He Has a Dragon

On the octagonal stand, blood stains were scattered all over the floor, like red paint spilled on snow-white paper, including Luo Yin and Zhuang Yu.

Wang Le moved his foot on Zhuang Yu's body away, looked at the other side subtly, and said lightly, "You lost, it's mine.

The bloodless Zhuang Yu was more severely injured than Luo Yin, his body was paralyzed and his eyes were a little loose in focus.

"I was defeated. How could I be defeated? It's impossible ..."

Unable to accept reality, Zhuang Yu muttered to himself.

In this battle, the physical damage suffered was annihilated by hope and ambition. For Zhuang Yu, it can be ignored.

If he could, he would rather pay the price of serious injuries and dying in exchange for the victory of this battle!

If he could, he wouldn't set foot on this octagonal stand that killed himself for the rest of his life, then this battle would not happen!

But in this world there is no if and no regret medicine, Zhuang Yu can only bear such a heavy price of cruelty!

In life, some mistakes must not be made, because only once, you can't turn over a lifetime.

Time passed slowly, and the crowd under the pressure around the ring was silent, staring silently at the octagonal ring.

At this moment, in the eyes of those Nanhuaguan disciples and the league's trial team members, the white body on the ring, the spotless Wang Le, is like a golden sun, and the future is full of endless possibilities.

Zhuang Yu, who had been hit hard physically and mentally, finally stood up, and pulled out a small wooden box containing dead bones and jade from the sleeve of the black robe with no expression, and handed it to Wang Le.

Wang Le took it, and the moment he tucked it into his sleeve, his heart moved, and the small wooden box was taken into the eye space.

Just waiting for Wang Le to turn away from the ring, Zhuang Yu stared at Wang Le with a revenge on his face, gritted his teeth and said, "Asshole! You ruined me! You must not die!"

After Wang Le's body, his gaze fell on Zhuang Yu in front of him, and his brows frowned slightly: "My own life, I'm responsible."

Then Wang Le pointed to the crowd of spectators around the ring, saying, "They."

Then Wang Le pointed to Zhuang Yu and said, "You."

Wang Le pointed to himself again and said, "I."

At the end, Wang Le looked at Zhuang Yu seriously and said slowly, "Whoever is responsible for his actions!"

Zhuang Yu hated, "Responsible for his actions?"

Wang Le frowned and did not respond.

Zhuang Yu's bloodless face sneered, and said, "You will pay for today's behavior !!!"

Wang Le's face became more and more indifferent, asking instead: "Are you threatening me?"

Before the words landed, Zhuang Yu shouted with a distorted look: "Yes! I am threatening you! The Qing Palace will not let you go !!!"

"Qinggong?" Wang Le habitually touched his nose, and his expressionless face showed a smile-like smile. Looking at Zhuang Yu, he nodded gently, "OK, I'll wait for that day."

After speaking, Wang Le didn't look at Zhuang Yu again, turned around and walked slowly towards the edge of the ring.

At the same time, Wang Le muttered softly in his heart: "It is terrible for people without EQ, and speaking a lot of **** among the public, not only made Xiao Ye's thoughts of cutting grass and roots, but also completely lost the face of the Qing Palace. "

After a while, Wang Le disappeared on the octagonal stand, and Zhuang Yu, who was left alone, stood there.

When Wang Le just appeared under the ring, the three brothers Li Hongru and Wen Shouli hurried to meet them with excitement.

After waiting for the four to speak, Wang Le smiled and said, "Leave here first."

Wen Shouli nodded in a hurry, rushing to lead the way.

The crowds voluntarily gave way, allowing Wang Le and others to pass quickly.

Looking at Wang Le drifting away, the crowded white back, a group of trial members including Luo Yin, his face was extremely complex and solemn.

Because from now on, a new Tianjiao rises strongly and competes in the martial arts world!

Even if he is just a shooting star in the future, he will shine extremely well.

Of course, Wang Le will never let himself be a shooting star, only the glory.

"If he can grow up, then we are undoubtedly the head of our future."

"Well, Uncle Jiyang's grandson's martial talent is really terrible."

"Two consecutive competitions in Taiwan and Taiwan, whether Luo Yin or Zhuang Yu, did not force his instinct! This guy has hidden his strength too deeply."

"If he exerts his best, it is very likely that the warrior in the early stages of the battlefield will be overrun!"

"What do you think this kid's natal weapon is?"

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In the tumultuous conversations that followed, Wang Le disappeared in the sight of a crowd of people surrounded by Li Hongru and others.

In the unattended corner, Jiyinzi said with a hint of curiosity to Xiangyang: "Master, what is your grandson's birth weapon?"

The other big bosses couldn't help but look at Xiang Jiyang with interest, waiting for the other party's answer.

After all, on the octagonal stand, none of them had seen Wang Le used his or her life weapon.

However, Wang Le even had the best magical instruments, which also made these step-ups feel a little surprised. I couldn't help thinking that this kid's natural magical instrument was definitely more powerful.

Jiyang glanced at the crowd, revealing a strange color and replied: "How can he have any destiny."

Everyone: "........."

At this time, Jiyang murmured and said, "My grandson is from the red world, and there is no cultivation environment such as martial arts. He is like a blank piece of paper to the so-called cultivation methods and instruments. He knows nothing. "

"It wasn't until after we met that he realized that the realm of the metaphysical order could have his own destiny."

Speaking of this ~ www.ltnovel.com ~ Jiyang glanced at the crowd again and again, and said with a smile on his lips: "So, he doesn't have a birth weapon."

Elder Jilong couldn't help licking his dry lips, and said incredibly, "So how did he cultivate?"

Jiyang replied: "Because he didn't practice the exercises, he took the most primitive way of martial arts. He tempered his body to an extreme threshold, thereby achieving qualitative change from outside and inside, giving birth to innate power, and achieving innate conditions.

"His!" Everyone took a sigh of air, and their eyes were filled with undisguised shock and horror.

As step powers, they certainly know how difficult it is to choose the most primitive way of martial arts!

It is because the most primitive way of martial arts is too difficult to be abandoned by the martial arts community.

Everyone thought that Wang Le, who had taken the most primitive martial arts road, practiced to the late stage of Xuanjie, and could not help but feel scalp tingling. If this kid isn't evil, what is evil? !!

Even the ascending elders who have been whispering, have nothing to say, and are completely on the spot ... Enable the new website