He Has a Dragon

"Ugh!" Wen Bufeng's pale and bloodless face couldn't help showing a look of astonishment, and blurted out: "How is that possible? He is still so young!"

The black-robed judge replied nonchalantly: "How is it impossible?!"

"Although I am very doubtful about my guess, I believe in the feedback from the fighting arena!"

Wen Bufeng froze, and then said bitterly: "I forgot that as the arbiter, you will inevitably be connected with the fighting arena in the process of monitoring the competition in the arena."

"Therefore, the specific combat power of both parties can be judged from the strength of the fierce battle in the arena."

Having said this, Wen Bufeng couldn't help but recall the fierce battle that had just ended, and murmured to himself with twinkling eyes: "Is he really that strong?"

The black-robed judge did not respond. Instead, he silently turned around and walked out of the fighting ring, disappearing in the corner of the field in the blink of an eye.

At this time, many onlookers around the ring have not dispersed yet, and they are all discussing this exciting battle between the peak powers of the late Nascent Soul.

"I really didn't expect Wen Bufeng, who is ranked tenth in the Nascent Soul's combat power rankings, to be defeated. If a judge had not appeared to stop the battle, Wen Bufeng would have died in the fighting ring in all likelihood."

"That Wang Le is so perverted. He is already a peak powerhouse in the late Nascent Soul at such a young age. Looking at the Middle-earth Continent, monks who can achieve such achievements at this age will only exist in a few top sects and hermits. In the Holy Land of the World."

"The origin of this son is not simple! It is very likely that he comes from a top Taoist sect. The Wen family, which has always been rampant in Shuntian City, is really hit hard this time. Don't think about revenge anymore, otherwise, it is really possible that the family will be wiped out. butcher!"

………

Just as everyone was marveling and speculating about Wang Le's origins, Mr. Wang had already left the building with the fighting arena.

Just as Wang Le was leaving, Ou Yang, who had been trying to escape from the surveillance of the Wen family, saw this and took the opportunity to follow Young Master Wang and successfully escape.

Facing a presence like Wang Le, all the monks from the Wen family did not dare to move. They could only watch and let Ou Yang follow Wang Le and leave calmly.

After all, Wen Bufeng had already lost to Wang Le in the fighting ring, and the Wen family had no reason, let alone the courage, to stop Wang Le and Ou Yang from leaving.

In this way, until they had gone far enough and were sure that no one was following them, the two of them found a teahouse to have tea and rest.

After the waiter brought tea and snacks and exited the box, Ouyang said with emotion on his face: "I thought I was going to die today."

"But I didn't expect that the senior would be so strong and reach the peak of the late Nascent Soul. I, Ouyang, really made a mistake."

Wang Le was not surprised to see Ouyang calling him senior.

After all, it has been some time since I came to Middle-earth, and I have also devoured the Nascent Soul in the middle stage of divine transformation like the ancestor of the Han family.

Therefore, Wang Le understood one thing very clearly.

That is, Middle-earth has a strict hierarchy and strength is respected.

To put it simply, the world of monks only asks about cultivation, not age.

Therefore, even though Ouyang is much older than Wang Le, he still has to call him senior.

Who told him that Ouyang was just a monk in the early stage of Yuanying, while Wang Le was at the peak of the late stage of Yuanying.

"You should still call me Brother Wang like you did before! Calling me "Senior" makes me look too old."

Wang Le said with a calm smile after taking a sip of hot tea.

Ouyang nodded in agreement without any objection, and followed up with a heartfelt thank you: "Brother Wang saved my life today, Ouyang is very grateful!"

"Ouyang will not hesitate to give you any orders in the future and will definitely do his best to complete them!"

I saw Wang Le laughing and replying: "If there is any trouble for Brother Ouyang in the future, I will never be polite."

"Of course, I, Wang Le, am not the kind of person who doesn't know what to do. Naturally, I won't let Brother Ouyang do things that are beyond the scope of his abilities."

Ouyang breathed a sigh of relief deep in his heart, and the grateful smile on his face became more sincere.

At this moment, Wang Le suddenly changed the topic and asked, "I'm new here and I don't know the distribution of power in Middle-earth yet. Could you please give me a general introduction by Brother Ouyang?"

A strange look flashed in Ouyang's eyes. The young man in front of him was really a monk from another continent!

Then I saw that Ouyang did not immediately introduce to Wang Le the situation of the major and minor forces in the Middle-earth continent. Instead, he asked cautiously: "Brother Wang, why don't you ask me about the Wen family's team being wiped out outside the city?"

Wang Le smiled disapprovingly and replied lightly: "There is a saying in my hometown that curiosity killed the cat."

"Besides, I'm not interested in this matter, so there's no need to ask."

After a pause, Wang Le continued: "As for whether Brother Ouyang is involved, that is your own business and has nothing to do with me."

Having said this, Wang Le couldn't help but look at Ouyang deeply and said, "But for the sake of brother Ouyang, you paid for my meal, I can protect you for a while."

Ouyang's eyes lit up, and he was about to speak with gratitude on his face, but Wang Le changed the topic again: "It can protect you for a while, but it cannot protect you for a lifetime. Brother Ouyang, you'd better make plans in advance!"

At this time, Ouyang nodded, and then replied: "As long as Brother Wang can protect me for three days, someone will naturally take care of me in three days!"

Seeing Ouyang's confident look that he had everything under control, Wang Le couldn't help but murmur to himself: "It seems that the Wen family really didn't accuse him unjustly. It is indeed related to the case outside the city."

As his mind wandered, Wang Le looked deeply at Ouyang and did not ask further questions.

After all, this is a grudge between Ouyang and the Wen family, and it has nothing to do with Wang Le.

At this time, it was obvious that Ou Yang didn't want Wang Le to continue questioning, so he quickly changed the subject and said to the other party with a smile: "Brother Wang wants to know about the distribution of power in Middle-earth, so he really asked the right person."

"Ou has spent most of his life traveling around, and he has only lived in Sunchon City for the past few years."

Then Ouyang cleared his throat, and then began to tell Wang Le: "To talk about the distribution of power in Middle-earth, we must first know that there are nine states in this continent."

"Kiuzhou?" A strange color flashed in Wang Le's eyes, and he couldn't help but think of China, where the Emperor Star was buried in the world of mortals. It was called the land of Kyushu in ancient times.

Just when Wang Le was thinking about it, Ouyang continued to introduce: "The order of these nine states are: Jizhou, Yanzhou, Qingzhou, Xuzhou, Yangzhou, Jingzhou, Yuzhou, Liangzhou, and Yongzhou."

Wang Le: "..."

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