He Has a Dragon

"You are actually a heaven-level expert!"

The young uncle looked at Wang Le with fear on his face and blurted out an exclamation.

At this time, Wang Le saw the young master who was retreating back without looking at him. He calmly picked up the wine glass and took a sip. Then he smiled lightly and said disdainfully: "You are just a late-level earth-level man, how dare you act so presumptuously in front of me?" , it’s really ridiculous.”

At this moment, everyone present was completely confused when they heard the conversation between Junior Master Uncle and Wang Le.

The eyes of everyone looking at Wang Le were full of bewilderment.

None of them expected that the young man in front of them, who was in full swing and was obviously under thirty years old, turned out to be a strong martial arts master.

Comparing the two, all the warriors present couldn't help but feel that they were a lot older, and they all ended up living like dogs.

Although the onlookers were shocked and had a lot to say, Wang Le sitting at the table by the window was so scary and mysterious that everyone could only keep their mouths shut tightly for fear of provoking unnecessary trouble. Right and wrong.

Just when the entire second floor was so quiet that one could hear a pin drop, a long-faced man suddenly looked at Wang Le in shock, and exclaimed with a trembling voice, "You... you are Wang Le!"

Before anyone could react, the long-faced man continued with increasing certainty: "Yes, you are Wang Le! Because in today's martial arts world, he is the only one who can defeat the Earth Level with his bare hands at this age. The strong one in the later stage!”

As soon as he finished speaking, the young uncle, who had reacted from the shock, looked at Wang Le with horror in his eyes: "Yes, you are Wang Le. Kill me, Lei Zhengying, the pinnacle of martial arts in Jinglei Pavilion, and continue The monster who won the peak battle between gods!"

At this moment, the warriors on the entire second floor who were watching could no longer be quiet. They suddenly became noisy, and there were incredible exclamations everywhere.

"It turns out that he is the legendary evildoer Wang Le from Nanhua Temple! He is so young!"

"It's really better to meet him than to be famous! I didn't expect that he is the invincible being who has continuously won the peak battles between gods!"

"Every generation of talented people comes out of the country, and a new generation replaces the old ones. Today I saw the legendary and peerless evildoer Wang Le. He is indeed an invincible giant who can defeat Xiaoyaozi, the master of Guixu Temple. He is now recognized as the number one in the martial arts world!"

"This monster suddenly appeared in Qingyuan City without warning. I seemed to smell the blood flowing like a river."

………

Amidst the chatter, the faces of the young master uncle, the long-faced man and other people in Jinglei Pavilion were completely drained of color, and their eyes looked even more panicked and desperate.

Ever since Wang Le continuously won the pinnacle battles that will go down in history and killed the strongest martial artists one after another, it is no exaggeration to say that his ruthless methods and bloodthirsty behavior have become a household name.

Now that the God of Death came uninvited, everyone present in Jinglei Pavilion thought on their knees that they all knew what he wanted to do in Qingyuan City.

After all, it was the ancestor Lei Zhengying, the pinnacle martial arts master of his family, who was the first to raid Nanhua Temple, so it was not surprising that Wang Le suddenly came to Qingyuan City where Jinglei Pavilion was entrenched.

Since you are in the first year of junior high school, don't blame others for being in the fifteenth year.

At this moment, facing Wang Le, a big demon who kills without blinking an eye, the young master uncle and the long-faced man were on the verge of crying, wishing that they were just casual cultivators instead of disciples of the Jinglei Pavilion of the secluded Taoist tradition.

In the past, the golden signboard of Jinglei Pavilion made them feel proud and glorious, but today it has completely become a reminder of their fate!

At this time, I saw the young master uncle, who was a strong man in the late earth level, suppressing the fear in his heart, looking at Wang Le with a stern and restrained look and said in a deep voice: "Your Excellency is the top being who has won the peak divine battle, and he has the same experience as me and other juniors. It’s too disgraceful.”

After a pause, the young master uncle continued: "If you have the ability, why not go to the City Lord's Mansion and fight with my ancestor, who is the pinnacle of martial arts in Jinglei Pavilion!"

Wang Le's hand holding the wine glass paused slightly, and said softly to himself: "This Qingyuan City really has a master of martial arts at its peak. Jinglei Pavilion is indeed a hidden Taoist tradition with profound foundations."

Then Wang Le looked up at the young master uncle, the long-faced man and others,

He continued with a half-smile: "General knowledge? I am sitting here eating and drinking, and I am in a good mood! Which bastard jumped out to find himself uncomfortable?"

The moment he finished speaking, the eyes of the onlookers couldn't help but fall on the long-faced man and others.

Just when the long-faced man and his companions were filled with regret, Wang Le curled his lips and sneered: "Besides, I gave you the chance to get out of here. Needless to say, all the guests here have seen the result."

Having said this, the smile on Wang Le's face subsided, and he glanced back and forth at the young master uncle, the long-faced man and others with indifference: "Since you don't want to get out, then I will fulfill my promise and keep you all forever. Don’t even think about leaving again.”

Just when the young master uncle and others' legs were weak, their eyes were full of fear, and they were so frightened that they were begging for mercy, Wang Le continued: "Today, I came to Qingyuan City, you people from Jinglei Pavilion Don’t even think about living, so even if you don’t die now, you won’t be able to see the sun rise tomorrow.”

Before he could finish his words, the young uncle jumped into the air without hesitation and tried to break through the roof of the restaurant to escape.

Although the speed is very fast, in Wang Le's eyes, it is as slow as a snail.

Before all the warriors present could react, Wang Le had already disappeared.

In the midst of lightning and flint, by the time Wang Le appeared in everyone's sight, he was already in front of his junior uncle who was about to escape above his head.

Immediately, Wang Le struck out like lightning, striking the vital part of the young master's uncle's chest with a direct palm!

Although the junior uncle of Jinglei Pavilion is a strong man in the late stage of martial arts, facing a terrifying existence like Wang Le, he is like a mountain standing still.

In an instant, even if the young martial uncle tried his best, he could not escape from Wang Le's palm, which was like a flying fairy from the sky, without any pyrotechnics.

And this is why the gap between cultivation and strength is like an abyss and a ravine, and no matter how powerful the techniques and move inheritance are, it can't fill it!

There was a muffled sound of "bang", and the young master's chest sank directly. The ribs inside shattered and penetrated directly into the heart and stabbed out from the back.

Blood splattered everywhere, filling everyone's sight, and it looked particularly bloody!

Just when everyone forgot to breathe after witnessing this bloody scene, Wang Le, who was originally in the restaurant, disappeared again.

Before the onlookers could see clearly, they heard a dull banging sound and the clicking sounds of broken bones.

In a flash of lightning, when the onlookers on the second floor finally reacted and took a closer look, they saw that Wang Le had returned to the table by the window, but did not sit down again.

At this time, the young master uncle of Jinglei Pavilion, the long-faced man and others had collapsed in a pool of blood one by one, with despairing expressions on their faces and no longer breathing. They had already turned into corpses before they even had time to scream.

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