He Has a Dragon

When Wang Le saw these people, the other party naturally discovered him, and it was too late to avoid them.

What's more, Wang Le didn't even think about hiding things.

Although Wang Le didn't recognize the six monks in the field and couldn't call them by name, these were undoubtedly familiar faces. They had already met each other outside the space earlier.

At this moment, because of Wang Le's sudden appearance, the four-on-two melee suddenly became more intense.

Immediately, they saw that the four monks who had the advantage and would win sooner or later put away their thoughts of playing cat and mouse, and worked together with all their strength to carry out the final attack on the two Nascent Soul monks who had already suffered heavy losses!

At this moment, since everyone is here, Wang Le has no intention of turning around and leaving.

Even if Wang Le wanted to leave at this time, the other party would not let him go easily.

When encountering each other on a narrow road, the brave will win, not to mention that Wang Le is not only brave, but also powerful enough to crush these Nascent Soul cultivators.

When Wang Le slowed down and walked leisurely to the battlefield, the melee also came to an end when the two Nascent Soul monks who were besieged died one after another.

At this time, one of the old men in purple clothes from the winning side looked at Wang Le, let out a weird laugh, and continued with a bad tone: "You damn fat guy didn't even run away when he saw the four of us. You are quite courageous." .”

A bright smile appeared on Wang Le's fat face and he asked: "I want to run, but can I run?"

Before the old man in purple could fight back, he saw a middle-aged man with small eyes and a flat nose next to him. He looked at Wang Le with a murderous look on his face and said, "I remember that you are a subordinate of Shen Qianfeng in Shuntian City. Your name is Emperor Zuo. You were followed outside before." There was a conflict between that guy Ke Enzhe and Xiu Yue, the witch from Yuyue Palace."

Wang Le was not surprised when the other party recognized his identity.

After all, everyone had seen the verbal fight that happened outside before, so it was not surprising that he was recognized.

As for the identities and origins of the four monks in front of him, Wang Le was not interested. He came here just to find the remains of the Mahayana monks.

At this moment, the middle-aged monk with small eyes and flat nose continued to ask coldly: "Emperor, what are you doing here? Is it possible that what Shen Qianfeng wants is here?"

I saw Wang Le smiling calmly,

Then he asked without answering: "Then what do you want to do when you come here to fight and kill people?"

Before the middle-aged monk with small eyes and flat nose could respond, he saw the old man in purple sneered impatiently: "It's okay if you don't tell me frankly, but you actually asked us in turn, you are really arrogant."

Wang Le curled his lips, shrugged his shoulders indifferently, and then replied: "Since no one wants to tell the reason why they came here, let's go half way on the road to the sky. Don't make things difficult for anyone. Harmony will make you rich. most."

As soon as he finished speaking, another old man in brocade robes across from him suddenly spoke: "Friendliness leads to wealth? I don't know if you are really stupid or pretending to be stupid. Since we met here, of course we have to make a difference between life and death." "

The middle-aged monk with small eyes and flat nose followed behind without hesitation and echoed in a cold voice: "That's right, I can only say that you damn fat guy is so unlucky that you met the four of us not long after you came in. It's doomed." It is inevitable that he will be buried here."

When Wang Le saw the four guys in front of him, all of them were full of murderous intentions towards him. They were ready to attack at any time. He couldn't help but thought to himself: "Since you want to die so much, I won't be polite."

As his mind wandered, Wang Le took a deep look at the old man in purple and the others, and the smile on his face disappeared, and then said slowly: "Don't think that you will win because you have more people, I believe you will regret it soon. "

At this time, I saw the man with a Chinese character among the four who had been silent. He said impatiently to the three companions around him: "What nonsense are you talking to about someone who is going to die? Don't forget the business of coming here. Hurry up." Kill him first!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw this thin man with a Chinese character taking the lead and killing Wang Le very quickly.

When the old man in purple and the others saw this, of course they didn't dare to show any signs of neglect. They dispersed in unison and surrounded Wang Le from all directions.

Trying to completely suppress this fat man named Emperor Zuo from the beginning.

Just as the four of them were showing off their skills and attacking Wang Le's front, back, left and right at almost the same time, they saw that Young Master Wang was still extremely calm, without any panic.

At this moment, some of the four Nascent Soul cultivators were using their bare hands, while others were holding magic weapons and sharp weapons, and they were attacking all the vital parts of Wang Le's body.

Just when the attacks of these people were about to fall on Wang Le, the always calm and calm young master Wang finally moved.

"Roar!"

Wang Le let out a clear whistle, and his whole body suddenly twisted in an extremely exaggerated way, like a water snake, cleverly avoiding the magic weapons, fists and kicks that were attacking the vital parts of his body.

At this moment, the four of them could not help but be slightly stunned when they saw that Wang Le had successfully dodged the attack.

And in this fleeting moment, Wang Le, who had avoided the four-man attack, of course fought back without showing any weakness.

Soon enough, Wang Le's fists that glowed with dazzling purple-gold light suddenly swung out and turned into fist shadows that filled the sky, overwhelmingly covering all four peak cultivators of the late Nascent Soul stage who were besieging him.

A layman looks at the excitement, an expert looks at the door.

At this moment, the old man in purple and the other four Yuanying monks knew that they had encountered a tough idea today.

The short winter melon named Emperor Zuo in front of me is definitely a ruthless character!

Boom boom boom——

Boom boom boom——

Click click click click——

………

The continuous collisions and the sound of magic weapons being damaged and broken were like the water slurry bursting out of a silver bottle. The memories were extremely dense and stirred in this huge underground river space, and spread far and wide.

In less than two or three minutes, Wang Le used his fists to suppress these four peak cultivators in the late Nascent Soul.

"Ahhh...!"

Waves of screams followed, and Wang Le used his fists and palms to cut off the hands and feet of the old man in purple and the monk with the flat nose, directly relying on the power of his body, turning them into pieces!

As for the other two of the four, although their hands and feet were not disabled, they were not much better. Their whole body, muscles, bones and internal organs were basically destroyed by the shadow of Wang Lemantian's fist, and they were directly on the verge of death from serious injuries.

Faced with such a tragic situation, the four peak cultivators of the late Nascent Soul, who were so arrogant just a moment ago and thought they had a chance to win, now regretted going to their grandma's house.