Zhuang Ruixiong was speechless on the spot by Jiang Chao's opinion, and he couldn't continue to refute.

Although he thinks that with Wang Le's steady and cautious character, this situation will not occur, but the other party was indeed born in the wild road, and without the guidance of a famous teacher, it is inevitable to take a fork in the road, which causes the foundation of martial arts to be unreliable.

After being silent for a while, Zhuang Ruixiong looked at Jiang Chao, put on a serious expression, and said: "Senior Brother Jiang, I can't say why, but I always feel that Wang Le is not so simple, and in the future, after he enters the martial arts world, as long as there is enough time for him to grow, I believe that this kid is just like in this forty-nine city, turning his hands into clouds and covering his hands into rain, continuing his myth of being invincible and undefeated!"

After finishing speaking, Zhuang Ruixiong put down the empty cup that had long been out of tea in his hand, stood up, made a gesture to Jiang Chao, and then turned around and walked outside the room・・・・・・

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After Wang Le rested all night, he replenished the innate power consumed by fighting with Luo Junyan and Senior Brother Li in the Triumph Senior Club last night, and at the same time, he further stabilized the injuries in his body.

Under the shade of the trees in the courtyard, Wang Le, who had breakfast, lay on a long rattan chair, closed his eyes and pretended to sleep.

Xiao Yuanfang left home early in the morning to go to work, and Ning Bizhi in the house didn't come out to disturb.

As for the aunt and grandmother Lulu is still in the summer camp, it will take a few days to come back, only Xiaoxiao, who is covered in snow-white Wangcai, is very comfortable lying on Wang Le's chest, snoring leisurely, and the saliva in his mouth has already soaked the white undershirt on Wang Dashao's body.

And Wang Le turned a blind eye to this, and still let Wangcai lie on his chest, enjoying such a peaceful and beautiful time.

But the good times don't last long, and the good times are always short-lived, because Li Mubai came.

"Yo, it's a good day!" As soon as Li Mubai stepped into the courtyard door, he saw Wang Le lying on a chair under the shade of the tree from a distance, and then laughed and teased.

I saw that Wang Dashao, who was lying on the rattan chair, still closed his eyes and didn't need to open them, and said lazily: "Don't go to the Three Treasures Hall for nothing, don't go around the corner, get straight to the point, the master doesn't have the heart to bother now." ”

"Eh!" Li Mubai touched his nose, walked to Wang Le's side with a helpless look, looked down at the other party and said, "You guys made too much trouble last night, and someone wants to trouble you." ”

Wang Le's eyes opened suddenly, the murderous aura flashed inside, the laziness on his body was swept away, and the sword eyebrows frowned slightly and asked, "Who?"

Immediately, Wang Le did not continue to lie on the chair and stood up, waiting for Li Mubai's answer.

I saw Li Mubai say: "Fat camel, he is one of the two leaders of this batch of people stationed in the red wall and serving as the entourage. ”

Wang Le's eyes shrank tightly, and he immediately became vigilant, and then he looked at Li Mubai and asked, "How is the martial arts cultivation?"

Li Mubai replied without hesitation: "The middle stage of the Martial Dao Xuan Rank has been many years, and now it is only a line away from achieving the late stage of the Martial Dao Xuan Rank. ”

Without waiting for Wang Le to continue asking, Li Mubai then further introduced: "Luo Junyan and Li Qiang are the same disciples of the fat camel, you injured these two people in the Triumph Club last night, plus Huang Daqian before, and the fat camel has always been narrow-minded and extremely protective, so he is bound to come to you to find a place here to maintain the face of his own sect." ”

At this time, although Wang Le's face did not change, he knew from Li Mubai that the person who was making trouble for him would be a mid-martial arts master, and he was already complaining in his heart.

Because his current injury is not completely healed, it will always take some days to recover.

"I'm going to go, it's hard to get rid of Hong Burang's trouble temporarily, I'm worried about how to completely destroy the Hong family, but I didn't expect to jump out of a martial arts cultivator who is on par with Hong Burang, the young master is really a blood mold for eight lifetimes!"

Wang Le's mind turned around, and his expressionless face was completely pulled down, and the dark clouds covered the top!

At this moment, Wang Le hated Hong even more, since he met this old guy and escaped from the other party, his own luck has gone wrong.

Although luck is ethereal and mysterious, since Wu Xingwen and others have shown him fortune telling, Wang Le no longer believes in this kind of thing as iron-toothed and unbelieving as before.

"Next time, the young master will be seriously injured for ten years, and he must kill Hong Burang, and he will definitely not let this old bastard escape again!"

Wang Le showed a look of anger, and the anger on his body rushed out uncontrollably, clenched his fists and creaked, snorted coldly, and secretly swore in his heart.

Li Mubai, who was standing next to him, felt a thrill in his heart, and couldn't help but feel a trace of awe, and unconsciously took two steps back to widen the distance between him and Wang Le.

At this time, in Li Mubai's eyes, Wang Le, who was full of murderous intent, was like a demon with bloody hands and thousands of souls, no one dared to approach him, for fear of taking his life!

After a long while, Wang Le slowly calmed down his irritable emotions, took a deep breath, returned to a calm look on his face, and then cast an apologetic look at Li Mubai, who was already standing in the distance, and then said: "I'm sorry, you also know that I don't let Hong fight, and the injuries in my body are not completely healed, so I can't control my emotions, please forgive me." ”

Li Mubai couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief when he saw that Wang Le had returned to his normal state, and then returned to the other party, and replied quite understandingly: "It doesn't matter, once a martial artist is injured, his mind is easily invaded by external demons, and it is inevitable that his emotions will fluctuate greatly. ”

The so-called external demon, of course, Wang Le knows that it is the interference of the outside world, or what happens, which can easily cause changes in his emotions.

Of course, if he is not injured, his mind is intact, and he is at his peak, with Wang Le's mind, he will not be affected by external things at all, even if he faces an opponent who is stronger than himself, he will treat it calmly and rationally.

"As I expected, you don't have the unity you imagined!" Wang Le said lightly.

Li Mubai's body stiffened, and then he responded noncommittally: "As the old saying goes, where there are people, there are rivers and lakes, and this is especially true in the martial arts world, and this group of people who came to the capital to serve as guards this time, because there are relatives and estrangements between the sects, so it is natural not to be united, there is no need to make a fuss, and when you enter the Nanhua Temple one day, you will be very clear about the bits and pieces of this." ”

Wang Le was silent for more than ten seconds, and then suddenly turned to Li Mubai and asked, "Are there many people dying every day in the martial arts world?"

Li Mubai: "・・・・・・"

Wang Le smiled and lay back on the rattan chair・・・・・・