He Has a Dragon

? At this time, everyone, including Ouyang, looked at Wang Le with complicated and weird eyes.

Even the young guy who works in Hechang Restaurant all year round and has seen all kinds of people has never seen a guy as good as Wang Le.

To be more precise, successful practitioners will never burst their belly no matter how much they eat, but no one can do it like Wang Le, regardless of his status as a monk and his personal dignity.

"Where did this guy come from? He really has no cultivation at all."

"If it weren't for the Shuntian City's protective formation that prohibits monsters from entering the city, I would really suspect that this kid is a vulgar beast of a monster!"

"Hechang's Zaishui was tasted slowly one bite at a time, but this guy drank it all in two or two. What a waste of a good bottle of wine!"

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Amidst the disdainful comments, the young waiter looked at Wang Le with some worry, fearing that this new arrival would overturn the table and make a fuss.

After all, these guests who dare to speak contemptuously are not easy to mess with, and the weakest ones are all in the middle stage of Jindan cultivation.

Most of them are already in the Nascent Soul realm.

While Wang Le deliberately restrained his aura, he was just a young monk in the early stage of the Golden Elixir.

In the eyes of the young man, once Wang Le couldn't help but conflict with the person at the next table, whether it was a confrontation of strength or other aspects, it was obvious that Wang Le, who was in the city for the first time, would definitely suffer.

For the sake of a medium-grade spiritual stone, the young man turned his back to everyone and winked at Wang Le in a very subtle way, signaling to calm down and not be impatient.

As for whether Wang Le can understand it or not, that is his own business. The young man can just feel clear about it.

After all, I am just a low-level ant working in a restaurant.

Wang Le ignored the winks from the young waiter, and also didn't take the contemptuous words from the next table to heart.

For Wang Le, he has eaten and drank enough and is feeling comfortable!

He didn't bother to be familiar with those idiots who didn't understand food.

What's more, a strong dragon won't overwhelm a local snake.

Wang Le, who had just entered Shuntian City, really didn't want to cause any trouble.

Not to mention the series of cross-level and cross-border battles between the powerful gods in the Transformation Realm some time ago, which is really a bit boring.

Nothing is too much, and now Wang Le just wants to quietly find a Taoist sect that suits him, and then work hard to practice wholeheartedly.

Just when the young waiter removed the leftovers from the table, made fresh tea and brought it to the table, Ouyang finally couldn't help but sigh and said to Wang Le speechlessly: "Brother Wang, you are a strange man." Yeah! Oumou admitted it."

"A strange person?" Wang Le chuckled and said, "Brother Ouyang, if this bill hadn't been added to the bill, each of us would have paid half of it!"

"After all, most of the food and wine on this table ended up in my stomach, little brother. I'm sorry."

As soon as he finished speaking, Ou Yang refused without hesitation: "That won't work. We agreed that Ou will settle the bill."

"If I ask you to pay half of it, then I, Ouyang, will have no shame in living in Shuntian City from now on."

Wang Le saw Ouyang's stubbornness and refused, so he didn't persuade him any more.

Anyway, I said everything I needed to say.

At this moment, Ou Yang took the initiative to change the topic, looked at Wang Le with a curious expression and asked, "Brother Wang, are you really a casual cultivator?"

Wang Le's expression remained unchanged, he drank tea very calmly, nodded and replied: "That's right, I embarked on the path of cultivation by chance and did not join the Taoist sect."

After a pause, Wang Le suddenly changed the topic and said: "But the purpose of my coming to Shuntian City this time is to join a Taoist sect that suits me."

"Oh? Really?" Ouyang looked at Wang Le with a flash of strange color in his eyes, secretly guessing how much of the other person's words were true and how false.

Then Wang Le put down the tea cup in his hand, a look of deep helplessness appeared on his fair face, and said softly: "Since Ouyang is a casual cultivator, he must understand that we, the casual cultivators, can work alone. How difficult it is to obtain cultivation resources.”

"Especially as the cultivation level gets higher and higher, the cultivation resources obtained will undoubtedly become more advanced, and it is really difficult for us casual cultivators to obtain these."

Having said this, Wang Le couldn't help showing a bitter look and continued: "It is precisely because of this that I want to join the Taoist sect."

"After all, it is much better to join an orthodox sect than to fight alone as a casual cultivator."

At the end, Wang Le did not forget to add: "Brother, I am still very young. I want to keep moving forward on the road of cultivation. I cannot limit my future achievements on the road of cultivation because of a lack of cultivation resources."

After hearing Wang Le's emotional explanation, Ouyang couldn't help but look at the other party seriously and confirmed again: "Brother, are you really a casual cultivator?"

Wang Le couldn't help but rolled his eyes and replied: "If it's true, I'm a casual cultivator. What's the point of lying?"

Before Ou Yang could speak, a guest at the next table said questioningly: "Your kid's bone age is at most thirty years old. You can cultivate to the Golden Core Realm by yourself without relying on the help of the Taoist sect. Isn't it too exaggerated?" Already?"

Wang Le curled his lips and said without bothering to explain: "Believe it or not, I have no obligation to explain this to you."

Then Wang Le looked at Ouyang and changed the topic: "Brother Ouyang is an old man in Shuntian City, so he must know whether the Taoist sects in this territory have a deep foundation. Please give me more advice."

As soon as he finished speaking, the guest who was choked by Wang Le suddenly stood up and said with a sneer: "You are just an early stage golden elixir, and you dare to be arrogant with someone like Du. I'm really tired of living with you!"

After a pause, the long-faced guest with a mole at the corner of his mouth said to Wang Le again: "If you are brave enough, go to the fighting ring in the city with Mr. Du and teach you how to behave?!"

Wang Le raised his brows and finally looked at this late-stage Jindan strongman who was about to go to the ring if he disagreed.

At this time, I saw that although Wang Le still had a smile on his face, his eyes when he looked at him were extremely cold, as if he was looking at a dead person.

"Are you sure you want to have a fight with me?" Wang Le asked slowly and without emotion.

At this moment, the long-faced guest with a mole at the corner of his mouth was stared at by Wang Le's cold eyes and felt uneasy.

Although the long-faced guest with a mole at the corner of his mouth didn't want to admit it, deep down in his heart, he couldn't help but feel a little nervous.

"Obviously he is only in the early stage of the Golden Core and he is so young, but why the hell do I think this little bastard is covered in blood?"

The long-faced guest with a mole at the corner of his mouth muttered to himself in fear.

Unconsciously, the aura of this late-stage Jindan monk weakened by three points.

So much so that this guy lost the courage to even look at Wang Le.