He Has a Dragon

They did not expect that the obscure little fat man in front of him was so powerful as to be unthinkable.

It is clear that everyone's cultivation is the peak of the late Yuan infant period, but the combat power displayed is very different.

This made the old man in purple clothes and the middle-aged monk with a slumped nose confused and desperate.

But the world has never regretted taking the medicine, and now can only admit it.

Soon, in the face of Wang Le's strong crush, the four monks in the late Yuan infant period were without exception, all of them lost their fighting power and were beaten on the ground in a pool of blood.

The Chinese-faced monk who shot first was dying, leaving only the last breath.

At this moment, Wang Le, who was standing in front of the four, glanced down at these defeated men, and said lightly, "It's just the same, I thought it would take some effort. I didn't expect that the four of you were vulnerable. Someone was disappointed. "

As soon as the words fell, I saw the middle-aged monk with small eyes and a stubby nose. He looked up in horror and said to Wang Le: "You must be a monk, but now you have suppressed your own cultivation as a realm, otherwise you will not. Awesome, one person can beat the four of us! "

I saw Wang Le's face shook his head and denied the denial: "Little Master, like you, is a peak monk in the late Yuanying period. He is not a powerful person, so you think more."

The middle-aged monk with a small eye and a stubborn nose retorted in disbelief: "You lie, how can the peak monk in the late Yuanying period be so strong that it is comparable to the warrior's combat power, or even more Strong! "

Seeing Wang Le's disdain, he laughed and said, "Little Master doesn't have to lie to those of you who are going to die."

Before waiting for the middle-aged monk with small eyes to collapse his nose to continue to turn his lips against each other, he saw the old man in purple clothes paralyzed in a pool of blood next to him, and he was shocked and said to Wang Le: "You are not a throne, you are Wang Le!"

Wang Le's eyes flashed different colors, and he smiled silently, apparently acquiesced.

Anyway, these four people will go to Huangquan Road to Hell to report to Lord Yan after a while, so there is nothing to hide.

At this moment, he saw the old man of Jinpao sighed, "It turns out that you are really Wang Le, the old man should have thought of it."

"If I am Shen Qianfeng, since I want to send the strongest combat power in this secret journey, then it is normal and reasonable to find a way to recruit Wang Le, who has recently become famous in Shuntian City. ! "

After a pause, the old man in Jinpao continued with regrets and said, "I just didn't expect that your little thief was so treacherous that he would mix in with another identity, so that the old man lost his vigilance."

"Since I knew you were Shen Qianfeng's subordinate, then the old man should be vigilant, and as a result, it is now a life and death, and regret is late!"

Wang Le replied with a grin: "Since you have come in, you should be prepared for the fall, so don't regret it."

Then Wang Le further stated: "With the strength of the four of you, even if you did not die in the hands of the little master today, in the next half month, ten of them will die in the hands of others, or fall into this secret place. Inside a trap in a corner of space. "

The middle-aged monk who saw the small eyes collapsed his nose retorted in disbelief: "Impossible! Today I met you. Wang Le was our four bad lucks, and entered the palace for other people. We absolutely could not escape the four of us to join forces to besiege. "

"The two strong infants just now are the best examples!"

At this moment, Wang Le seeing this middle-aged monk deeply, and replied unwillingly: "Yes? But in my eyes, most of the people who entered the secret space of Dongfu this time did not appear on the surface. It looks so simple! "

At the same time, Wang Le's mind could not help recalling the strong men who had been observed before entering the secret space of Dongfu.

Vaguely, Wang Le could feel that the breath leaked by many of the strong ones was strange and should not be owned by the monk Yuan Ying.

On the contrary, it is more like the breath of the powerful gods.

After all, along the way, Wang Le fought many warriors, and many of them fell into his hands.

That's why we are so sensitive to the strangeness.

"Who are the four of you? Didn't you realize that you didn't?" Wang Le couldn't help asking.

Facing Wang Le's inquiries, the old man in purple clothes, who had collapsed to the ground, fell into silence, apparently did not want to answer.

Wang Le frowned, and said coldly: "Since you don't want to say it, forget it, not to mention I'm not interested in knowing it."

As soon as the voice fell, without waiting for someone to speak, Wang Le said nothing more, and immediately shot like an electric power, hitting the head of the middle-aged monk with the old man in purple clothes and the nose with small eyes.

"Kacha Kacha ...!"

In the crisp sound of crackling bones, the heads of the two monks in the late Yuanying period were like broken watermelons, and they lost their lives on the spot.

Then Wang Le came to the old man in Jinpao next to him and looked down at him and asked, "Tell me, why are you here?"

After a pause, Wang Le continued to threaten: "If you speak it out, I will make you die like them."

"If you don't say it, I will let you die tortured in pain."

Having said that, Wang Le seriously looked at the old man in Jinpao and said coldly, "I believe you will not doubt the ability and means in this regard."

The old man in Jinpao trembled physically and mentally, his wrinkled face showed the color of sorrow and despair, followed by closing his eyes and saying, "We came here to find the sacred grass of dead wood."

"Withered sacred grass?" Wang Le could not help but asked in confusion: "What is this?"

The old man in Jinpao couldn't help but opened his eyes and looked at Wang Le. He said in amazement, "I don't even know the dead wood, where are you from?"

A pause ~ www.readwn.com ~ The old man in Jinpao continued: "The outside world has been speculating about the origin of your Wang Le, most likely from the mysterious Taoist gates who have not yet been born. The main ingredients of the elixir are unknown. "

"The old man believes that those top disciples with deep foundations will never have this basic knowledge."

Having said that, the old man of Jinpao even forgot his own life and death, and couldn't help asking: "Wang Le, who are you from? Where do you come from ..."

Before the old man in Jinpao asked the curiosity in his heart, he saw that Wang Le directly kicked and broke the opponent's head and lost his life.

"People are old when they're old, don't know if curiosity will make them die faster?"

Wang Le muttered softly.

At the same time, Wang Le involuntarily thought silently: "I was originally looking for the Mahayana monk's remains. I did not expect that there are good things that shock the divine realm, which is really an unexpected delight."

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