He Has a Dragon

"With fists?" Zhuang Ruixiong muttered to himself. [First published on Wuruo Novel Network]

"This guy's body is not made of carbohydrates, but made of gold and iron!" Zhang Xinglong, who was completely in a state of confusion, couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

At this time, Li Mubai looked at Wang Le with a strange expression, and then asked: "Brother Wang, your fist is really hard. You must know that it is a magic weapon, and the materials used are tough things that have been tempered for thousands of times. I think It would be extremely difficult to destroy it with bare hands. If it were possible, I would suspect that Hong Burang’s armor-breaking gauntlet weapon is a defective product.”

"Uh!" Wang Le touched his nose and smiled without saying a word. In fact, looking back now, tonight's battle with Hong Burang showed the physical strength, pure physical power, and the upgrade in the body. Even Wang Le himself was shocked by the power of the metamorphosed innate power, which finally dominated the power of the hegemony.

"I didn't expect that this breakthrough in martial arts cultivation would actually increase the combat power to such an extent. According to Zhuang Ruixiong and others, Hong Burang's martial arts cultivation level is at least above the mid-level Xuan level. That means I am in the martial arts realm. Slightly better than him."

Wang Lexin was thinking about it and murmured secretly in his heart.

Now Wang Le can only use this to roughly judge and classify his martial arts realm, because there is no example of the demon method he practices, which is really a painful but happy trouble.

Just when Wang Le's mind was ups and downs, Li Mubai looked at him and continued to ask: "Brother Wang, are your current martial arts realm at the late Xuan level?"

"Uh!" Wang Le was speechless, because he could only roughly estimate his own martial arts level in terms of combat power. He really didn't know the true and accurate level of martial arts, so he could only speak vaguely. He said yes and got over it.

When Li Mubai saw this, he thought that Wang Le was unwilling to tell it. After all, it was personal privacy, so he understood and stopped asking.

Immediately, Li Mubai changed the subject and sighed: "My brother has hidden it so well. Even my junior uncle and his grandson have been hidden from you. Everyone thought that you were only in the innate realm of martial arts, but unexpectedly you were at the late stage of the Xuan level. ah!"

Wang Le was stunned at first, and then gave Li Mubai angrily and rolled his eyes again: "What are you talking about! If I were already at the late stage of martial arts, I would have been hiding in Tibet a few days ago and would not dare to show up." In a public place in Forty-Nine City?"

"Uh!" Li Mubai was stunned for a moment. He really didn't expect this for a moment. Now that Wang Le asked him this question, he knew that the other party did not have the late stage of martial arts at the Xuan level before.

Otherwise, he would not live in seclusion in the courtyard house on the outskirts of Beijing provided by Li Mubai.

As he thought about it, Li Mubai gasped. At this time, Zhuang Ruixiong and Zhang Xinglong sitting next to him also did the same, because they imagined an extremely terrifying thing!

That is why Wang Le actually crossed from the innate martial arts realm, the yellow realm, and the two smaller realms of the early and middle Xuan realms, to the late Xuan realm of martial arts in such a short period of time!

"Damn it, how could such a thing happen?!" Li Mubai looked at Wang Le dumbfounded. He didn't know what to say, but there was a turmoil in his heart.

As for Zhuang Ruixiong and Zhang Xinglong, they were not sure at this time, because the distance between each realm of martial arts was a natural chasm, but Wang Le could cross it so easily, just like crossing the small gap between farmland in the countryside. It's as easy as a ditch. How can this make them who are struggling to walk on the road of martial arts feel embarrassed? Is there any fucking reason for this?

Xiao Yuanfang, who has always been taciturn, smiled and said nothing most of the time before and after Wang Le came back. At this time, seeing Zhuang Ruixiong and the others looking like they had seen a ghost, he couldn't help but think to himself: "Hey, I, Xiao Yuanfang, have never been so discerning. You can’t miss it, not to mention that the adopted son you recognize is of course a dragon or a phoenix among men, how can he be compared to ordinary people like you!"

Thinking of this, Xiao Yuanfang saw that Wang Le was not in good spirits. He knew that even if he won the battle tonight, it would not be easy, so he smiled and said: "It's already late at night, and everyone must be very tired, so it's still early. It’s good to have some rest, let’s talk about anything later!”

As soon as she finished speaking, Ning Bizhi left the sofa with tacit understanding, stood up with her belly straightened out, and echoed: "That's right, we can wait until tomorrow to talk about anything. I've been worried and scared all night, and I'm really tired now. Now, let’s take a rest quickly.”

Zhuang Ruixiong, Li Mubai, and Zhang Xinglong knew as soon as they heard that the other party had issued an eviction order, so they got up one after another.

"Well, I have to go back to the red wall to report tonight's situation to the superiors, so I won't disturb you anymore and I'll take my leave first."

After Zhuang Ruixiong finished speaking, he said hello to Wang Le, then left the living room with Li Mubai, and led the five experts who came for help from the courtyard to leave the small courtyard.

As for Zhang Xinglong, who was responsible for the security of Xiao Yuanfang's home, he did not leave with Zhuang Ruixiong and Li Mubai and continued to patrol around the courtyard.

As the saying goes, don't be afraid of ten thousand, just be afraid of the worst. Zhang Xinglong still didn't dare to relax at all.

In this way, after Zhuang Ruixiong and others left, Ning Bizhi also returned to the bedroom. Xiao Yuanfang looked at Wang Le, who was still sitting on the sofa, and asked with a serious face: "Hong Buyang escaped again this time, what's next?" What are you going to do when you come down?"

This saw Wang Le's face changing as he fell into deep thought and did not answer Xiao Yuanfang's question for the time being.

When Xiao Yuanfang saw this, he also understood that Hong Burang's problem was indeed very difficult.

Because Hong Burang is not dead, people who are close to Wang Le will live uneasy lives in the future, and may be killed by the Hong family at any time.

After a long while, Wang Le broke the silence with a long sigh, and then said quietly: "I don't know. I can only play by ear in the next few days."

After a pause, Wang Le's eyes flashed with a ruthless look, and he continued: "If you don't enter the tiger's den, you won't catch the tiger's cub. When the time comes, I have no choice but to go to the Hong family in the United States. No matter how dangerous it is, I must kill Hong Bu." Let this man!”

There was a hint of worry in Xiao Yuanfang's eyes, but he didn't say anything to refute. He just nodded slightly and agreed: "Yes, you need to be bold when things happen. The situation is like this now. If we don't deal with such a head of the Hong family, We will all have trouble sleeping and eating from now on!”

Immediately, Xiao Yuanfang looked at Wang Le seriously and said in a deep voice: "Next, I will mobilize the power of relevant departments in the United States to find out as much details about the Hong family as possible, so that you can take action to get rid of Hong Burang next!"

Wang Le felt warm in his heart, and he didn't say any words of gratitude, because there was no need for this between the two of them.

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