He Has a Dragon

While Wang Le was drinking tea and looking out the window at the bustling night view of the Holy City, the curtain at the entrance to the hall on the second floor was opened by a middle-aged waiter, followed by three people wearing the same white gown with embroidered sleeves. A middle-aged man wearing a golden lotus filed in.

Then he saw three men of similar age, probably in their forties, walking straight to the table of the middle-aged guest who made Wang Le very wary.

At this moment, I saw this middle-aged guest sitting motionless on the chair. He asked calmly without raising his head: "What do you want from me?"

A middle-aged man standing among the three of them asked with an expressionless expression, "Are you Weng Yuan, a casual cultivator?"

At this moment, the middle-aged guest who was sitting in the seat and called Weng Yuan put down his chopsticks, slowly raised his head, and stared at the one of the three people in front of him who was asking the question with a pair of dead fish eyes without any emotion. Replied: "So what? Weng has always followed the rules since entering the Holy City, but he has never done anything that is not allowed by your city lord's palace!"

The middle-aged man who was being stared at did not avoid Weng Yuan's dead eyes. He said in a condescending voice: "Just in the afternoon, a murder occurred at the Chengnan Inn. A total of six people died, all from Qing Dynasty. palace."

As soon as he finished speaking, the expressions of other guests at the next table changed, including Wang Le, who was originally looking relaxed.

"Everyone from the Qing Palace dared to kill, and six of them were killed at once. Who has taken the courage of a bear's heart and a leopard's guts?"

"It can be seen that today's pilgrimage city has completely become a dragon's pond and a tiger's den. Alas! Now I regret having to mess with this muddy water!"

"The killing of Qing Palace's disciples is just an appetizer. There are still three days until the Beast Flower blooms again. Only then will the bloody storm really begin!"

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While all the guests were talking in low voices, Weng Yuan, whose face had already turned gloomy, stood up slowly, and then said to the middle-aged man in front of him: "The death of the Qing Palace disciple has nothing to do with Weng."

The middle-aged man said calmly without changing his face: "Among the six Qing Palace disciples who died, in addition to three who have achieved the profound level of martial arts, the other two are in the early stage of the earth level of martial arts, and one is in the earth level of martial arts. Mid stage."

After a pause, the middle-aged man continued: "Among the martial arts masters who appeared near the Chengnan Inn this afternoon, five of them have the strength to kill these six Qing Palace disciples in a short period of time."

Having said this, the middle-aged man looked deeply at Weng Yuan and said faintly: "And you, your Excellency, are one of them."

As soon as he finished speaking, another one of the three said: "The other four people have been invited back by the city lord's palace of our law enforcement team as guests, and now you are the only one left, Mr. Weng."

For a moment, the entire hall on the second floor was completely quiet, and you could hear a pin drop. Everyone's eyes couldn't help but fall on Weng Yuan, waiting for his response.

At this time, Wang Le, who was sitting not far away, heard this and couldn't help but thought to himself with some luck: "Fortunately, I didn't wander to the south of the city during the day."

"Otherwise, an unidentified guy like me will definitely be suspected, and then it will be really a disaster coming from the sky, and we will be unlucky."

Just when Wang Le was thinking about it, Weng Yuan, who was silent for about ten seconds, defended himself in a deep voice: "Weng is just a casual cultivator. He would only kill the disciples of Qing Palace if he has a brain attack!"

At this time, the middle-aged man responded calmly: "When we arrive at the City Lord's Mansion,

Mr. Weng can tell these words to the Lord of the City. "

Weng Yuan's short eyebrows furrowed, and he glanced back and forth at the three members of the law enforcement team in front of him with a pair of dead fish eyes, and suddenly sneered: "What if Weng doesn't want to go? I'm sorry that your city lord can't do anything about it!"

The middle-aged man's expression did not change, but his tone became stern, and he replied in a deep voice: "If it were normal times, our City Lord's Mansion would certainly not be able to do anything to Mr. Weng, who has just reached the late stage of martial arts."

"After all, the Lord of the City, like you, Mr. Weng, are both in the late stages of martial arts."

At this point, the middle-aged man suddenly changed the subject and asked: "But the current pilgrimage city is in an extraordinary period. Has Mr. Weng forgotten that there are only three days until the Ten Thousand Beasts Flower blooms?"

Before Weng Yuan could respond, the middle-aged man asked and answered: "Mr. Weng, of course you won't forget."

"So during this extraordinary period, do you think the only one who is in charge of the Pilgrimage City is the City Lord? Won't the Alliance photograph other strong men to come and take care of you?"

Weng Yuan's expression suddenly changed, and he said in a deep voice with fear: "It seems that your Lord is not the only one sitting in the City Lord's Mansion now, but there are also top experts who have achieved the heavenly level of martial arts!"

The middle-aged man chuckled and said, "It's good that Mr. Weng understands. So it's up to you to decide whether to go to the City Lord's Mansion or not."

At this moment, a wry smile appeared on Weng Yuan's lips, he shook his head and sighed: "There is a heaven-level powerhouse sitting in the City Lord's Mansion, so Weng can only go to the City Lord's Mansion to prove his innocence."

After the middle-aged man saw Weng Yuan agreeing to go to the City Lord's Mansion, the middle-aged man and his companions standing on both sides were obviously relieved.

It was obvious that they were facing a late-stage martial artist like Weng Yuan. Although the three of them were members of the law enforcement team, they were still under a lot of pressure.

After all, the strength gap between the two sides is too big.

"Let's go!" Weng Yuan didn't waste any more nonsense. He threw a few low-grade Origin Stones on the dining table, then passed by the three law enforcement members in front of him and walked to the entrance of the second floor hall first.

All the guests, including Wang Le, breathed a sigh of relief when they saw that Weng Yuan did not resist and went to the city lord's mansion obediently under the supervision of the law enforcement team.

They came here to eat and rest, but they didn't want anything bad to happen to Chiyu.

Just when Wang Le was breathing a sigh of relief, his heart suddenly tightened, and then he saw Weng Yuan, who was about to walk out of the entrance to the hall on the second floor, suddenly turned around without warning, and then a long red light flashed past!

At this moment, the three law enforcement members who were following Weng Yuan did not have time to scream, and their heads quickly left their bodies and flew out.

Dong dong dong...

Puff, puff, puff...

Three heads with stunned faces rolled to the ground, and pillars of blood spattered out from the three headless corpses in an instant.

And in the rain of blood, Weng Yuan turned into an afterimage and rushed towards Wang Le.

In the flash of lightning, Wang Le disappeared without hesitation on the chair and hid aside. Then Weng Yuan came out through the window, and the black shadow instantly disappeared from the sight of Wang Le and other guests in the hall...

Wang Le, who was standing by the chair, glanced at the three heads in the pool of blood, and couldn't help but sigh softly, sighing in his heart: "When you encounter a person like Weng Yuan who is full of violence, you will not die unjustly!"