He Has a Dragon

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Wang Le, who was lying on the couch in the yard, thought about it for a long time. Although he was very curious about the demonic skills he practiced, in the end he had no choice but to stop thinking about it.

Because so far, he only knew from Soul Eater that he was practicing demonic arts, which also explained why his martial arts practice was different from the orthodoxy of the martial arts world outside the secular world.

"There is magic, but I don't know if there are still monsters in the world these days. If there are, I don't know where to find them?"

"But even if there is, if I really come into contact with the other party, I might be eaten to the point where no bones are left!"

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Wang Le muttered, looking very distressed, because after thinking about it, he had no clue and no way to start. He was really in trouble and fell into a dead end.

After a long time, Wang Le saw that it was useless to think too much, so he could only collect his thoughts, opened his eyes and sat up from the recliner.

At this time, the sun was setting in the west, and the afterglow of the setting sun was shining on the leaves and roofs. The summer wind blew slowly across Wang Le's face, making it look particularly peaceful and peaceful.

Lying at the foot of the reclining chair, he was snoring, falling into a sweet dreamland, not stopping to drool over the prosperity. When he heard the sound of Wang Le getting up, his round eyes jumped up and started to circle around Wang Le. , occasionally let out a low roar, looking very happy.

At this time, Zhang Xinglong walked into the courtyard from the outside, looked at Wang Le and said with a smile: "There is quite a lot of noise when you come back. There are a lot more strangers outside now. It seems they are all trying to spy on you, brother." Every move!"

Wang Le shrugged his shoulders and said with an indifferent expression: "Just monitor me. Anyway, I don't plan to go out these days, so no matter how closely they monitor me, it will be in vain."

After a pause, Wang Le changed the topic and continued apologetically to Zhang Xinglong: "It's just a big thank you, Brother Zhang. After all, when there are more people, there will be a mixed crowd, and the burden on the guards will increase a lot."

Zhang Xinglong, who was wearing a black tunic suit and carrying his hands behind his back, walked two meters in front of Wang Le before stopping when he saw what Wang Le said. He couldn't help but smile and replied: "This is Mr. Zhang's responsibility, not to mention hard work. Besides, I don't look down on those people."

Having said this, Zhang Xinglong asked tentatively: "I heard that you have made big moves in the past few days, so so many people are paying close attention to my actions. I wonder if Zhang can help?"

Wang Le shook his head and refused without even thinking: "No, those little guys don't need Brother Zhang's help. I can handle them too."

Immediately,

Wang Le added: "Guarantee the home, this is my biggest request to Brother Zhang."

Finally, a trace of worry flashed in Wang Le's eyes, and he said noncommittally: "Brother Zhang, don't be careless. I think you should also find out that the person I want is the Hong family of the United States. Their background is not something we can guess. "

"Uh!" Zhang Xinglong froze. Then he didn't refute, nodded slightly, and said with a hum: "They are all exiles in the martial arts world, brother, you must be careful."

Wang Le was startled. He didn't expect that Zhang Xinglong, like Li Mubai, also knew the roots of the Hong family in the United States.

Before Wang Le could ask further questions, Zhang Xinglong showed a look of fear on his face. Said: "To be more precise, the surname Hong is also known to the outside world. Anyone who knows the inside story knows that they are a group of people who were exiled from the martial arts world hundreds of years ago. They are now the Hong family. They are all the descendants of those people.”

Having said this, Zhang Xinglong looked at Wang Le seriously and continued: "Brother, if you want to break into the Hong family's lair in the United States single-handedly, then you have to hit the stone with an egg. You must not do it, because no one knows that this family is still hiding What an old monster.”

Wang Le's expression suddenly froze. He did not expect that Zhang Xinglong would reveal such an important matter. The decision to go to the United States began to waver in my heart.

When Zhang Xinglong saw Wang Le's face, he knew that he had guessed correctly. He couldn't help but smile bitterly and said, "It seems that you are really prepared to go to the Hong family in the United States. It is true that the ignorant are fearless. You must know that the martial arts world was Many of the exiled people are talented people in the martial arts world, not to mention that the three leaders of this group are giants at the pinnacle of martial arts and have truly achieved the realm of heaven!"

Wang Le: "......"

At this time, the warm summer breeze turned into a cold wind, blowing through Wang Le's body and into his heart. It was like entering an ice cave and completely forgetting to breathe.

After the courtyard fell into silence for a while, Wang Le took a deep breath of cold air and couldn't help but cursed: "Fuck you!"

"Uh!" Zhang Xinglong looked at Wang Le with a strange expression, and smiled softly: "Although the earliest batch of people may transform into a pile of withered bones over time, the martial arts inheritance left behind should not be underestimated. Peep!"

"Maybe?" Wang Le's eyes narrowed, and he caught the word very sensitively, and his heart suddenly felt cold to the end.

Ever since the old guy saw the Soul Eater in the underground tomb of Genghis Khan not long ago, Wang Le has already been shaken by the term "life span of a hundred years", because there are always some cases in this world that can live for several hundred years.

At this time, Zhang Xinglong obviously guessed what Wang Le was thinking. He couldn't help but show envy, shook his head and sighed: "Martial arts heavenly level! Such people are the true pride of heaven. They are like monuments. Stand at the pinnacle of martial arts and become a model and role model for martial arts practitioners of our generation!”

After a pause, Zhang Xinglong continued: "How can such a supreme figure die so easily? As his martial arts cultivation increases, his lifespan will naturally increase. As for these, brother, you will be taken over by Uncle Jiyangzi in the future. After being introduced to Nanhua Temple, I naturally have plenty of time to learn more about it, so that I can fully understand the ultimate goal of pursuing the pinnacle of martial arts. What is it for?!"

"Uh!" Wang Le touched his nose and looked thoughtful. The amount of information brought out by Zhang Xinglong's words was too rich, so he had to think about it carefully.

As for the decision of whether to go to the United States, after Zhang Xinglong's words, Wang Le overturned it without hesitation.

Before, it was ignorance that led to such ignorance. Now that I know it, I can only think about it in the long term. At some point, I will have to wait until I enter Nanhua Temple and use its power to solve the Hong family's trouble.

"It seems that I can only watch helplessly as Hong Burang comes to kill me." Wang Le thought helplessly in his mind as he thought about it. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for recommendations and monthly votes. Your support is my biggest motivation.)