He Has a Dragon

When Wang Lehe and the other leagues in the league saw Lu Yong reluctant to elaborate, he was very knowledgeable and stopped asking questions.

After all, this is about the secrets passed down to the Qing Dynasty.

Immediately, he saw Tian Dao Yaozhong narrow his eyes and thoughtfully said, "It defeated the old thief of Huayin Pavilion Dorothy so cleanly. It seems that Senior Wan has completely walked out of the shadow of frustration at the peak of Lindo ’s peak. . "

Bao Chong, the ecstatic gun that has always been taciturn, followed with a nod and sighed, "There have been too many generations from ancient times to the peak of martial arts. They have hurt the origin of the body, and have lost their will and will. Victory is a miracle! "

After a pause, Bao Chong took a meaningful look at Lu Yong, and slowly said with a complex complexion: "Maybe it won't be long before the Qing Palace will have a second presence on the peak of martial arts."

In the presence of a lot of celestial monsters, they couldn't help flashing fear and vigilance, and the look towards Lu Yong was extremely envious of envy and hatred.

"Ahem!" Lu Yong cleared his throat and responded with a serious face: "Everyone is the one who has achieved martial arts. It is reasonable to know how difficult it is to reach the peak of martial arts."

"It is already a misfortune for my uncle and ancestor to come out of the loss from the summit of martial arts."

"As for another attempt to reach the summit of martial arts, the probability of success is very small in Lu Yong's eyes."

Having said that, Lu Yong's face was pessimistic, and he sighed long and sighed, "After all, his old man has failed before, which greatly increases his difficulty in reaching the summit of martial arts. If he can succeed, it is not Miracles, but miracles. "

"Huh! Miracle?" Wang Le watched coldly as Lu Yong tried to deny Wan Zhongtian's success in reaching the peak of martial arts in the future, and could not help thinking: "It seems that the strength of this Qing Palace is as strong as it is, and it is afraid of making a big move!"

Thinking of this, Wang Le couldn't help glancing at the complex expressions on the faces of other heavenly-ranked monsters present, and smiled secretly: "It seems that everyone is not happy to see another strong man in the martial arts at the Qing Palace."

Just as Wang Lexin thought about it, Wan Zhongtian, turning into a golden light, rushed out from the depths of the high-altitude clouds.

Before ten seconds had elapsed, two unusually familiar figures, Wu Nantian and Wushen Temple Button Old Man, flew out from deep in the clouds.

At this time, it was seen that Wan Zhongtian, who had recovered his true body, had not yet landed on the ground, and dropped three things directly from high altitude.

Waiting for Wang Le on the ground and a group of league-level monsters to take a closer look, turned out to be three unkempt human heads.

Huh! !! !!

Three crooked human heads dropped one after another on the ground not far in front of the crowd, and immediately they shattered. The red and white objects in the skull splashed everywhere.

Everyone, including Wang Le, knew on their knees that the three human heads thrown down by Wan Zhongtian were the three middle-class martial arts cults who worshipped the fire and taught the fire.

Immediately, Wan Zhongtian stopped in midair and did not fall back to the ground. Then he looked down at the crowd and said lightly: "Now the old thief is defeated, and the three wastes of worship by fire have been destroyed by me. I leave it to you. "

After speaking, I did n’t wait for the people on the ground to respond, and did n’t wait for Wu Nantian and the old man to chase and thank him. Wan Zhongtian, who was suspended in mid-air, left the place in an instant, and flickered a golden light towards the end of the sky again. Kung Fu disappeared into the sight of everyone.

The performance of Qing Zhong Wan Zhongtian couldn't help but let Wang Le mutter in his heart: "This is really a matter of sorrow, and there is a deep hidden merit and name!"

For Wang Le, the appearance of Wan Zhongtian completely changed his view on the Qing Palace.

Prior to this, even if the Qing Palace had a deep foundation and was one of the top forces in martial arts, Wang Le had never considered it.

After all, there were many disciples of the Qing Palace who had died in the hands of Wang Le, and there was no challenge at all.

However, after the achievement of Wan Zhongtian in the late stage of martial arts, Wang Le finally opened his eyes and deeply felt the unique style of the top masters of the Qing Palace. It is absolutely extraordinary!

At the same time, the appearance of Wan Zhongtian also brought pressure on Wang Le.

Because the beam between Wang Le and the Qing Palace was too deep, and it was no exaggeration to say that I was without him.

In accordance with the style of the Blue Palace, Wang Le believes that as long as he is alive, the other party will not give up hunting.

So sooner or later, Wang Le believes that as long as he and Wan Zhongtian are still alive and well, there will be a time to fight face to face.

Of course, the premise is whether Wang Le can achieve martial arts ranks in the future and whether he is qualified to become Wan Zhongtian's opponent.

Wang Le has sufficient confidence in this.

Closer to home, when Wang Le's mind was full of ideas, Wu Nantian and the old man who flew from the depths of the high-altitude clouds finally fell to the ground shortly after Wan Zhongtian disappeared ~ www.ltnovel.com ~ At this time I saw Wu Nantian and the old man's body more or less stained with blood, both of them and their opponents.

When Tian Daoyao saw Wu Nantian's face was bloodless and full of morbid whiteness, he quickly stepped forward and cared: "Brother Nan, are you all right?"

I saw Wu Nantian reluctantly shook his head and replied, "Fortunately, senior Wan Wan released the siege in time, otherwise, this time, the second enemy and the third are really good."

Speaking of which, Wu Nantian apologized and looked at the old man, then said, "Wu was a bit ill-mannered this time. I didn't expect that the Church of Worship actually sent in three mid-level masters of martial arts in order to intervene, so that Brother Niu and me I was so sorry that I was trapped and almost lost my life. "

When I saw the old man who was a bit tarnished, he shook his hands and said, "The old man has spent his life licking blood with his knife. This little accident is not worth mentioning, and my brother Nantian doesn't need to blame himself."

After a pause, the old man was a bit disgusted and glanced at the three broken heads not far away, sneer: "They are lucky, they died in the hands of senior Wan, otherwise, this pen The old man will find them to calculate slowly! "

After speaking, the old man suddenly looked at Wang Le, who was standing in the crowd, with a flash of murder in his eyes, and at the same time asked with a hint of surprise: "Why! Why is your kid here?"

"Eh!" Wang Le touched his nose with a smile, and then stood slightly near the corner of Lu Yong's mouth.

Among the league weirds present today, only Lu Yong knows the oldest man who used the fairy pin to hunt down Wang Le's failure.

"Cough!" Lu Yong coughed softly to attract the attention of two people, and then he shot Wang Le to break the Seven Swords and Gods to save the Alliance ’s Heaven-ranked Boss on the scene, and told the old man about it.