Wang Le's eyes were sharp, like sharp arrows, and he scanned the fat camel and the male thief back and forth.

Just deliberately ignored the fat camel, grabbed the antique relics that were stolen, and provoked the male thieves, making their already lost minds even more unable to calm down, precisely to create a situation of confrontation between the three parties today, so as to reduce the suspicion of stealing the natal weapons of these two people.

To be precise, it was to give the fat camel and the male thief no time to settle down and speculate on who had stolen their natal weapon.

Because of the scene, Wang Le has the strength and means, and he can steal the natal weapon under their noses without realizing it.

Although there is no evidence for all this, there is never any need for evidence for many things in the world, let alone old fritters like fat camels and male thieves.

As long as they believe that Wang Le is the most suspicious, they would rather kill by mistake than let it go.

And Wang Le realized this only after stealing the natal weapon of the fat camel and the male thief, so in a few words, he provoked the anger of the two, so that they always wanted to fight to vent their bitter and depressed emotions in their hearts.

At this time, the fat camel in the field, his face was gloomy, but he was sneering in his heart and thought: "Lao Tzu is worried about what excuse to kill you little bastard, to prevent Nanhuaguan from getting a demonic genius, so as to rise in the future, I didn't expect that at the moment when the natal magic weapon was lost, you kid will send it to the door, hum!"

The fat camel had already prepared for the worst, that is, his natal magic weapon mace would never be found again, and if Wang Le appeared here, he would hit the other party with his idea.

"When Lao Tzu kills your demon and prevents the rise of Nanhuaguan, that is, he has made a great contribution to the sect, and at that time, a large number of rewards will be enough to offset the loss of the natal weapon. ”

Just when the fat camel kept making wishful thinking, the eyes of the male thief revealed on his mask were filled with endless remorse and bitterness.

It can be said that this trip to steal the antique cultural relics of the 1993 private club ended up with nothing, but lost the natal weapon that was related to his life.

"This kid in front of him is not simple, the old man's natal weapon is lost, and it is very likely that he will not be able to get rid of it!" The male thief swept towards Wang Le, who was full of anger and imposing momentum, and secretly speculated in his heart.

There have always been many smart people in the world, and there are few stupid people, not to mention the old rivers and lakes like fat camels and male thieves, whose eyelashes are empty, and it is obviously very difficult for Wang Le to play with them in the palm of his hand.

No, the little abacus in the hearts of the two of them is crackling, and it is not as emotionally out of control as it flows out on the surface.

And of course Wang Le knew this, so when the three of them were facing each other, their strong aura oppressing each other, and they were silent, he took the lead and went directly into the battle, no longer giving them time to think!

Because in the final analysis, whoever has the biggest fist is king, and everything else is false!

Wang Le has always flattered this unbreakable truth!

"Boy, even if you are as beautiful as a demon, but the demon who died young, there is an egg, and today Lao Tzu will take your head!"

While the fat camel roared in his heart, the killing intent in his body suddenly soared, and he swung out a palm with a fierce face, facing the iron fist that Wang Le smashed straight over.

The male thief saw that these two people were the first to kill together, and was about to retreat to the side to try to wait and see, but he didn't expect that the moment Wang Le and the fat camel's fists intersected, he moved towards him.

What made the male thief even more depressed was that Wang Le and the fat camel seemed to have a tacit understanding, and each threw out a leg whip, sweeping his waist and thighs and knees, absolutely ruthless, completely breaking the male thief's idea of watching the fire from the other side.

For a while, the three people in the courtyard each ran their ancient defense techniques, opened the defensive shields of different colors, and the rabbits and falcons fought together.

Wang Le was born as brave as a golden warrior, unstoppable, his fists turned into a golden angry dragon, turning the river and the sea, letting go of his hands and feet to attack the fat camel and the male thief with all his might.

I saw that the fat camel did not give in, after losing the natal weapon, his fleshy mountain-like body became the most powerful weapon, and in the battle group, it was like a hob meat rampage, and he was not afraid of injury at all.

In the eyes of onlookers, the male thief is like an immortal who has fallen into the mortal dust, and in every move, he does not have the spirit of killing between Wang Le and the fat camel.

However, Wang Le and the fat camel, who were the parties involved, didn't think so, because the male thieves' seemingly lethal moves were actually all to kill the flaws exposed to them, causing the offensive they had just launched to die halfway, and they had to return to defense, otherwise they would be seriously injured.

As time passed, the three of them fought more and more fiercely, all of them were red-eyed, and the male thief's moves finally revealed a hideous killing intent, no longer as without a trace of fireworks as before.

With the crazy output of the innate power in their respective dantians, with a heavy move, it was constantly consumed.

Wang Le has not practiced the ancient technique of attacking, so he can only rely on his strong body and the moves between his fists and feet to take a fierce path and dominate with strength!

This can't help but make the fat camel and the male thief suffer, once he accidentally gets a punch and kick from Wang Dashao, the glowing defensive shield on his body is shaking.

When the melee reached a fever pitch, the male thief was completely shocked, and the turbulent waves in his heart could not calm down at all, and he secretly exclaimed in disbelief: "This kid is really evil, even if the strength of the flesh is so strong, what is the matter with his innate power?

"And how old is this kid? The martial arts combat power that can be displayed, his cultivation is actually in the late stage of the Xuan Rank, how can such a demon emerge in the red world, the old man has lived a lifetime, and today is really a dog, encountering this kind of strange thing that the sun hits the west!"

Thinking of this, the male thief became more and more suspicious that the loss of his natal magic weapon was inseparable from Wang Le.

Because in his eyes, it is really contrary to common sense to have such a young man in the world, but his martial arts cultivation is in the late stage of the Xuan Rank, even if there are many people in the martial arts world with many talents like dogs, there are only a handful of people who can compare with Wang Le.

Then what followed was that the male thief felt that the loss of the natal magic weapon was too strange and too abrupt, and the young man named Wang Le in front of him was also a strange existence.

If this kid hadn't stolen it, could there be anyone else?