He Has a Dragon

Wang Le's eyes were so sharp. Following the old farmer's words, he narrowed his eyes and looked at the grave where a big hole had been dug. As soon as he glanced at it, he saw the exposed coffin board... dark and shiny, It was as if they had just been buried.

"Hiss!" Even though this was the coffin of his biological mother, Wang Le couldn't help but gasp when he saw such a strange situation, and goosebumps instantly appeared all over his body!

Although these old farmers slowed down, the shovels and hoes continued to swing, slowly removing all the soil covering the coffin.

At this time, Wang Le did not stop him, but his muscles tightened unconsciously, and his eyes were fixed on the coffin lid that had been exposed in the pit.

As his heart moved, a golden light flashed in Wang Le's eyes, and he opened his Dharma Eyes for Deception. Just as he was about to look through the coffin lid and look into the coffin containing his mother's remains, a sudden burst of old laughter came from far to near. Come this way.

When Wang Le was secretly complaining, he didn't bother to look through the coffin, and turned around to look in the direction of the visitor.

He saw the white-haired old man who had intercepted him when he was going down the mountain last time, walking towards this side with an ordinary woodcutter in his hand.

"Boy, I had a hard time waiting for you, but I finally got to wait today, hahaha..."

The white-haired old man walked up to Wang Le and said with a happy smile.

At this time, the fat man consciously and silently left Wang Le and retreated to Lu Yousan, because he could remember the words Wang Le reminded him while eating breakfast.

"I'm really afraid of what will happen!"

The hands behind his back were placed on both sides of his waist. Wang Le's narrowed eyes opened instantly and he stared at the white-haired old man wearing yellow rubber shoes. At the same time, he thought helplessly in his heart.

What's even more tragic is that today's normal tomb relocation turned out to be a strange situation that sent chills down Wang Le's spine. It was like bad things came in pairs. Apart from crying, there was nothing else to say.

"It's a bad start!"

When Wang Le thought about his main purpose of leaving the capital and heading south, he couldn't help but have a wry smile on his lips, and sighed secretly in his heart.

When he received Fatty's call, he already secretly felt that something was wrong, and the truth was always so cruel.

There was something strange and ominous about my mother's coffin, and the white-haired old man came to the door again...

There is no worst,

Only the worse has come to pass.

Wang Le felt even more depressed when he thought that the disciples in Sijiucheng said that he was God's biological son.

"If anyone says such teasing words again in the future, I will slap him to death with a loud mouth!" Wang Le thought with fierce eyes and angrily in his heart.

Just when Wang Le's thoughts were turbulent deep in his heart, he saw the white-haired old man wearing yellow rubber shoes, military green pants and a white vest, with a rough face, laughing and saying: "Boy, I have such a sad heart." I’ve always prepared heart pills for you!”

Wang Le's eyes shrank, and the bitter smile on the corner of his mouth disappeared in an instant. The violent energy in his body poured out in an instant, and his aura surged. He was on par with the white-haired old man standing in front of him, whose aura was getting stronger and stronger. He was no less powerful. !

"As I said last time, it's none of my business if your treasure is stolen!" Wang Le's eyes flickered fiercely, and he said slowly to the white-haired old man in a deep voice.

The white-haired old man was not affected by Wang Le's momentum at all, he waved his hands indifferently, then shook his head and said: "I mentioned last time that you and the thief who stole my treasure worshiped the same person before and after. "

The white-headed old man pointed at the dug grave with the woodcutter in his hand, and continued with a smile: "If there is even the slightest relationship between the three of you, I'll chop off this little old man's head." I won’t believe it!”

At this time, the old farmers, the fat man, and Lu Yousan who were standing next to them all looked frightened when they saw the two people in front of them were at war with each other and the smell of gunpowder was strong. In addition, their aura was breathtaking. , for fear of harming the fish in the pond and harming himself.

Now Wang Le is riding a tiger, unable to get off, because his mother's tomb has only been opened halfway, and there is still an ominous black shadow hanging over it. No matter what, he can't escape like last time.

Because in this case, no one else needs to tell him, Wang Le will despise himself as a coward!

People, there is always something they insist on, and you can risk your life for it!

At this moment, Wang Le is facing exactly this situation.

"Old bastard, if that's the case, why are you talking nonsense? Let's see the real deal!"

Wang Le bowed his legs and knees slightly, making an attack posture. At the same time, he did not forget to look at the white-haired old man with a sneer and hummed.

I saw the white-haired old man wiping the woodcutter in his hand, staring at Wang Le with bright eyes, and said with a smile: "Boy, today I will let you see what a martial arts master is!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Wang Le laughed and responded in a mocking tone: "Old man, I have heard these words of yours so many times that my ears are rotten, but in the end, I have said this All those who spoke were defeated!"

Before the white-haired old man could speak again, Wang Le kicked off the soft loess with his feet, jumped up, and shouted loudly: "Kill!"

In an instant, the white-haired old man saw Wang Le leaping into the air and volleying towards Wang Le, enveloped in a golden color. The kicking feet were like a pair of golden pillars, slamming into his Tianling Cap!

The old man's white hair was ruffled by the wind from the flying feet, but he didn't show any panic at all. While keeping his feet still in place, the black woodcutter in his hand instantly swung up, drawing an arc. The thread slashed towards Wang Le's legs.

"Bangbengbangbang"

Wang Le kicked out the black blade of the old man's woodcutter with his feet one after another. It made a loud impact sound like striking iron, which surprised the fat man and the old man who were watching from a distance.

Especially the old man. Although he knew that Wang Le used ancient defensive techniques, he did not expect that the opponent's defensive techniques were so strong that he could not break through them and injured Wang Le's feet.

This made the old man immediately put away his contempt, and then pulled out a ball of white knives from the woodcutter in his hand to force Wang Le away. At the same time, he also stepped back to widen the distance between the two.

Wang Le turned over like a kite in the air, and the moment he landed on the ground, the innate power in his Dantian rushed out crazily, pouring into his limbs along the meridians while keeping his feet down, catching up with the white-haired old man, turning one hand into a palm, and holding it tightly with the other. With a fist, he struck at the old man's throat and chest without hesitation.

The white-haired old man laughed, and suddenly stretched out his free hand, first slapped away the first killing palm, and then faced Wang Le's heavy punch with force!