He Has a Dragon

The drinks and food were served very quickly, and the tea in the cup was not finished yet. The middle-aged waiter was busy and served WwW...lā one by one.

Wang Le first picked up two chopsticks of meat and vegetables to satisfy his hungry stomach, and then drank the monkey wine that the middle-aged waiter poured for him.

"Sir, are you satisfied with this monkey wine?" the middle-aged waiter asked confidently.

Wang Le, who had a glass of monkey wine in his stomach, did not respond immediately, but smacked his lips, savoring the rich fruity and spicy aroma that lingered on his tongue's taste buds and in his mouth.

After a short while, Wang Le showed a look of satisfaction, nodded and said: "It's very unique, and it will be helpful to the cultivation of warriors like us. Although the effect is not great, it is better than nothing."

The middle-aged waiter immediately gave Wang Le a thumbs up and said, "Sir, you are such an expert!"

Wang Le chuckled and did not answer, because in his opinion, any warrior could feel what he just said after drinking this monkey wine.

So Wang Le believed that the middle-aged man was just a routine flattery.

Before that, the middle-aged man must have said similar words to other warriors who had drank monkey wine.

The middle-aged waiter first smiled and said nothing when he saw Wang Le, and then he started to eat, and he retreated without disturbing him again.

What's more, Wang Le is not the only dining guest. The middle-aged waiter also has to take care of other guests in the inn.

Wang Le's eating appearance was as appalling as ever, and the table full of delicacies was swept away without hesitation. In the end, not even a leaf was left.

The guests sitting at the nearby table were speechless when they saw Wang Le eating like a starving ghost reincarnated. Although they did not make fun of him, many of them had expressions of ridicule and disgust on their faces.

After all, no one wants to offend a strange warrior by speaking out when they are away from home.

After a long while, Wang Le asked the middle-aged waiter to remove the empty plates from the table, and by the way, he made another pot of tea, and then he drank it slowly and happily after he was full.

The reason why he didn't rush back to the guest room to rest was because Wang Le wanted to hear if there were any new trends in the martial arts world recently.

Of course, there is also the matter of the Ten Thousand Beasts Flower. Now I don’t know what the leaven looks like.

Nearly two months have passed since the incident of stealing the Flower of Beasts. For Wang Le, the ideal result is that the top forces have ceased their activities, and there will be no further investigation and investigation.

"The Qin family is worthy of being the number one family in Wushuang City. They are so proud that they were able to invite Master Hai Wuya out of Balo Mountain. It's really enviable!" Suddenly someone at the next table said with emotion.

Wang Le's hand holding the tea cup paused slightly, then returned to his mouth again naturally, and drank it in one gulp. At the same time, he thought to himself: "Fortunately, I drank tea here for a while longer, otherwise, tomorrow would have been in vain." Just one trip."

At this time, someone at the next table saw someone laughing and saying: "There are many more powerful forces than the Qin family! It's just that the Qin family was lucky this time and got a bird's feather grass. Otherwise, Master Hai Wuya would not have entered." The city is here to treat the head of the Qin family."

When other guests dining in the lobby on the first floor heard this, they couldn't help but stop holding the chopsticks in their hands, with deep surprise and surprise on their faces.

"The bird's feather grass has not been discovered for many years, and it was actually obtained by the Qin family.

This luck is so good that I have nothing to say. "

"Master Hai Wuya has been suffering from an old illness in recent years. With this bird's feather grass, it is unlikely that he will be cured."

"Healing? Hey, it's not that easy. Over the years, Master Hai Wuya has collected many precious medicinal herbs in order to cure his old illnesses. Among them, there are many rare herbs that are more precious than antelope grass. However, they can be refined into elixirs and taken In the end, it just relieves the pain caused by old illnesses.”

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Wang Le could not help but breathe a sigh of relief when he heard the comments from the guests around him, and said to himself: "Fortunately, this bird's feather grass cannot cure Hai Wuya's old illness."

While thinking about it, Wang Le drank up all the tea in the teapot, and then said to the middle-aged waiter standing in front of the counter: "Brother, bring me another pot of tea."

"Okay!" the middle-aged waiter responded, quickly brewed a pot of tea and hurried to Wang Le.

When the middle-aged waiter poured tea into the cup diligently, Wang asked calmly: "Master Hai Wuya couldn't use all the precious herbs. What old disease did he have?"

The middle-aged waiter glanced at Wang Le and immediately understood that the other party's tea drinking was a lie and the questioning was the purpose, so he replied with a knowing smile: "There are many rumors about Master Hai Wuya's old illness, among which everyone I believe that the more authoritative version is that Master Hai Wuya was severely injured by a heaven-level evil cultivator, which caused the qi and blood throughout his body to decline."

After a pause, the middle-aged waiter showed a look of deep admiration and continued: "Others would have died long ago if they had been severely injured by evil cultivators of the heavenly level, but Master Hai Wuya is a scholar of heavenly beings. In order to restore his own energy and blood, , began to save himself, and within ten years, he became a master of alchemy."

Having said this, the middle-aged man could not help but sigh and said with regret: "Even so, Master Hai Wuya can only relieve the pain of his own Qi and blood decline, but cannot completely cure him."

At this time, a guest at the table next to him heard what the middle-aged waiter said to Wang Le, and couldn't help but followed behind and said: "For warriors of our generation, once the Qi and blood decline, it is equivalent to being knocked into the dust, sooner or later. It’s a word of death, but it’s already a miracle that Master Hai Wuya can do this.”

As soon as he finished speaking, another guest continued: "If he hadn't been severely injured by the evil cultivator of the heaven level back then, Master Hai Wuya would have become a heaven level powerhouse long ago. It's such a pity."

Just when everyone was sighing at this, one of them, a man in his thirties who was wearing black attire and clearly had the aura of a martial artist, said very depressedly: "Master Hai Wuya must make elixirs for himself after he gets the bird feather grass." , then I won’t be able to refine weapons for others this month, so it seems I can only wait until next month to try my luck at his place, alas!”

At this time, a guest sighed bitterly and said: "We are all from Tianya, and you are not the only one. Now there are many martial arts masters in Wushuang City who want Master Hai Wuya to refine weapons for a period of time!"

Then he saw a middle-aged man standing in front of Wang Le and said: "Wushuang City is so prosperous, which is due to the contribution of Master Hai Wuya. Every day, countless martial arts masters come here to go to Baliksan to let Hai. Master Wuya has been refining magic weapons for a period of time, and Wushuang City is the only way to Baliksan."

Having said this, the middle-aged man couldn't help but pray: "I really hope that Master Hai Wuya can cure his old illness. In this case, he will have more time and energy to refine weapons and benefit warriors all over the world. Wushuang City will definitely be more prosperous." Prosperity!"