He Has a Dragon

At this moment, a tall, skinny man wearing a black hat and black robe appeared at the door with an expressionless face.

When this tall and skinny man crossed the threshold and walked in, two more powerful men exuding the aura of late Nascent Soul cultivation appeared at the door one after another and entered Wang Le's sight.

Wang Le, who was sitting cross-legged on the bed, looked at the three late-stage Nascent Soul masters who came in, and asked calmly without changing his expression: "What do you mean when you three come to visit us?"

The man in black robe who came in first showed a hint of fear and asked: "Is your injury still not healed?"

Wang Le chuckled and replied, "It's been such a long time, and even the most serious injuries have been healed."

"What's more, this small injury on Mr. Wang's body is even more insignificant."

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw an old man with white hair and a square face coming in behind him. He stared at Wang Le with a smile but said firmly: "The more you say that, the more guilty you feel!"

After a pause, the old man with white hair and a square face continued: "If it was just a minor injury, it would have recovered long ago, instead of staying here without leaving the house for the past two months!"

At this time, another man with a donkey face and small eyes, who seemed to be well-maintained and about forty years old, said slowly: "During these days, the Yinkun has encountered many dangers, but it has always been safe from beginning to end. It was that old guy Xu Tingxie who showed up, but you never showed up!"

Then the middle-aged man with a donkey face and small eyes couldn't help but sneer, and further said: "With the murderous personality you Wang Le has shown along the way, if it weren't for the serious injuries, you would have come out to kill the enemy long ago, and It’s not just for Xu Tingxie to solve it alone!”

As soon as he finished speaking, the tall, skinny man in a black robe and a tall hat nodded in agreement: "Brother Yu is right to the point. You, Wang Le, are seriously injured now."

The white-haired, square-faced old man followed behind and sneered in agreement: "You have nothing to cultivate now, and you have no fighting power at all!"

I saw Wang Le glance back and forth, and the three late-stage Nascent Soul masters in front of him showed a faint smile and said softly: "Three of you are here, and you are convinced of me Wang Le with every word." The injury has not healed, and it has long lost its fighting power. I can't help but remind me of an old saying spread in my hometown."

Then I saw a hint of sarcasm on Wang Le's faint smile, and continued: "There is an old saying that whistles in the middle of the night to embolden yourself."

Having said this, Wang Le blinked at the three people in front of him.

Then he chuckled and said: "It seems that the three of you are afraid of me, Wang Le, and are scared to death."

Before the three of them could refute, Wang Le suddenly changed the topic and continued in a cold voice: "Since ancient times, money has moved people's hearts. But for the sake of the spiritual stone on board the Yinkun, he actually risked his life and even risked his own life?"

"I'm giving you one last chance now, that is to leave here immediately and pretend that nothing happened."

"Otherwise, don't blame me, Wang Le, for ruthlessly taking your lives!"

Facing Wang Le's verbal threats, the three of them couldn't help showing deep fear in their eyes, but that was all, with no intention of retreating.

"Wang Le, you are a strong person but a strong person now, and you pose no threat at all." The white-haired, square-faced old man sneered with disdain.

The middle-aged man with a donkey face and small eyes named Yu sneered: "That's right, now Wang Le doesn't say how much strength you can still exert, I'm afraid it's difficult to even stand up!"

"Oh?" Wang Le raised the corner of his mouth slightly, looked at the middle-aged man named Yu with a half-smile, and then disappeared out of thin air without any warning.

In the blink of an eye, Wang Le disappeared from the bed. He had his hands behind his back and stood quietly less than two meters in front of the three of them.

"Difficult? It's very easy!" Wang Le curled his lips and said with a smile.

At this moment, the expressions of the three people changed, and they almost had the urge to turn around and run away.

After all, the young man standing in front of them had crossed over to kill three late-stage Nascent Soul masters from the human race, and then jumped over the ranks again to kill the peak late-Nascent Soul master from the Orca royal family.

At the same time, he killed a late Nascent Soul powerhouse from the killer whale royal family while raising his sword.

Such an extremely brilliant achievement was witnessed by everyone from top to bottom on the Yinkun.

Of course, including the three late Nascent Soul powerhouses lurking in the corner.

At this time, the scalps of these three late Nascent Soul masters were about to explode, but they still forced themselves to calm down in a short period of time.

Then he saw the tall and skinny man. He looked at Wang Le with a stern and restrained look and sneered: "You are seriously injured and it is difficult to recover. It is really hard to pretend to be completely healed even though you are obviously seriously injured and dying."

As soon as he finished speaking, a middle-aged monk named Yu with a donkey face and small eyes said to Wang Le with murderous intent: "Boy, stop pretending, I can knock you down with one palm of my hand!"

"Oh? Really?" Wang Le raised his eyebrows, then looked at the middle-aged monk named Yu with great interest, and said with a smile: "Then try hitting me and see who falls down."

The monk surnamed Yu had a look of surprise on his donkey face, then he narrowed his small eyes and sneered at Wang Le: "Okay! Then let me, Yu, send you to the West!"

The moment before the words were spoken, the big hand hidden in the sleeve of monk Yu's robe was already shot out as fast as lightning!

The wind between the electric light and flint was like a knife, causing Wang Le's long hair to fly!

But Wang Le had no intention of giving in.

As if slowly but suddenly, Wang Le moved like a ghost when he saw the palm waved by the monk surnamed Yu very close at hand.

"Crack!"

Amidst the harsh and crisp sound of bones breaking, no one could see Wang Le's movements clearly.

Even the monk surnamed Yu, who was the person involved, did not react, and his brain instantly shut down and went blank.

It wasn't until a sharp pain penetrated his wrist that the monk surnamed Yu came to the rescue, and he couldn't help but let out a heart-rending scream.

But as soon as the screams were halfway through, Wang Le's extremely cold face appeared in the pupils of monk Yu's small eyes!

"boom!"

Amidst the dull collision, Wang Le, with lightning speed, directly hit the monk surnamed Yu in the belly with a fist that emitted purple-gold light!

At this moment, the monk surnamed Yu was like a puppet, allowing Wang Le to hit him. He did not fight back, let alone dodge, and allowed Wang Le's fist to hit his vital part!

When the white-haired, square-faced old man and the skinny tall man next to him saw this scene, it was already too late to rescue them.

Although the distance between everyone was very close, Wang Le's attack speed was so fast that the two of them couldn't help but have the illusion that water far away could not save the fire near!

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