He Has a Dragon

When the invisible Wang Le chased after them, the group of martial arts masters had already separated. Like mice, they couldn't wait to get into the nearby palaces and pavilions to search carefully.

When Wang Le saw this, he no longer cared about the movements of these martial arts masters. Instead, he walked alone among the Hongfa Hall and other buildings, trying to find some clues.

As for whether those martial arts masters who were searching the palaces and pavilions would gain anything, in Wang Le's eyes it was already destined to be nothing.

After all, he had already seen through these palaces and pavilions through the Delusion-breaking Dharma Eye, and there were simply no cultivation resources that everyone wanted.

While walking among these buildings, Wang Le did not find anything similar to the murals in Yaowang Palace.

So for a while, Wang Le couldn't find a good breakthrough.

We can only observe and search carefully, trying to find anything unusual.

After a while, while the invisible Wang Le was wandering around the huge Hongfa Hall, he suddenly heard the sound of fighting coming from a building not far away.

"What a He Yihang, he actually dares to snatch something from me, I'm so tired of living!"

An old hoarse voice roared from the building, obviously a little angry!

Then I heard He Yihang's familiar voice, replying with disdain: "This ancient secret realm is the territory of the three major families in Fengming City. You outsiders have barged in. He didn't settle the score with you. He has already settled it." You’re welcome!”

"Get out of here! Otherwise, don't blame He for being rude!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he heard a sneer from another martial arts peak next to him, saying loudly: "He Yihang, you are alone, and we have already sworn to form an offensive and defensive alliance. You should be the one who knows better!"

"Otherwise, this secret realm of the ancient Taoist sect's dojo would be the place where you, He Yihang, are buried today..."

Before he finished speaking, he heard the old hoarse voice from the beginning roaring: "Where is He Yihang running away! Stop right here!"

Before the words were spoken, Wang Le, who was invisible, saw a man wearing a gray felt hat rushing out of the pavilion building through his eyes.

Then he disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Of course, in the sight of Powang Dharma Eye, He Yihang's figure must be invisible.

However, the peak martial arts masters who were chased out of the palaces and pavilions sent out their spiritual consciousness or used secret techniques to try to rediscover He Yihang's traces.

But the results all ended in failure.

In the final analysis, the gray felt hat on He Yihang's head played the main role. No matter how hard the martial arts masters tried, they could not find out where He Yihang was hiding.

"I didn't expect that the head of the He family, He Yihang, would also sneak in. It seems that everyone must be careful, don't let this person named He take advantage of our loopholes, and the fisherman will benefit in the end!"

"He Yihang has also come in, and the Tian family members of Fengming City will definitely not be absent either. We must be careful!"

"No matter what, let's search this place as soon as possible, and then move to other places in the secret realm!"

………

Amidst these discussions, a group of martial arts experts returned to their respective palaces and pavilions and continued to search carefully.

But as time passed, it didn’t take long for a martial arts expert at the pinnacle to feel depressed.

They walked out of the palace and pavilions one after another with their heads downcast and their faces ugly.

Undoubtedly, as Wang Le had expected before, they had not harvested the cultivation resources they wanted from these palaces, pavilions and other buildings.

To be more precise, even those who found three melons and split dates were snatched away by He Yihang who suddenly appeared.

"Not to mention the elixirs and techniques here, there is not even a magic weapon from ancient times."

"Why did I feel that the people here didn't leave in a hurry, but packed up everything before leaving this place."

"He Yihang took away two jade slips. I still have three jade slips here. I don't know if they record ancient martial arts or other information. I can't find a way to read them yet."

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The faces of the top martial arts experts who were reunited were extremely ugly, and they had nothing nice to say.

This made them begin to wonder if they had come to the wrong place when they followed Wang Le into the secret realm. They should not have come at all.

Just when these old guys were grumbling unhappily and talking about changing places, the invisible Wang Le saw He Yihang who had left, but he turned back and sneaked straight into the Hongfa Hall.

"Uh!" When the invisible Wang Le saw this, he couldn't help but touch his nose thoughtfully, and thought to himself: "Is there really something weird in this Hall of Propaganda?"

Wang Le, who originally wanted to leave with the group of martial arts masters, immediately stayed in the corner of the Hongfa Hall, quietly waiting for He Yihang's next move.

At this moment, He Yihang, wearing a gray felt hat, came to the portrait of the old man riding a bull.

But then, He Yihang didn't make any movement, he just raised his head slightly and stared intently at the portrait in front of him.

It wasn't until the top martial arts experts who formed an offensive and defensive alliance reached a consensus to go to other places in the dojo, and then left here one by one through the Hongfa Hall and disappeared from sight, that He Yihang started to move.

At this time, Wang Le, who was hiding in the corner, saw He Yihang taking out three sticks of incense as thick as his thumb from the storage stone inexplicably.

"What does this guy want to do? Sake incense?" Wang Le thought to himself in confusion when he saw He Yihang's actions.

Just when Wang Le was confused, He Yihang took out a small incense burner from the storage stone and placed it on the long table under the portrait.

After lighting the three sticks of coarse incense in his hand and inserting them into the incense burner, He Yihang took off the gray felt hat on his head and put it aside. Then he prostrated and worshiped the old man riding a bull in the portrait with full piety and respect.

At this moment, what caught Wang Le's attention was not He Yihang lying on the ground, but the three sticks of thick incense that were lit. In addition to the rich fragrance, the three wisps of green smoke penetrated into the portrait almost indistinguishably. Like a mud cow entering the sea, it disappeared in an instant.

To be more vivid and precise, these three wisps of green smoke were sucked into the nose by the green bull the old man was riding in the portrait.

"Uh!" Upon seeing this, Wang Le's expression suddenly became strange.

It is true that the world is full of wonders, but I did not expect to see such a strange scene in the Dafa Hall.

At the same time, Wang Le was extremely certain that there must be an extraordinary relationship between He Yihang and the giant Que Sect in ancient times.

Otherwise, He Yihang would not do this.

Of course, Wang Le did not think that He Yihang was just paying homage to the old man riding a bull in the portrait, and that he must have other ulterior motives.