"Oh, Brother Zhao can't sleep at night, could it be that something difficult is happening?" Wang Le left the bed, walked barefoot on the floor to the window and opened the curtain, and asked knowingly in a relaxed tone.

Mike Zhao on the phone was full of helplessness, and even asked with a hint of schadenfreude: "Brother Wang, do you think you can escape Nan Huaiyuan's clutches by hiding?"

"Eh!" Wang Le looked at the rising red sun outside, his eyes narrowed, and his heart was vigilant, because he heard that Zhao Mike had something to say, and immediately became solemn, didn't joke anymore, and asked seriously: "What's the matter?"

At this time, Zhao Mike on the other end of the phone did not beat around the bush, and responded straight to the point: "That's right, just when the sky was just light, a group of internal guards were summoned by Nan Huaiyuan to my Tianxiang Pavilion, among them, there was a martial arts master named Tong Guan, I heard him introduce himself as a disciple of the Bagua Sect, with a Fuxi compass, and what he is best at is the method of tracking......"

Wang Le, who was standing in front of the window, listened to Zhao Mike's eloquent words on the phone, and his heart became heavier and heavier, and the bad feeling became more and more strong.

Although he didn't know what the Fuxi compass was, since he had seen it and used the power of magic weapons, he didn't dare to despise it in the slightest.

Even if Wang Le is extremely confident in his delusion-breaking magic eye ability, he doesn't dare to take it lightly, because the ghost knows what kind of moth will come out of this Fuxi compass, and if he doesn't notice it for a while, he can't say that he will be targeted and found, and then there will be no way to go to the sky and no way to enter the ground.

In a blink of an eye, Wang Le's face became cloudy, and then he said to Zhao Mike on the phone: "Are the old Dao and Tong Guan still in your Tianxiang Pavilion now?"

Mike Zhao on the other end of the phone replied in a deep voice: "I went to Boss Xiao!"

"Huh!" Wang Le's heart suddenly burst, and he immediately thought of what his father-in-law said before leaving, and he was relieved again, believing that Nan Huaiyuan would not dare to mess around.

"Brother Zhao, I have written down this favor, and I will return it in the future!" Wang Le said solemnly.

As soon as the words fell, Zhao Mike's voice came from the phone, and he said slowly: "Then our previous festival?"

Seeing Wang Le smiling and asking, "Have we had a holiday between us?"

"Eh!" Zhao Mike on the phone smiled dumbly, and then said in a deep voice: "Be careful, outsiders like Nan Huaiyuan are not welcome in Sijiu City!"

I saw Wang Le humming, and said in a murderous cold voice: "Don't worry, I will let them not return to the martial arts realm, and bury their bones in the red dust of this world!"

After finishing speaking, the two had a tacit understanding not to talk more, and ended the call directly.

At this time, the red sun had already risen in the east, shining through the window on Wang Le's body.

But Wang Le didn't feel the slightest warmth, he only felt that this world had changed, and the air was full of invisible killing intent.

And it's far more than just his own murder!

"The sky kills, and the stars change. The ground is killed, and the dragon and snake rise to land. People kill people, and heaven and earth repeat. ”

Wang Le muttered softly a verse in the "Yellow Emperor Yin Fu Sutra", which was what the old guy often liked to say when he was still in the mysterious army, when he was still in the mysterious army, he led him to the top of the mountain, watching the sun and moon rise and fall, and the stars rise and fall.

Man is the spirit of all things, and everyone is an independent individual, because they have their own experiences, and then they have their own thoughts and perceptions, so they will be like the sea of people, and they cannot understand it.

And Wang Le has his own unique experience, along the way, his hands are stained with blood that cannot be washed away, and the killing on his back is even more incomprehensible, and even he himself can no longer be liquidated.

This also makes him extremely sensitive to unknown dangers, as well as the killing that is about to begin.

This is like an old farmer in the field, when the seedlings are just planted in the field, look at the weather, and rub the fertilizer in the field, he will know what this year's harvest will be.

In the dark, Wang Le's intuition told him that in the killing storm that was about to start, it was far from being involved between himself and Nan Huaiyuan, and perhaps there was an unimaginable enemy coming.

At this moment, Wang Le was overwhelmed by his terrifying intuition, although he didn't know what would happen in the future, but he felt terrifyingly that a terrifying horror was coming......

After a while, Wang Le took a deep breath, calmed the ups and downs in his heart, and restored his calmness and self-confidence, because every moment in the future, he was like walking on a high-altitude tightrope, only with enough calm and cautious, and invincible self-confidence can calmly deal with the upcoming life and death crisis, walk through this tightrope safely, and reach the other side of victory.

Therefore, the psychology of suffering from gains and losses is unacceptable, which will only interfere with your judgment of the future situation, and eventually fall off the tightrope and fall to pieces!

"Since I don't know how the Fuxi compass in Tong Guan's hand tracks the master, I can only wait first, and then I will see the opportunity to act. ”

Wang Le turned around and left the window, sat down on the sofa next to him, closed his eyes, and fell into deep thought very calmly, silently analyzing and thinking.

After all, acting blindly is always harmful, and it is wisest to wait for the situation to be clear.

In this case, the only thing Wang Le has to do is to recover his state, so that he can be at the peak of his qi and blood anytime and anywhere, only in this way can he have the capital to save his life in the face of the crisis enemy, otherwise, everything is just empty talk.

After a while, Wang Le got up and left the guest room and left the hotel, found a breakfast restaurant nearby to fill his stomach, and then turned back to his residence and began to cultivate.

At the same time, Nan Huaiyuan, Tong Monkey and three other companions drove to Xiao Yuanfang's residence.

"Nanshi, it seems that Boss Xiao knows that you always want to come over!"

When a group of people got out of the car and came to the gate of the small courtyard, they saw the child monkey walking behind Nan Huaiyuan and whispering respectfully.

Because he is more clear about the work and rest time of some big people such as Xiao Yuanfang, he will say this, you must know that at this time, Xiao Yuanfang should have already gone out to work, instead of staying at home.

Nan Huaiyuan's eyes narrowed, his hand waved the dust, and he responded noncommittally: "Maybe!"

At this moment, I saw Zhang Xinglong, the personal guard who protected Xiao Yuan's safety, opened the gate of the small courtyard from the inside, looked at Nan Huaiyuan, Tong Guan and the others, and said in a deep voice with an expressionless face: "Everyone, please come in, the boss has been waiting for a long time." ”

"Sure enough!" said the monkey softly.

It was self-evident that Nan Huaiyuan, Tong Monkey and others were sure that Xiao Yuanfang already knew what Wang Le had done in the past two days.