"It seems that Master Nan doesn't know the relationship between Ji Yangzi and Wang Le. Lan. Se. Shu. Ba,"

The oldest martial arts master touched his nose and said expressionlessly.

Seeing the young martial arts master smiled, shrugged his shoulders, and said disrespectfully: "As long as we don't involve us, why should we care so much?"

The relatively steady martial arts master nodded, then sighed and said, "We are all low-level disciples of the sect. Otherwise, we would not have entered the world and ran to this 49 city to carry out such a promising guardian mission. Therefore, it is the right way to make peace of mind. As for the rest, it is better to know less, so as not to cause unnecessary trouble."

The other two nodded and said in agreement. Indeed, people should have self-knowledge, otherwise, yes, like that Wang Le, who has not recognized himself, has not yet grown up completely, has just known killing, killing, but now he has pinched the stopwatch and has begun to enter the countdown to death.

While these three people were talking about the hatred and entanglement between Wang Le and Nan Huaiyuan, while walking back to Sijiu City, Wang Da, as the person involved, was rare and it was time for lunch, so he did not continue to go south for the time being, and drove his Hummer off the National Highway Line and parked at the entrance of a nearby restaurant.

Wang Le walked into the small restaurant, found an empty table without anyone and sat down. At this time, the boss also walked out of the counter at the right time and handed the menu politely.

"Branded crucian carp, three fresh pots, and repot meat"

After receiving a bunch of dishes, Wang Le asked the boss to cook quickly, then crossed his legs and drank the tea the boss poured him, looking leisurely and comfortable, not like a tragic look of desperate destiny.

At this time, the small restaurant was not big, except for Wang Le, and the other two tables were filled with guests, but they were all passing drivers, so after rushing to eat, they didn't have the time to stay too much, so they left after checking out.

After a while, when Wang Le's dishes were halfway through, the guests in the small restaurant had already left.

"I never thought that I could still enjoy the top treatment of the whole restaurant on the way to escape. It's really good."

Young Master Wang didn't drink, so he asked the boss to take a big bowl full of rice. While eating, he thought happily.

As usual, Wang Le swept the food on the table under the wind and didn't take long to wipe out all the food.

It's so good to eat, and it's so good to eat, so I just stunned the boss standing behind the counter. He has received more customers from this small restaurant. I have never seen a thin young man with a gentle and gentle look that he even has a hint of youth. He has such a big appetite. He can't compare to the three hard laborers.

If the three martial arts masters were allowed to see Wang Le's appearance, they would definitely doubt whether their judgment that Wang Le's death was not far from being far away.

Because Young Master Wang acted so calmly and was not afraid of Nan Huaiyuan chasing him, it was too incredible.

As the saying goes, things are abnormal, there must be monsters. Those three martial arts masters will definitely guess that Wang Le has an unknown killer weapon that can protect his own life.

As for Nan Huaiyuan who saw this scene in the restaurant, he would be so angry that the three corpses were furious that they would steal cigarettes, because no one could stand the performance of Wang Dada Wang not taking him seriously at all. Moreover, Nan Huaiyuan has always been used to being arrogant and even more unbearable.

In this way, more than an hour passed by. After eating, Wang Le sat in a small restaurant to rest and pay the bill, picking his teeth with a toothpick, driving a wine-red Hummer onto the national highway line, and continued to drive aimlessly southward

As the saying goes: Things in the world are impermanent.

What God does the most is to always play with the countless people under his nose, intentionally or unintentionally.

When Wang Le drove on the road without any hurry after dinner, Nan Huaiyuan and Tong Monkey chased the scarlet mini-shaped turtle generated by Fuxi compass and gradually chased after him.

At the same time, he traveled day and night, and ended his journey. Hong Burang, who had truly entered the countdown to death, roared like a mad dog, and rushed towards Sijiu City.

But Zhang Chenzhou, who was plotted by Hong Buer, could not make sense to his grandmother's house and could not go further in the martial arts path for the rest of his life, finally relied on his extremely profound martial arts cultivation and a breath of resentment in his heart. He resisted the trouble of killing the word "Sheng" and recovered his ability to move in advance, and resolutely bit Hong Buer behind him, and ran towards the direction of Sijiu City as quickly as possible.

Yes, yes, Zhang Chenzhou did not use his innate power to fly, but ran wildly on the ground. Because of the influence of the word "Suppression Killing Technique, although he had recovered his ability to move, he could not move freely like he was in his usual state of prosperity.

It can be said that although Zhang Chenzhou's martial arts cultivation is still there, his combat power can only be less than half of his peak state, and at most he only has the peak combat power of the late stage of the martial arts Xuan level.

For a time, Hong Burang and Zhang Chenzhou, Wang Le, who was driving the burgundy Hummer, and Hong Burang and Tong Monkey who were chasing behind the scarlet mini-shaped turtle in the air.

These independent people were pinched together by fate's big hands, and they all collided along the long national highway line and became closer and closer.

In the warm and gentle sunlight of late autumn, they were like four trains that didn't have time to step on the brakes and collided towards the same focus. What was about to collide with blood flowers dancing, the gate of hell opened wide, and the murderous intent in the air spreads rapidly in the four directions, filling this world

At this time, Hong Burang, his former heroic head of the Hong family, had long been no longer the image. His tall figure was already too thin to be human. He was like a skeleton, running barefoot on the national highway line with barefoots.

It’s not that Hong Burang was unwilling to take the shortcuts to the capital. After all, he was still a foreigner. He didn’t know what path he could do, so he could only follow the route he had left Sijiucheng.

"I'm finally coming to Sijiu City. As long as I see the old man in the clan and give them the fruit of life-suspending, I, Hong Bulang, will be in peace if I die."

The pace was unfolding, and Hong Burang, who was extremely fast, thought excitedly while rushing to the road.

If it weren't for the belief that Hong Burang would have died halfway.

You know, Hong Burang's intestines in his belly have long been lost. If it were ordinary people, death on the spot was the only result.

The reason why Hong Burang lived until now and did not die was not only because of the strangeness of the killing technique of "Suppressing" and the fact that he was supported by a belief.
Chapter completed!