but I didn't expect to meet such scoundrels like you who look down on others. It's really a disgrace to the martial arts world!"

Before the late Xuan-level strongman on the opposite side could open his mouth to fight back, he saw the man surnamed Zhao, whose face was already extremely ugly. He snorted coldly and said: "Boy, put away your provoking methods. Zhao will not change his name, Qing will not change his name." Gong Piaomiao Peak Zhao Hongtu!"

A strange color suddenly flashed in Wang Le's eyes,

He couldn't help complaining depressedly in his heart: "Why is it Qingong again? It seems that I have really come into conflict with this top force."

Just when Wang Le was muttering in his heart, Zhao Hongtu, who had a long face and a pair of mung bean eyes that showed undisguised murderous intent, said in a deep voice with an angry tone: "You dare to be named Emperor?" ! Really looking for death!"

"Uh!" Wang Le was startled at first, then a look of surprise appeared on his face. Because he just remembered that the most powerful person in the Qing Palace was none other than Di Hao, who was at the peak of the martial arts world. Now the only terrifying existence in the martial arts world who could face off against Xiaoyaozi, the master of Guixu Temple.

"This time we have violated Qing Palace's taboo. It seems that it is completely impossible to avoid today's battle."

Wang Le glanced at Zhao Hongtu and others, who were exuding murderous intent and whose expressions were getting worse, and couldn't help but think in his heart.

Just when Wang Le was thinking about it, Zhao Hongtu suddenly waved his hand and ordered without looking back: "Since this kid is so rampant, then you all come together and let him know what it means to be a man of heaven and earth!"

"No!" The six late-stage Xuan-level warriors accepted the order in unison. Following Zhao Hongtu's footsteps, they stepped back and planned to watch.

At this moment, the six late-stage Xuan-level experts did not release their natal magical weapons contained in their dantian, but directly rushed forward towards Wang Le, who was not far in front of them.

Because in their eyes, it was a big joke for six people to deal with this little bastard who didn't have all his hair and release his natal magic weapon. They looked down upon this young man who claimed to be the emperor.

They don't think that this young man, who has the same surname as Qinggong Emperor Hao, can be so powerful on his own!

Just as these six powerful men at the late Xuan level of martial arts waved their palms and punches from all directions, almost indiscriminately killing Wang Le, I saw that Wang Le, who was always on alert, and had never closed the Delusion Eye, did not enter immediately. In the invisible state, he unhurriedly took out the special military spur from the Dharma Eye Space, held it tightly in his right hand and made a fist with his left hand.

Followed by Wang Le, he used his eyes to see the gaps between the fists, palms and kicks that were attacking him. Then he moved his feet like a fish swimming in the water, avoiding the fishing net at the last moment and slipping through the gaps with ease. Escaped.

None of these six late Xuan level experts expected that Wang Le could escape the siege so easily, and they couldn't help but look shocked.

For a moment, the movements of his hands and feet slowed down by three points.

Taking this opportunity, Wang Le did not hesitate to activate the innate power in his Dantian and pour it into the meridians of his limbs. At the same time, he injected it into the opened dark orifice. The golden glazed cover that bloomed with golden light instantly opened to protect his whole body.

At the same time, Wang Le held a special military thorn in one hand and punched in the other hand, turning around to kill the six late-stage Xuan-level experts who were besieging him.

In the midst of lightning and flint, these late-stage Xuan-level warriors who were unable to react were instantly defeated by Wang Le's unstoppable offensive and had no ability to fight back.

In the blink of an eye, the special military thorn in Wang Le's hand was directly inserted into the heart of a late-stage Xuan-level strongman. Then he violently stirred it and pulled it out. At the same time, he threw out an iron fist, like a meteor. He smashed it hard on the head of another late-stage Xuan-level powerhouse next to him.

With a muffled sound of "bang", the head of this late-stage Xuan-level strongman was directly exploded under the iron fist, and the red and white stuff inside instantly sprayed out.

At this moment, the other four Xuan-level experts suddenly came to their senses and hurriedly used ancient defensive techniques.

For a moment, colorful defensive shields covered their bodies for safety, fearing that one second later at night, they would follow in the footsteps of their companions who had become corpses.

At this time, Zhao Hongtu, who was standing aside and watching, could not help but twitch with his loose eyelids. A look of surprise and surprise flashed in his eyes, and he finally realized that he had underestimated this young man named Emperor Zuo.

Zhao Hongtu witnessed the scene in front of him and couldn't help but ask himself: "Is this emperor really just a casual cultivator?"