He Has a Dragon

Fortunately, until I walked out of the temple, I didn't encounter the top demon spirits summoned by the runes again.

When Wang Le and Qu Jinghong looked back at the door with lingering fear, the inside returned to its original state quietly. It was still a small room instead of an empty hall.

It seemed as if the experience inside just now was just a dream.

Although Wang Le has decided to return home and not continue the search, the small courtyard where he is now must be searched again.

In the following moments, Qu Jinghong was the most active, trying to dig out some more treasures from other places in the yard.

After all, there is no shop like this after passing this village.

But after searching for a long time, they found nothing, and Qu Jinghong's wish was completely frustrated.

While searching the courtyard, Wang Le and Wangcai discovered that there was an unusual wall in a corner.

Although Wang Le was a little tempted by this and wanted to find out what was going on, but when he saw that Wangcai was covered in hair and was afraid of taking any further action, he had to give up the idea.

After all, the Qinglong spirit in the Fusion Realm has appeared. Once the wall is broken open and rushed in, God knows whether there will be greater dangerous variables.

I have walked away from the gate of hell once before, and I was lucky enough to have a near-miss, but there is no guarantee that I will be so lucky next time.

So after thinking for a while, Wang Le stepped back from the cliff and took Wangcai straight away from the abnormal wall.

As for the discovery here, of course Wang Le would not tell Qu Jinghong, lest something else happen to the other party and cause further trouble.

Although there is something inside the small courtyard, its area is limited after all, so it didn't take long to complete the search.

After a while, when the two of them walked out of the small courtyard cautiously, Qu Jinghong turned to look at the courtyard behind him, and couldn't help but sigh with regret, and murmured: "Why do I think there is a treasure hidden here? ?”

Wang Le looked at Qu Jinghong with a smile and said nothing, muttering to himself: "You guessed it right, but there is no prize."

For Wang Le, he can eat as much as he has the ability, especially in this unfamiliar environment with endless variables.

Moreover, Wang Le's intuition told him that it would be very ominous if he continued to take risks.

Just when Wang Le was more determined to leave here, he suddenly looked to the side with emotion.

Qu Jinghong, who was standing next to him, saw this and followed Wang Le's gaze.

At this moment, he saw a figure flashing past in a pavilion not far ahead.

"There's someone!" Qu Jinghong blurted out with surprise on his face.

At this moment, people were seen coming out of the pavilion one after another and walking quickly towards this side, apparently discovering the presence of Wang Le and Qu Jinghong.

Before they even got close, one of the three monks who were rushing towards us shouted, "Qu Jinghong!"

Qu Jinghong took a quick look,

He suddenly showed hostility and said, "Zhou Heifu!"

Wang Le next to him suddenly showed a strange look, and then asked: "Do you know each other?"

Qu Jinghong replied in a bad tone: "A very annoying guy, I just didn't expect to meet him here!"

Before Wang Le had time to ask Zhou Heifu's origins, he saw that the other party had already arrived with two monks.

"It's so fateful that I met Fairy Jinghong from the Great Light Sect here."

Zhou Heifu looked at Qu Jinghong with a smile but said.

At this moment, the two people next to them showed signs of caution after hearing about Qu Jinghong's background.

Qu Jinghong glanced at Zhou Heifu coldly and said, "If you are sensible, get out of here, otherwise I won't be polite."

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhou Heifu laughed loudly and said: "Since we met here, we must settle the accounts carefully."

After a pause, Zhou Heifu suddenly put away his smile, stared at Qu Jinghong with a murderous look on his face and continued: "You killed Mr. Zhou's nephew, the only relative in the world, if you don't kill this evil woman like you... The body was broken into thousands of pieces, it’s hard to understand the hatred in my heart!”

Qu Jinghong snorted coldly and said: "Then he brought it upon himself and cannot blame anyone else!"

Before Zhou Heifu could refute, Qu Jinghong suddenly changed the subject and asked, "How did you get here?"

Zhou Heifu was about to speak when he saw a middle-aged scholar-looking monk wearing a white gown suddenly pointed at the fortune on Wang Le's shoulder and said calmly: "If Miss Qu and this dear friend want to leave here alive, then Keep this spiritual beast."

Before Qu Jinghong and Wang Le could refuse, they saw another tall monk in green shirt standing across from Zhou Heifu and said with a smile: "Brother Xu, have you noticed?"

The monk surnamed Xu chuckled and said, "Of course, this little thing is a variant of the descendants of the White Tiger. What he is best at is treasure hunting."

"Originally, Xu was worried about how to find the treasure in this huge dojo, but he was so sleepy that he gave him a pillow, and he immediately met a spiritual beast who is good at treasure hunting!"

At this time, the tall monk in green shirt put away his smile and looked at Wang Le and Qu Jinghong, and said indifferently: "You can leave after leaving the treasure you got here and the spiritual beast on your shoulder. "

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhou Heifu's eyes flashed and he said: "Since Brother Xu and Brother Sun have said so, Zhou will let you go today and hand over your things obediently!"

At this moment, Zhou Heifu and others obviously did not take the taciturn Wang Le seriously.

It's not that they were careless, but Wang Le's changed appearance was like a short winter melon. He was too stubby and didn't have the slightest trace of a master's demeanor.

Of course, Zhou Heifu and the other three, like Qu Jinghong, are all powerful gods whose cultivation is suppressed in the Nascent Soul realm.

In the eyes of the three of them, even though Wang Le was a powerful god-former, they still had the upper hand in a three-on-two battle.

What's more, in the eyes of Zhou Heifu and others, the short winter melon standing with Qu Jinghong was too young and could not be a powerful person in the form of gods.

It is precisely based on these factors that monks Zhou Heifu and Xu Sun subconsciously believed that their side was sure to win.

"What a beautiful idea!" Qu Jinghong sneered with a mocking look on his face: "You three, stop having such wishful thinking. If you have the ability, just come and grab it yourself!"

The monk surnamed Xu suddenly frowned and said with displeasure: "Xu has given you a chance. I hope you two will understand the current situation and know how to choose. This way you can survive and the three of us can save some energy and take the spirit beasts with us." Treasure hunt…”

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Wang Le's cough.

When the monk surnamed Xu and the other three people were attracted by the sound of coughing, and all their eyes fell on Wang Le, they saw Young Master Wang smiling and saying: "From what the three of them said, it sounded like they were destined to win. look like."

After a pause, Wang Le's smile showed a murderous intent, and his tone was frivolous and venomous: "I just want to ask you three, who gave you the confidence? Do you think I am a soft persimmon? "