He Has a Dragon

Time is like a white horse crossing the gap, and in a blink of an eye, Wang Le and Hai Wuya master and apprentice rushed to Nanhuaguan day and night for the fourth day.

If it wasn't for Xiaoyue's repair of a tow tank with only Huangjie, Wang Le believes he has returned to Nanhua Guan.

In addition to the Xiaoyue factor, there is Wang Le's own injury, which also slows down the speed.

But there are both bad and good, that is, Wang Le has recovered very well after four days of healing.

I mainly benefit from the uniqueness, the magical power of the body, otherwise, it would be very difficult for such a serious injury to recover so quickly.

In the evening of the fourth day, when the sun goes down, Wang Le and the boundless master and apprentice flying back to the ground fall to the ground.

Right in front of me, there is a place where thousands of lights are rising, like a market town like daylight.

俯瞰 From a high altitude, the scope of this market town is the only thing Wang Le has seen since entering the martial arts world.

If another wall is built around the market town, it is obviously a small city.

As the sun set in the west, business travellers from north to south and groups of warriors in groups of three or five opened up along the plain. The roads, like spider webs, gathered in a continuous stream toward the market towns.

"What is this place?"

"What is the name of such a large market town?"

Xiao Xiaoyue and Wang Le looked at the bright lights not far away, reflecting the market town of Half the Sky, asking in unison.

The inquiries of the two people, of course, can't help but have already walked a long way, reading thousands of books and seeing a wide range of knowledgeable horizons.

"This is Guangcheng Town," Hai Wuya replied.

He followed Hai Wuya and further told them: "This Guangcheng Town should be the most prosperous town in the surrounding thousands of miles."

"The place where this town of Guangcheng is located was a giant city no less than Bai Yujing thousands of years ago, but it was destroyed in a peak war of eternal history."

"Peak battle?" Wang Le and Xiao Yue both had their eyes brightened, showing their interest, and let Hai Wuya continue to talk.

When I saw the boundless sea and did not go round, while walking with two people to Guangcheng Town, he said, "The peak battle of the thousand years ago was Mo Xiangyang, the lord of Wanxiang, and the elder emperor of the Qing Palace. The battle between life and death is getting closer. "

"Wang Xiangzong?" Wang Le's eyes flashed a strange color deep in his eyes. He did not expect that after such a long time, he would hear about Wan Xiangzong again, and it was still the pinnacle of the history book.

"This Wanxiangzong is really not simple, then the forces behind the annihilation of this tradition must be more powerful." Wang Leru thought.

At the same time, Wang Le is also more vigilant about this, keeping in mind that Grandpa Jiyang's original warning was that in this martial arts world, you should never reveal your true dragon tattoo, let alone let people know their relationship with Wan Xiangzong.

From the perspective of Yun Long Jiu, Xiao Zhixuan is a renunciation of Wan Xiangzong, and he is a disciple of this old guy. Wang Le can be said to come from the vein of Wan Xiangzong.

When Wang Lexin thought about it, Xiao Yue only asked Hai Wuyao: "Master, do Di Hao and Emperor gradually leave the same vein?"

Erhai Wuya nodded and said: "Yes, Di Lili is the ancestor of Di Hao."

After a pause, Hai Wuji continued to say, "The peak battle of a thousand years ago, the emperor gradually left the scene and died in horror. Although Mo Xiangyang won, it was only a terrible victory. It didn't take long for him to disappear."

"It can be said that in this divine war, the inheritance of both avenues has failed, and neither side is the real winner. The Qing Palace was almost gone because of the elder emperor gradually falling away.

"Wan Xiangzong even changed the environment of the heavens and the earth after the extinction of the demons, and was passed down by the Taoist tradition, and it no longer exists."

Wu Xiaoyue could not help but said with sympathy, "This Wanxiangzong is really a pity. The disciples have seen records from ancient books. Their traditions of martial arts are unique in martial arts, but now there is no legacy of incense."

Erhai Wuya smiled with a smile: "The heritage of the top masters of martial arts like Wan Xiangzong has profound heritage. How can it be so easily extinct, there must be a back card, but it is unknown."

I did n’t wait for Xiaoyue to ask, and I saw Hai Wuji's face revealing a mysterious whisper, "If nothing unexpected, the incense of Wan Xiangzong's inheritance should now be red in the world."

"Because Wan Xiangzong's abandonment Yunlong Jiu appeared in Xiao Zhixuan, he fled into the secular world after fleeing the world of martial arts."

Xiao Xiaoyue said with a look of surprise and surprise: "Xiao Zhixuan is now a legendary character more than 200 years ago, but he is still alive? How is this possible?"

Erhai Wuya smiled and said, "The reason why the old guy is the enemy of the world is because he has the undead inheritance of Wanxiangzong."

"Everyone wants to die, everyone wants to live forever, everyone wants to get the undead inheritance of Wan Xiangzong, and Xiao Zhixuan who got this inheritance has become the target of public criticism."

I said here ~ www.ltnovel.com ~ Hai Wuya could not help but shake his head and sighed: "If anyone in the martial arts field kills the most, it is undoubtedly Xiao Zhixuan."

Then Hai Wuya looked at Wang Le, who was silent, and continued: "Nanhua's blood sword and cold water are undoubtedly the first generation of martial arts to kill stars, but they can only kill dozens of years before they kill him. Now Xiao Zhixuan has killed at least two hundred years, killed generation after generation, killed all the enemies in the world, and killed nowhere in the martial arts world. "

额 "Eh!" Wang Le muttered in his weird face: "This old guy is so cool, but he has made the dad not dare to withdraw half a dime with you now."

Erhai Wuya noticed that Wang Le's face was different, and asked casually: "Wang Xiaoyou is from the earthly red dust, is it possible to know the Xiaolong Xuan of Yunlong Nine?"

As soon as the words of the cymbal fell, Wang Le denied without hesitation: "This legendary undead giant has no chance to realize it."

After a pause, Wang Le continued with a smile and said, "If you really know this kind of killer, it will be a long time since you didn't have a chance, and you will never have the opportunity to come to this prosperous world of martial arts."

Erhai Wuya glanced at Wang Le meaningfully, but he didn't ask much about it because he knew that even if Wang Le and Xiao Zhixuan had something to do, they would deny it.

After all, the name Xiao Zhixuan can be equated with the word trouble.

Immediately after seeing the boundless sea, Wang Le smiled at Wang Le: "I haven't had a good rest these days because I'm in a hurry. Let's hurry into the town to find an inn and fix it all night."

Of course Wang Le had no objection, and he agreed with his voice: "Okay, just rest in Guangcheng town for one night, and rush back to Nanhua Guan in one day in the next two days."