He Has a Dragon

"Boom"

With a crisp sound, the fists collided in the air between the two people, and the air waves rolled up, inciting the surroundings with the two as the center. The branches, leaves and hay on the ground were swept away, and the branches and leaves on the nearby low trees made a rustling sound. Without stopping, the fat man and the old farmers in the distance were horrified and retreated down the mountain, gradually away from the place of fighting.

Wang Le did not retreat, and let out a long roar that shook the forest. He waved the palm that had just been deflected extremely domineeringly, turned into an iron fist in an instant, reorganized his offensive, and hit the white-haired old man's chest!

A look of surprise flashed in the eyes of the white-haired old man. He didn't expect Wang Le's combat power to be so strong. Although the confrontation only lasted for a few moves, he had already estimated that the opponent was already at the Xuan level of martial arts at such a young age. .

But so what? The old man snorted coldly, threw away the woodcutter, and clenched his free right hand into a fist. In an instant, the whole arm seemed to be burning, glowing crimson, as if to melt the air around the arm. Another punch to Wang Le.

"Boom"

The golden fist roared like a tiger king, with a hunting majesty and the fiery red, bony fist collided among the lightning and flint.

For a moment, there was flying sand and rocks.

The blood from the collision was like sparks from the impact of iron tools, splashing out in all directions, extremely gorgeous.

"Hiss!" Wang Le took a breath of cold air. The two men's bodies were finally shaken by the reaction force of the fists. They quickly stepped back and then stood still, breathing a little heavy involuntarily.

Wang Le did not look down at his fist, which had exploded from the jaws of the tiger's mouth, twisted and deformed, and was bleeding. After being released, it was stretched to the side of his waist without any strength. This hand obviously could no longer be used in battle.

"After all, we were even worse!" Wang Le said softly to himself without any trace of depression on his face.

Because he knew that the white-haired old man did not use all his strength and was only defensive from beginning to end.

Of course, there is also the fact that the other party did not take out their natal magical weapons to fight with them like Hong Burang and Fat Tuozi did. There is obviously a huge difference in strength.

At this time, the eyelids of the white-haired old man standing opposite him twitched slightly, and the right hand that collided with Wang Le trembled slightly and returned to normal.

Although on the surface the white-haired old man seemed calm and relaxed because he had the upper hand, there was already a big storm in his heart.

"This kid is a monster!" The white-haired old man thought of this first.

"What a weird innate power. It is so destructive and can damage people's meridians. If it weren't for my martial arts level being higher than his own, I could suppress and eliminate these foreign innate powers that invade the body's meridians in time. I would I really failed today."

"This boy has such a strong physical body. Could it be that the innate power is generated directly from the Dantian by ancient cultivation techniques, but that the innate power is generated by taking a wild approach and reaching the peak of acquired martial arts?"

"If you take the wild path, how can you practice martial arts so fast? You have already reached the late stage of martial arts in your twenties. It's really..."

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Although the white-haired old man thought a lot, it only took a blink of an eye.

As his mind wandered, the white-haired old man looked at Wang Le with interest, his eyes showing admiration, envy, jealousy, etc., and finally his eyes were filled with a complex color that could not go away.

"Boy, you are very good..." The white-haired old man said mid-sentence, shook his head, and said: "Not only very good, it is simply a miracle, nothing like this happens once in a thousand years!"

At this point, the white-haired old man changed the topic and chuckled: "But so what, no matter how good you are and have extraordinary talents in martial arts, it is useless, because if you die in the middle, you will not be able to do anything." The future!"

Looking at Wang Le, who was standing opposite with an indifferent face, the white-haired old man couldn't help but asked curiously: "Can you tell me why you, a little guy who was born in a wild way and took up martial arts, practiced so fast?"

Before Wang Le came back, the white-haired old man waved his hands, as if looking at a peerless treasure, his eyes full of passion and possessiveness, and said: "No need to say more, when I catch you, everything will be known."

As soon as he finished speaking, Wang Le's expression remained unchanged and he said calmly: "You didn't catch me last time, so don't even think about it this time. Even if you are captured, it's just a corpse."

The white-haired old man did not reply immediately, but glanced at the dug grave next to him, and asked with a half-smile: "This is an old grave. The last time I saw the inscription, it was more than twenty years ago, but The deceased was still very young when she died. Who is she to you? Mother?"

Wang Le's eyes shrank, his indifferent expression finally changed, and he asked in a deep voice: "So what?"

The white-haired old man smiled and said, "Then let me play a game. As long as you dare to escape, I will smash the coffin."

Wang Le chuckled, making a nonchalant look, staring at the white-haired old man as if he were looking at an idiot, and responded sarcastically: "Threatening with the remains of a body that has been dead for who knows how many years." The young master is really weird, his tricks are the most ridiculous thing in the world, it’s extremely ridiculous!”

The white-haired old man took a deep look at Wang Le and said: "Boy, although there are many disadvantages to being older, there is also an advantage, that is, you have more knowledge and are not easily deceived by external appearances, so don't even think about acting in front of me, trying to Muddle through."

After a pause, the white-haired old man narrowed his eyes slightly and said: "Actually, no matter how much you say, it is useless. Use actions to test whether what you say is true or false, then it will be clear."

Wang Le's face darkened, his eyes were filled with murderous intent, and he said in a cold voice: "What do you want?"

The white-haired old man smiled silently, did not answer, and walked towards Wang Xiaodie's grave not far away.

When Wang Le saw this, he rushed over and blocked the tomb, preventing the white-haired old man from passing by. His face was completely downcast, and he slowly said word by word: "Old thief, I have no grievances with you." Qiu, as a human being, you can't go too far. I think you have accumulated too much evil, do you want to destroy it today?"

The white-haired old man showed a mocking look and said, "Why don't you run away? If you want to leave, I will destroy this tomb first, and then I will chase you to the ends of the earth!"

Speaking of this, the old man thought of the kid across from him who escaped from his palm last time, and he felt even more depressed and unhappy. He continued with a sneer: "There is no injustice. If I catch you, you can find the treasure that I stole." That thief!"

What else could Wang Le say at this time, but to admit defeat, because he simply couldn't fool him in front of this old guy with empty eyelashes!

"Grandpa! You always fail to do good things to your grandson, but you do a lot of bad things!" Young Master Wang said silently in his heart.