He Has a Dragon

Seeing Wang Le's demeanor, Xiao Yue couldn't help but mutter in his mind that this guy was either a tough talker, or he didn't realize how terrifying the Thunder Pavilion was as a hidden orthodoxy.

Obviously, in Xiao Yue's opinion, it was the former. This guy was just trying to show off his strength.

Wang Le did not explain much, let alone tell the two masters and disciples in front of them that before killing Mu Yunlei, he had already killed the disciples of Jinglei Pavilion for stealing the Ten Thousand Beasts Flower.

It is precisely because of this that in Wang Le's eyes, the grudge against Jinglei Pavilion cannot be resolved at all, so don't think about the possibility of resolving it.

Therefore, Wang Le's only choice was to use soldiers to cover up the water and earth. There was no other way.

"Take a rest early and see Nanhua."

Wang Le said with a smile and cupped his hands to Hai Wuya, then left the room and drifted away.

As for Hai Wuya's urgent desire to see the artifact butterfly, he could only postpone it until later.

Xiao Yue watched Wang Le put on the Yi Rong mask again and leave the room, and then walked out of Wanfu Inn. Only then did he realize that the other party had no intention of leaving Wushuang City with him tomorrow.

At this moment, Xiao Yue couldn't help feeling a chill deep in his heart. He closed the door in a hurry, walked up to Hai Wuya, and said in a nonchalant manner: "This guy is too scheming and too careful."

Hai Wuya said calmly: "That's why he killed many people and is still alive today."

After a pause, Hai Wuya continued: "If what I expected is correct, he had already decided to leave Wushuang City overnight after killing Mu Yunlei."

Xiao Yue looked at Hai Wuya with a serious face and asked, "Master, do we really want to go to Nanhua for three years?"

I saw a fiery look in Hai Wuya's eyes, and he nodded and replied without hesitation: "Of course, for the artifact butterfly, it is worth even being imprisoned in Nanhua Temple for five years."

Having said this, Hai Wuya couldn't help but sigh and said with emotion: "From the moment we know his true identity, there is no other choice. Otherwise, there is only a dead end."

After a pause, Hai Wuya continued energetically: "What's more important is that he can cure my master's old heart disease and solve the fatal problem of Qi and blood decline."

Xiao Yue frowned with a pair of thin and black brows, and finally couldn't help but asked curiously: "Master, can you tell what tricks that guy used?"

Hai Wuya shook his head thoughtfully and said slowly: "My master can only feel that he used magic power on me. As for the rest, I can't speculate on it."

Xiao Yue was stunned at first, and then he couldn't help but look surprised.

Because my master is not only one of the few masters of weapon refining in the martial arts world, but he is also a famous master of alchemy and a master of medicine.

In addition, the party being treated did not know anything about Wang Le's treatment methods, which is really incredible.

As for Wang Le using magic power on him, God knows if this cunning guy like a fox deliberately used it to conceal his true treatment method.

Thinking of all these things, Xiao Yue finally couldn't help the confusion in his heart and asked: "This guy is not only extremely powerful and invincible at his level, but he also has too many secrets, right?"

"Can the small Nanhua Temple really cultivate such a monster that is rare to see in thousands of years?"

Hai Wuya smiled bitterly and said with emotion: "Evildoers appear in troubled times, no matter where they come from, they are all born under this starry sky!"

Just when Xiao Yue was about to speak, Hai Wuya's expression suddenly changed, and then he signaled to be silent, and said in a deep voice: "There is murderous intent, and the aura of a heaven-level expert."

While he was talking, Hai Wuya appeared in front of the window of the room, opened it and looked towards the long street outside Wanfu Inn.

At this moment, Wang Le, who should have left long ago, was standing in the middle of the long street, silently confronting an old man.

Xiao Yue walked quickly to the window, and when he saw the old man confronting Wang Le, he couldn't help but exclaimed: "This is the Blood Thunder Sword Ode to Hongjiang!"

Hai Wuya nodded solemnly and said: "Yes, he is Song Hongjiang from Jinglei Pavilion. His master once refined a realm-breaking elixir for him. I didn't expect that this person would succeed in being promoted to the Heavenly Level through this." The situation is over.”

Xiao Yue glanced at Wang Le, who stood motionless like a statue in the middle of the long street, and said anxiously to Hai Wuya: "This guy can die anytime, but he can't die before you get old and sick." He died before he could be cured.”

"Master, please step forward to stop the mediation! Otherwise, this guy will definitely fall under Song Hongjiang's blood-thunder sword tonight!"

I saw Hai Wuya not looking at the disciple Xiao Yue who was standing next to him. His eyes were always locked on Wang Le and Song Hongjiang who were facing each other on the long street downstairs. He said with a solemn expression and helplessness: "Song Hongjiang doesn't ask me for anything." , how to dissuade?”

After a pause, Hai Wuya sighed and said with a wry smile: "If my teacher's guess is correct, Song Hongjiang should be the protector of Mu Yunlei walking around the world in Jinglei Pavilion."

Having said this, Hai Wuya glanced at his disciple Xiao Yue and said with a pessimistic face: "Mu Yunlei, the contemporary world leader in Jinglei Pavilion, is dead. As a protector, if Song Hongjiang doesn't kill the murderer Wang Le, Then he will definitely die if he returns to Jinglei Pavilion."

Xiao Yue couldn't help but have a sad look on his face, and asked softly: "What should we do? Master, you finally have hope of recovery, are you desperate again so soon?"

Hai Wuya sighed softly and replied: "Just leave it to fate!"

After a pause, Hai Wuya changed the topic again, and said with a strange look in his eyes: "If he really carries the artifact butterfly with him, there may be a glimmer of hope."

Xiao Yue's eyes lit up, then dimmed again. He shook his head in disbelief and said, "Even if I beat myself to death, I can't imagine that the legendary artifact can be activated and exert huge power by a guy with only earth-level cultivation." power."

"So let it be your fate." Hai Wuya repeated again.

"Uh!" Xiao Yue suddenly fell silent and said no more, because he knew that no matter how high his master's status was, he could not afford to offend a behemoth like Jinglei Pavilion.

Xiao Yue, who was standing in front of the window, looked at the guy who was full of secrets who was confronting Song Hongjiang, and whispered softly: "Don't die so soon!"

…………

From the moment Wang Le killed Mu Yunlei, he never thought about staying overnight in Wushuang City and leaving the city at dawn the next day.

If he hadn't been looking for Hai Wuya to refine his own magic weapon, he would have left the city as soon as he killed Qin Sheng.

But there is never what if in the world, so Wang Le can only face the cruel reality in front of him.

"I didn't expect it to arrive quite quickly." Wang Le looked at the old man opposite him who had a cold face and murderous intent in his eyes, and said calmly, without any fear of the heaven-level power emanating from him!