When the old Yang and his wife were so boasted to Wang Le and were completely speechless, they saw Wang Le’s eyebrows furrowed and said in a deep voice: “It’s true that Dong Chong is a disciple of the Heavenly King Palace, but the identity of Yuan Hong in Heishan is indeed questionable. I wonder what his real roots are?”

After a pause, Wang Le further said: "A warrior from ordinary origin and unknown origin, he does not have the conditions to obtain the skills and resources to temper his physical body. Yuan Hong is obviously not listed here."

Old Yang glanced at Wang Le and said quietly: "Now everyone is dead, what is the other person doing? It will only cause trouble."

Wang Le shook his head and replied: "Only by knowing yourself and your enemy can you win a hundred battles. Find out Yuan Hong's true roots and feet, and my nephew is also mentally prepared to be caught off guard when someone seeks revenge."

At this time, Mrs. Yang looked confident in her control, and smiled and promised to Wang Le: "Don't worry, nephew, after the matter is over, I will let the people below find out the real roots of the Black Mountain Yuan Hong."

Wang Le nodded, first expressing his gratitude, then looked out the window, showing helplessness, and took the initiative to change the topic: "I really live like a year. I have been struggling all night and it is finally dawn."

The old Yang and his wife looked at the hazy bright colors outside the window as they said, without any relief, and the solemnity between their eyebrows was still lingering.

Because as time goes by, more and more martial arts masters will be gathered in the mansion and have long been out of their control.

No one knows when this situation will detonate now, thus bringing everyone present into an uncontrollable bloody storm...

The morning light of Bai Yujing, the rising sun rising eastward, dyed half of the sky red, the dew wet everything, and the hard and cold bricks and stones of the city walls.

In the dark room of the city lord's mansion, there was no rest all night, and the high-tensioned Happy Fish had a chapped lips. When he saw the scarlet dots that stopped in the courtyard representing the old monster in the sky and the green dots that represent the Xuan-level master began to move, his whole heart suddenly rose to his throat, and his dry lips were tightly pursed together, and the worry on his face was clearly visible.

"It's a blessing or not a disaster, it's a disaster that cannot be avoided. What should come or come."

The happy fish looked at the scarlet and green dots and moved quickly, heading towards the True Dragon Avenue in the city, and couldn't help but muttering to himself.

Immediately, Kuaiyu put away his gaze that looked at the sand table and walked out of the dark room without hesitation. He wanted to pass the news to his master as soon as possible...

The morning sun shines gently on Zhenlong Avenue, and Bai Xiaolou walks along with the old man bathing in it.

At this time, the old man had already changed his appearance. He was no longer the old-fashioned person he had before, but had become a forty-year-old middle-aged man with an ordinary appearance.

Bai Xiaolou looked at the back of the master in front, his eyes full of admiration, and said in his heart: "Only by achieving the realm of martial arts heavenly ranks can he change his appearance as he pleases!"

At this time, the old man who was walking in front and became a middle-aged man by changing his facial muscles was carrying his hands. After walking a few more steps forward with the bustling crowd, he suddenly said to himself with a soft voice: "The treasure house of the First Emperor Ying Zheng's tomb was born. It seems that he has attracted all the earth-level masters who have not yet gone to the border."

Bai Xiaolou, who followed behind, smiled and said, "Since ancient times, wealth has moved people's hearts. Ying Zheng has won the God War and is an invincible overlord. His tomb is inevitable that everyone will be snooping."

After a pause, Bai Xiaolou changed his mind and asked, "Master, what should we do later?"

The old man said without replying: "The situation in Bai Yujing these two days, the people below told us when they went out just now, what do you think they should do?"

Bai Xiaolou's eyes showed a strong fighting spirit that could not be dissolved, and he said without hesitation: "Master, let your disciple challenge that imperial throne first!"

The old man stopped at his feet, turned his head and looked at Bai Xiaolou, and asked back, "Are you sure?"

"Yes!" Bai Xiaolou nodded solemnly and replied: "Although the imperial throne has been crushing his opponents strongly since entering Bai Yujing, and he challenged and killed the Earth-level masters last night. He has never suffered a defeat, but his disciple believes that his strength will definitely surpass him!"

The old man stared at Bai Xiaolou for about ten seconds before he closed his eyes, turned around, left the place and continued to walk forward with the crowd.

Seeing this, Bai Xiaolou didn't dare to say much, followed obediently, and remained silent.

After a while, the old man walking in front broke his silence, turned his back to Bai Xiaolou, and agreed in a calm tone: "Okay, you go and challenge the throne later."

Bai Xiaolou suddenly looked happy and said excitedly: "Thank you, Master, I will definitely not let you down!"

The old man's face flashed and returned to normal, and he thought to himself: "If the jade is not carved, it will not be a weapon. If that young man named Emperor from the world is really so powerful, it would be nice to let Lou'er suffer some trouble in his place."

As for the opponents who challenged the Imperial Priest before, they all ended up dead. The old man didn't care at all, let alone worried. He believed that he would not have such a worst-case scenario as his disciples.

Thinking of this, the old man couldn't help but feel curious and interested in exploring the throne he had never met.

From the inn shopkeeper who was responsible for collecting information, the old man could confirm that the young man named the emperor was indeed from the worldly world.

The weird dress he had when he first entered Bai Yujing and the methods he had shown when he fought fiercely with others were very scarce, and there was no ancient martial arts commonly used by warriors.

What's even more exaggerated is that as a late-stage Xuan-level warrior, he did not use his own natal magic weapon from beginning to end. The only explanation is that this imperial throne has no natal magic weapon at all.

And this is something that the old man can't imagine.

Looking at the martial arts world, Xuan-level warriors do not have their own natal magic weapons, which is really ridiculous. It is as ridiculous as if they go out barefoot without shoes and without chopsticks when eating.

If a young man born in this wild path comes from a top sect or hidden worldly priesthood, the old man will only sneer at it and will not believe it if he beats him to death.

However, as far as the old man knew from the information obtained, this imperial throne actually had the best magic weapon and fist gloves, and there were even Earth-level masters in the mansion he moved into, which was a little strange.
Chapter completed!