It was late at night, and only the wall lamp in the living room in the mansion was on. Wang Le and Lao Yang, who were sitting around the table, certainly did not know their whereabouts and were always watched by invisible eyes.

Lao Yang no longer remembers how many times he sighed openly and secretly. At this time, his brows were tightly twisted together and said in a deep voice: "The situation is getting worse and worse now."

Wang Le and Mrs. Lao Yang did not answer, and their faces were as calm as ever.

Needless to say, they all knew that the situation outside was getting worse and worse. Wang Le had already figured out the situation outside the mansion through the delusion-breaking Dharma Eye, and he had no choice but to feel helpless.

"Hey, I guess there are many earth-level masters outside now." Old Yang said again with a wry smile.

At this time, Mrs. Old Yang smiled and said, "Now in this situation, there are more and more experts in the earth level. In this case, what they will inevitably worry about each other and dare not attack easily. Otherwise, they will be picked up by someone if they are accidentally given a bargain."

After a pause, Mrs. Old Yang shook her head and sighed: "Now our situation is walking a tightrope in the wind and rain. Once the situation outside is broken and the balance is lost, the situation will take a sharp turn."

Old Yang first glanced at the silent Wang Le, and then asked his old woman: "Can we just sit there and wait for death?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Mrs. Yang asked without moving, "Then tell me what else can I do?"

"Uh!" Old Yang was speechless and his face became increasingly ugly.

After holding it in for more than ten seconds, Old Yang sighed again and said softly: "I hope Master will come out of seclusion soon!"

Wang Le, who had not spoken and had a calm face like a statue, finally moved at this time, looked at the old couple with a smile, and then said, "The half map of the tomb of the First Emperor Ying Zheng in Sun Lequan's hand is not in our hands, and it is useless even if they are surrounded here."

Lao Yang looked at Wang Le sitting opposite him and said in a deep voice: "But they won't believe it."

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw Wang Le rising up and not stopping, and turned around and walked out of the living room.

Old Yang was stunned at first, then he quickly stood up and asked, "Nephew, what are you going to do?"

Wang Le, who was walking to the door, stopped at his feet, turned his back to Lao Yang and his wife, and said lightly: "I'll go out and tell them that the map is not here."

"Uh!" The old Yang and his wife couldn't help but look at each other, full of confusion, wondering if this kid's head was burned out. Will outsiders believe this?

Obviously it is impossible.

Before the two of them could ask, Wang Le, who was standing at the door, turned around and looked at them, and continued, "The reason why those people outside came here is suspected that the map is in the hands of the boy, was mostly the man who was the man who was the man who was the man who was the man who was the man who was the man who was the man who was the man who was the man who was the man who was the man who was the man who was tempted by the rumors."

Speaking of this, Wang Le sneered and said, "Then he will give him the same way, and the boy will go out and point out the half map of Sun Lequan in the hands of the old thief with the six-fingered one."

Finally, Wang Le smiled and said, "Of course, the half map of Tieshan is also in his hands."

Mrs. Old Yang asked helplessly: "Is this useful?"

Wang Le shrugged his shoulders and spread his hands and replied: "No matter whether it is useful or not, you have to try it, just treat it as a dead horse and live..."

Before Wang Le could finish his words, a thick man suddenly exploded over the entire mansion and reached the living room.

"Imperial, some family is here to challenge you!"

Wang Le raised his sword eyebrows, looked at the old Yang couple who were walking over here, and said with a relaxed look: "I didn't expect that someone would come to die."

Lao Yang shook his head and said, "Nephew, the so-called good people don't come, and the people come are not good. Now there are many experts outside. I suggest you don't go out to fight, so as not to make an accident."

As soon as he finished speaking, Wang Le shook his head without hesitation, the smile on his face calmed down, and replied seriously: "Now this situation is destined to be unable to escape. As long as you take a step back, the next situation will be impossible to judge. Those people may take advantage of the situation and rush in. Senior Qingyangzi is now in seclusion, so you must not interfere with him!"

The old Yang and his wife were stunned and then looked at me, and I looked at you. For a moment, I don’t know what to say, because Wang Le’s worries were also what they had to worry about.

After thinking about it, Mrs. Yang looked at Wang Le with a serious expression: "Nephew, we will protect the Dharma for you to prevent anyone from sneak attacking you, be careful!"

Wang Le didn't say anything, but just smiled slightly, nodded, then turned around and walked out of the living room, and walked out of the mansion. Old Yang and his wife followed each other, then dispersed and disappeared into the night outside the living room, disappearing.

Soon, Wang Le opened the door of the mansion, crossed the threshold, and stood in front of the steps again without any rush.

At this time, Wang Le used some means to use in the whole long alley, but he did not see the lamp source, but it was like daylight and could not see a trace of darkness.

If it weren't for the bright moon hanging in the sky and the stars, Wang Le would have thought it was dawn.

Wang Le carried his hands on his back and glanced at the crowd of people. Finally, his eyes stopped on an empty field three meters away from the steps, a man in his fifties.

He was wearing a golden robe with patterns embroidered on it, and was tied with a dazzling metal belt under the light. His figure was about 1.7 meters. His gray hair tied with a jade hairpin was like a wrinkle carved by a knife, scattered on the entire face of the Chinese character, with a hooked nose, thin lips, and a pair of narrow eyes, giving people the impression of being mean and polite.

Just as Wang Le was observing the person coming, he saw a smile on his face and introduced himself lightly: "A certain Black Mountain Zhanbo wants to see your methods."

"Uh!" Wang Le immediately showed a strange look on his face and chuckled: "As a Heishan Yuan Hong came during the day, and a Heishan Zhanbo came at night. It's really a place of land and soil, and he raised people. He lived too long and went to Xiao Gong to seek death."

Before the words could be finished, everyone burst into laughter and laughed out loud. The sarcasm sounds rose and fell. As for whether it came from the true heart, it was a matter of opinion.

"When did Black Mountain produce all the fakes? Yuan Hong has never heard of it, and Zhan Bo has never heard of it either."

"No matter whether he is true or false, he dares to stand up and challenge at this time. Unless he is stupid and has no brains, he will definitely have two tricks!"

"Maybe it was for Sun Lequan's half map?!"

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Wang Le listened and pondered in his heart, then looked at Zhan Bo standing under the steps, and asked with a curious look: "You are like Yuan Hong of Heishan, who is also challenging me for the sake of cultivation resources?"

Zhan Bo shook his head and replied slowly, "Map!"
Chapter completed!