He Has a Dragon

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Zhuang Ruixiong was speechless on the spot by Jiang Chao's insights and could not continue to refute. Copy the URL and visit http://www.vodtw.com

Although he thought that with Wang Le's steady and cautious character, such a situation would not happen, but the opponent was indeed born in a wild world. Without the guidance of a famous teacher, he would inevitably go astray, resulting in an unstable foundation of martial arts.

After being silent for a while, Zhuang Ruixiong looked at Jiang Chao, put on a serious expression, and said: "Senior Brother Jiang, I can't explain the reason, but I always feel that Wang Le is not that simple. When he enters the martial arts world in the future, As long as there is enough time for him to grow, I believe this kid can turn his hands into clouds and rain just like he did in the Four-Nine Cities, continuing his invincible myth!"

After finishing speaking, Zhuang Ruixiong put down the empty cup of tea in his hand, stood up, bowed to Jiang Chao, then turned and walked out of the house...

.......

After a night's rest, Wang Le replenished the innate strength consumed by the fight with Luo Junyan and Junior Brother Li at the Triumph Club last night, and at the same time further stabilized his internal injuries.

Under the shade of the trees in the courtyard, Wang Le, who had had breakfast, was lying on a rattan chair, closing his eyes and falling asleep.

Xiao Yuanfang left home early in the morning to go to work, and Ning Bizhi in the house did not come out to disturb him.

As for my sister-in-law Lulu, she is still in the summer camp and will not be able to come back for some time. Only the little one, who is covered in snow-white Wangcai, is lying comfortably on Wang Le's chest, snoring leisurely, with saliva already soaking in her mouth. The white undershirt worn by Young Master Shi Wang.

Wang Le turned a blind eye to this and still let Wangcai lie on his chest, enjoying such a peaceful and beautiful time.

But good times don't last long, and good times are always short-lived because Li Mubai is here.

"Hey, I'm living a good life this little life!" As soon as Li Mubai stepped into the courtyard door, he saw Wang Le lying on a chair under the shade of a tree from a distance, and then he joked with a smile.

Young Master Wang, who was lying on the long wicker chair, still had his eyes closed and said lazily: "Go to the Three Treasures Hall if you have nothing to do. Don't make any detours. Get straight to the point. I don't have the time to waste my brain right now."

"Uh!" Li Mubai touched his nose and walked to Wang Le with a look of helplessness. He looked down at Wang Le and said, "You made too much trouble last night. Someone wants to cause trouble for you."

Wang Le's eyes suddenly opened, murderous intent flashed through him, and all the laziness in his body was swept away. Jian Mei frowned slightly and asked, "Who?"

Immediately,

Wang Le did not continue lying on the chair and stood up. Waiting for Li Mubai's answer.

Then he saw Li Mubai and said, "Fat hunchback, he is one of the two leaders stationed in the Red Wall as a guard."

The pupils in Wang Le's eyes narrowed tightly, and he immediately became wary. Then he looked at Li Mubai and asked, "How is your martial arts cultivation?"

Li Mubai replied without hesitation: "It has been many years since I reached the middle stage of the profound martial arts stage, and now I am only a hair away from reaching the late stage of the profound stage of martial arts."

Before Wang Le could continue to ask, Li Mubai further introduced: "Luo Junyan and Li Qiang are Fat Hunchback's fellow juniors. You injured these two people at the Triumph Club last night, plus Huang Daqian from before. And Fat Hunchback is here. People have always been narrow-minded and extremely protective of shortcomings, so he is bound to come to you to regain his position and protect the face of his sect."

Although Wang Le's expression remained calm at this time, he knew from Li Mubai that the person who was causing trouble for him would be a mid-level martial arts master, and he was already complaining in his heart.

Because his current injury is not completely healed, it will still take some time to recover.

"I'll go ahead and finally get rid of Hong Burang's trouble for the time being. I was worried about how to completely wipe out the Hong family, but unexpectedly, a guy whose martial arts skills were as good as Hong Burang's came out. It’s really bad luck for eight lifetimes!”

Wang Le was thinking about it for a while, and his expressionless face completely turned down, and a dark cloud loomed over him!

At this moment, Wang Le hated Hong Burang even more. Ever since I met this old guy and let him escape, there was something wrong with my own luck.

Although luck is an illusory and mysterious thing, since Wu Xingwen and others gave him fortune-telling, Wang Le is no longer as stubborn about such things as before.

"Next time, I will fight hard to be seriously injured for ten years. I must kill Hong Burang, and I will never let this old bastard escape again!"

Wang Le showed an angry look, and the anger in his body rushed out uncontrollably. He clenched his fists with a crunching sound, snorted coldly, and swore secretly in his heart.

Li Mubai, who was standing next to him, felt excited in his heart, and couldn't help but feel a sense of awe. He unconsciously took two steps back to distance himself from Wang Le.

At this moment, in Li Mubai's eyes, Wang Le, who was full of murderous intent and ferocity, was like a demon with blood on his hands and haunted by thousands of wronged souls. No one dared to get close to him for fear of having his life taken away!

After a while, Wang Le finally calmed down his irritable mood, took a deep breath, and his face returned to a calm look. Then he cast an apologetic look at Li Mubai, who was already standing far away, and said, "I'm sorry, you are too. I know that after the battle with Hong Burang, my internal injuries are not completely healed, so I can’t control my emotions, so please forgive me.”

Seeing that Wang Le had returned to normal, Li Mubai couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief, then returned to him and replied quite understandingly: "It doesn't matter. Once a warrior is injured, his mind can easily be invaded by external demons, and his emotions can fluctuate greatly. It’s inevitable.”

Of course, Wang Le knew that the so-called external demons were external interference or things that happened, which could easily cause changes in his emotions.

Of course, if he is not injured, his mind is intact, and he is in peak condition, with Wang Le's mind, he will not be affected by external events at all. Even if he faces an opponent more powerful than himself, he will treat it calmly and rationally.

"As I expected, you are not as united as you thought!" Wang Le said lightly.

Li Mubai stiffened, and then responded noncommittally: "As the old saying goes, where there are people, there are rivers and lakes, and this is especially true in the martial arts world. And the group of people we came to the capital to take on the duty of guarding this time, because of the distance between the sects, , so disunity is natural and there is no need to make a fuss. When you enter Nanhua Temple one day, you will clearly understand every detail of it."

Wang Le was silent for about ten seconds, then suddenly turned to Li Mubai and asked, "Do many people die every day in the martial arts world?"

Li Mubai: "..."

Wang Le chuckled and lay back on the long wicker chair...

(To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for recommendations and monthly votes. Your support is my biggest motivation.)