He Has a Dragon

Han Ruoshui took a deep look at Wang Le, then took the initiative to change the subject and asked: "My injury this time is not serious. Just relying on my own words, it is difficult to completely cure it without leaving any consequences. Xiao Le, how confident are you? ?”

Wang Le secretly breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that the other party would not pursue the matter any further. At the same time, he smiled and responded confidently: "As long as the master does what I said, I guarantee that you will be able to recover from your injuries in the shortest time." Come here, and you won’t leave any trouble that will delay your future martial arts practice.”

Seeing that Han Ruoshui didn't hesitate at all, he nodded and agreed: "Okay, then I will leave all my old bones in your hands."

After a pause, Han Ruoshui continued: "Without further ado, Xiaole, please heal my wounds now!"

Of course Wang Le had no objections. After all, he had to rush back to the world of mortals as soon as possible. After all, his grandfather Ji Yang was seriously injured and he was still waiting for him to go back and help with the treatment!

"Then I will protect you outside."

Ji Yinzi greeted the two of them, then turned around and left the house, closing the door behind him.

In the following time, Wang Le stopped talking nonsense and asked Han Ruoshui to give up his guard and let himself do what he did to the other party.

He used a skillful technique to make Han Ruoshui fall asleep completely, and then output the purple gold mana in his Dantian through the Eye of Deception, and slowly injected it into Han Ruoshui's body.

If it were Wang Le who had not advanced to a higher level of cultivation earlier, no matter how powerful his Dantian's magic power was, it would still take a lot of effort to heal Han Ruoshui's injuries.

However, Wang Le, who had been promoted to the middle stage of Jindan, was no longer what he used to be. While inputting the purple gold mana into Han Ruoshui's body, he carefully examined the opponent's physical injuries through the clairvoyant eyes.

After thoroughly understanding Han Ruoshui's injury, Wang Le became more confident, and the speed of outputting the purple gold mana in his dantian became faster and faster.

After a while, the severely injured internal organs and damaged meridians in Han Ruoshui's body were wrapped up and nourished layer by layer by the purple gold magic power output by Wang Le, and then began to recover in an orderly manner at a speed visible to the naked eye.

At this moment, Han Ruoshui's face gradually turned rosy while he was sleeping, the pain between his eyebrows gradually disappeared and became soothed, and his originally rapid and unsteady breathing gradually became longer.

When the injuries in Han Ruoshui's body began to recover at an alarming speed under the treatment of Zijin's magic power, Wang Le, who looked a little tired, closed the delusion-breaking eyes in time and stopped the continued output of Zijin's magic power in his dantian.

"Fortunately, I have been promoted to the middle stage of the Golden Elixir. The purple-gold magic power in the Dantian is stronger than before. Otherwise, if I want to cure the injury on Grandmaster's body, I would have to wait in Nanhua for at least ten days and a half." Wang Le let out a long breath and muttered to himself with relief.

At this moment, even though Wang Le's cultivation strength was comparable to the so-called peak martial arts, he couldn't help but feel a little exhausted both physically and mentally.

After all, the continuous battles, especially the battle with the two old monsters from deep inside the restricted area, consumed Wang Le very much.

Now, in order to heal the seriously injured Han Ruoshui as soon as possible, Wang Le, who was trying his best to treat him, spent a lot of mana.

Even a strong-willed person began to feel overwhelmed after repeated consumption. But he finally completed the task successfully and helped Han Ruoshui eliminate his worries on his future martial arts training.

Amidst the sound of "squeaking", Wang Le opened the door and walked out of the house when he saw Ji Yinzi, who was staying outside to protect the law, hurriedly stepped forward.

He asked with concern on his face: "Xiao Le, how is the situation?"

Wang Le gave the other party a reassuring look, then closed the door and responded with a smile: "Uncle, there is nothing serious. I believe that after a period of rest, he can fully recover."

Ji Yinzi immediately breathed a sigh of relief, and a heartfelt smile appeared on his face. He believed that Wang Le would not fool him on such a matter.

Then Ji Yinzi, who was relieved, looked at Wang Le and asked, "When do you plan to return to the mortal world?"

Wang Le replied: "Of course, the sooner the better. Now that my grandfather is seriously injured, I can't rest assured that he is left alone in this mortal world."

After a pause, Wang Le changed the topic again: "But the situation is still unclear. God knows whether the big guys from the Hidden World Huayin Pavilion will launch another attack on our Nanhua Temple in anger."

"So no matter what, I have to stay in Nanhua for a few days to see the situation before I can leave with confidence."

At this time, Ji Yinzi sneered with a determined look on his face: "This time Huayin Pavilion capsized in the sewer of our Nanhua Temple. It can be said that our vitality was severely damaged. Even if they can't swallow this breath, they don't dare to do anything to us! "

Then Ji Yinzi further explained to Wang Le: "Now Huayin Pavilion, like other hidden world traditions, has been involved in the disputes between major forces in the martial arts world. It is already too late to get out."

"We have suffered such a big setback in Nanhua Temple this time. I believe that the Taoist sect that is hostile to it must be happy to see this success. The next step will undoubtedly be the next step."

"Under such circumstances, Huayin Pavilion will definitely be in a hurry. There will be no time to attack Nanhua Temple."

Having said this, Ji Yinzi stepped forward and patted Wang Le on the shoulder, and said with a smile: "Besides, with you as the God of Killing in Nanhua Temple, those big guys in Huayin Pavilion will definitely not look for him again as long as they are not stupid to death." It’s trouble for us at Nanhua Temple.”

Wang Le nodded thoughtfully in agreement, and then suddenly said: "No matter whether the old guy can successfully overcome the disaster in the end, I will go deep into the restricted area."

The smile on Ji Yinzi's face froze, and then he said solemnly: "Although with your current martial arts cultivation, there should be no one in the world who can kill you, but the depths of the restricted area are too mysterious. No Don’t go unless you have to.”

After a pause, Ji Yinzi continued: "It is rumored that Xiaoyaozi, the first person in the martial arts world to lead the Guixu Temple, disappeared deep into the restricted area, and there has been no news about him since."

A strange light flashed in Wang Le's eyes. He had heard Qingyangzi mention the matter of the Master of Guixu Temple disappearing into the restricted area.

As for the reason, it was simply to find his only son, Qingyangzi's senior brother Jiuzhong Zi.

As his mind wandered, Wang Le couldn't help but ask with a hint of confusion: "Didn't you say that there are many restricted areas in the martial arts world? Which restricted area does this deep area refer to specifically?"

At this time, Ji Yinzi's face became serious, and he said in a very cautious voice: "If you had asked before where the depths of the restricted area were, I would definitely not know, but with the chaos of the martial arts world, As the situation intensified, many unknown secrets were also spread.”

After a pause, Ji Yinzi continued: "There are secrets and rumors about the depths of the restricted area. As for the credibility, I can't guarantee it."

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