He Has a Dragon

Wang Le has long been accustomed to the awe and wonder of the people around him, so he doesn't feel proud or elated.

What's more, the success of killing the mid-level martial arts master was achieved only by relying on the artifact butterfly. For Wang Le, there was no sense of accomplishment at all.

Therefore, Wang Le did not stay any longer. After briefly describing the whole process of the fierce battle to the leader Ji Yinzi, Grandpa Ji Yang and others, he took the opportunity to leave and disappeared from everyone's sight, using the excuse of physical and mental exhaustion.

As for the remaining finishing matters, such as the corpses of those powerful men who fell in the mountains and needed to be collected, of course Wang Le did not need to do the hard work. The leader Ji Yinzi and a group of elders would take care of it.

And Wang Le also believed that they were happy to do this kind of thing, because there must be a lot of treasures on the corpses of these strong men. After all, they were all strong martial arts masters, and even martial arts masters who had not been blown away by the artifact butterfly were annihilated. The corpses of the strong men in the early stages of Heaven Level are all lying there now.

Closer to home, after Wang Le returned to his residence after his success, he immediately locked himself in the bedroom to have a good rest.

In this way, it was not until the next morning, after Wang Le woke up from trance after a night's rest and recovery, that he walked out of the bedroom and went to the front hall of the mansion.

At this time, Ji Yang, who had been sitting in the front hall waiting for a long time, quickly left his seat and stood up. He asked with concern: "How is your physical condition? Did you suffer any injuries when you fought with the masters from Cihang Jingzhai yesterday?"

Wang Le smiled slightly and replied nonchalantly: "With the artifact Butterfly in hand, it will be difficult for my grandson to get hurt even if he wants to. It's just that he was a little tired from the fierce battles and chasing those martial arts masters. "

"Now after a good night's rest, my grandson has almost recovered."

Then Wang Le looked at the housekeeper Li Hongru who was standing not far away and ordered: "Uncle Li, get me something to eat quickly. I haven't eaten anything since I came back yesterday!"

Li Hongru just nodded and was about to exit the front hall and go to the kitchen when he saw Ji Yang speaking to Wang Le: "Don't be too busy eating. Master Hai's disciple came over last night and told me that your natal magic weapon, grandson, has been released."

"In order not to disturb your rest, I delayed telling you until now. Let's go to Master Hai's place now!"

"Finally it's been refined." Wang Le couldn't help but look happy and said with a smile.

Wang Le then shook his head and said with a smile: "You can't live up to the delicious food, not to mention that my grandson is a little hungry now, so it's better to wait until he fills his stomach before going to Master Hai's place!"

"Uh!" Ji Yang suddenly said speechlessly: "Grandson, that is your natal magic weapon!"

Wang Le chuckled and said, "Anyway, the magic weapon cannot escape. There is no difference between leaving early or late."

Having said this, Wang Le did not forget to send Li Hongru to the kitchen to get some food and bring it up.

Seeing this, Ji Yang could only shake his head helplessly, and then asked Wang Le to sit down and talk.

When Wang Le sat down at the table and poured himself a cup of tea, he saw Ji Yang couldn't hide the excitement in his heart and said with a smile: "Yesterday, when we were collecting the remains of the strong men in Cihang Jingzhai, our Nanhua Temple was very happy. With your light, grandson, I will make a fortune."

Wang Le shook his head with regret and said, "It's a pity that I couldn't hold back at that time.

The strong man in the middle stage of the martial arts heaven level could only be killed by a single blow from the artifact butterfly. Otherwise, this person would definitely have more treasures on his body. "

Ji Yang's eyelids twitched slightly, thinking that only his grandson had enough confidence to say such a thing.

Then he saw a smile appear on Wang Le's face again, and then said: "But this time, my grandson completely beat Cihang Jingzhai to pain, killing two early-stage Heavenly level experts and a mid-level Heavenly level expert in one go. In addition to the two earlier, a total of five heaven-level experts died in my hands."

"This is Cihang Jingzhai, which has a profound foundation. It can survive the death of five heaven-level experts. If it were replaced by other slightly inferior Taoist sects, even if it wants to kill five heaven-level experts, it is not necessarily possible. That’s enough!”

Jiyang nodded and said with a smile: "Even if Cihang Jingzhai can withstand it, five heaven-level experts fell in one fell swoop. Not only will their vitality be severely damaged, they will at least be injured. "

"If the women at Cihang Jingzhai still want to take a share of the troubled times in the martial arts world, they will definitely not cause trouble for our Nanhua Temple in the short term, but will concentrate on competing for the training resources of the martial arts world. Otherwise, time waits for no one and one step is slow and one step is slow. In the end, it will only be a waste of water and nothing will be gained.”

Wang Le nodded in agreement without any objection. After all, he had already considered this before taking action, so he would not wipe out all the heaven-level masters who would offend him at all costs.

If Fei Yuxuan hadn't cut off her arm in the end to survive, creating a strange and inexplicable white flame that made people fearful, none of the powerful men from the sects affiliated with Cihang Jingzhai would have thought of running away.

While the old man and the young man were talking in detail, the housekeeper Li Hongru and the mute servant brought a lot of food. Wang Le stopped talking and picked up his chopsticks to eat.

Seeing this, Ji Yang had no choice but to sit aside and drink tea and wait patiently.

There was nothing to say during the dinner. After a while, Wang Le, who had finished his meal and drank some tea with satisfaction, got up and followed Grandpa Jiyang out of the mansion and walked towards the place where Hai Wuya stayed...

When Wang Le saw Hai Wuya again after more than half a month, he was thinner than before, and his energy and energy were not much better. Compared with those who were seriously injured and dying, they were no better.

Obviously, during these days, Hai Wuya spent a lot of energy in order to successfully refine the natal magic weapon that Wang Le needed. Otherwise, he wouldn't be in this miserable state.

Wang Le couldn't help but thought to himself: "With this being the case, I hope the refined magic weapon will not disappoint me. Otherwise, I would have spent so much energy curing this old guy's old disease, and given away a large number of high-quality products." Origin Stone, you will lose a lot."

Thinking of this, Wang Le was somewhat looking forward to what happened to the natal magic weapon that Hai Wuya had spent the past half month refining for himself.

Just when Wang Le was thinking about it, Hai Wuya stared at the opponent with blood-red eyes and smiled: "I heard that Wang Xiaoyou showed great power yesterday, and the masters of Cihang Jingzhai who were about to commit the crime were killed. It’s really gratifying to see that the armor is gone!”

After a pause, Hai Wuya continued: "It seems that my life in Nanhuaguan will be much more stable in the future."

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