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In a blink of an eye, the unarmed Chen Huazhang was beaten to the point of being unable to resist by Wang Le's rapid offensive. The bones on his body were crushed to death under Wang Le's iron fists, and none of them were intact.

After a while, he could no longer hold on. He collapsed on the ground and kept twitching.

Wang Le then put away his endless attack, and Quan Zhenshanhe then turned back to a pair of metal bracelets and put them on his wrist.

"Huh!" Wang Le gasped heavily, and the tense muscles and inner heart suddenly relaxed, no longer as nervous as before.

After all, Chen Huazhang, whom he faces, is an early-stage martial arts master, and can be promoted to a middle-stage existence at any time.

If you don’t say that you are not nervous about killing, it would be too hypocritical.

Ji Yangzi, who was standing nearby, first took back the natal magic weapon in his hand and nourished the dantian in his body, and then walked to Chen Huazhang who was slumped on the ground.

At this time, Chen Huazhang, covered in blood and soil, looked at the condescending Wang Le in disbelief and murmured: "You are just a martial arts mysterious rank, how is it possible? How is it possible?"

Wang Le put away his uncontrollable anger during the fierce battle, returned to his usual calm state, looked down at Chen Huazhang, and responded faintly: "Anything is possible."

Chen Huazhang looked at Wang Le with resentment and hatred, and said slowly with difficulty: "I am unwilling to accept it!!!"

"The throne! You must die a little!!!"

Wang Le narrowed his eyes slightly and replied faintly: "All those who say that are dead."

At this time, Chen Huazhang, who was seriously injured and dying, was left with only one breath and was unable to hear Wang Le say this.

The pale lips with blood stains twitched and trembled and wanted to speak, but couldn't spit out a word. The light in the eyes gradually dimmed, and the black pupils slowly dissipated...

Ji Yangzi looked at Chen Huazhang and swallowed his last breath, his eyes widened. After the fire of life finally went out, a hint of pleasure and complexity appeared on his face.

As Nanhuaguan's opponent, although there was no conflict in the open because of the existence of the martial arts alliance, the Heavenly King Palace had already fought in secret for countless times.

And in the repeated conflicts and fights, deep blood hatred that cannot be washed has been accumulated.

Ji Yangzi thought of the disciples of Guanzhong who died in the hands of Chen Huazhang over the years, and couldn't help but sigh and sigh: "Dust returns to dust, soil returns to soil, and causal cycles, and finally I have an explanation to them."

After saying that, Ji Yangzi looked at Wang Le next to him and said softly with complex thoughts: "Xiaole, you are doing well."

He saw Wang Le smiled dissatisfiedly and said, "Chen Huazhang and others are destined to escape today's killing disaster. I am just doing it with my grandson."

"Uh!" Ji Yangzi was speechless because the grandson said something strange. Although it felt something was wrong, he could not say anything.

After holding it in for a long time, Ji Yangzi couldn't help but laugh and scolded: "It turns out that you have killed so many people, and you don't feel guilty at all!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Wang Le shrugged without thinking and said calmly: "I have a clear conscience to my grandson. When I embark on the road of martial arts, I must have the awareness of falling at any time. Many times, either you die or I die."

After a pause, Wang Le sighed and looked at Ji Yangzi seriously and said, "If I don't have this awareness, I might as well go home to farm and sell sweet potatoes and be an ordinary person, so as not to become an unjust soul under the knife early."

"Uh!" Ji Yangzi looked at his grandson seriously. He didn't expect the other party to say such words that could see through the essence.

But after thinking about it, Ji Yangzi understood it because although his grandson was young, he had been in the mysterious army led by Yun Longjiu for many years, and he suffered too many life and death hardships.

Thinking of this, Ji Yangzi couldn't help feeling a deep sense of guilt. If he could find his grandson earlier, the other party would not have experienced life and death that he shouldn't have experienced at this age.

After thinking about it, Ji Yangzi couldn't help but sigh, looked at Wang Le guiltily, and said slowly: "Good grandson, you have suffered for the years. If you have grandpa here in the future, you won't have to work so hard."

Deep inside Wang Le's heart, he was instantly hit by the old man's words, and his eyes couldn't help but turn red.

Taking a deep breath, Wang Le suppressed the sad thoughts in his heart, and showed a bright smile and said to Ji Yangzi: "Just get used to it."

Ji Yangzi felt sore on his nose and said bitterly: "Just get used to it. You shouldn't have suffered these pains. It's all the fault of our elders!"

At this time, Wang Le shook his head and didn't want to continue talking about this topic because it was too heavy!

Immediately, Wang Le forced a forced smile and took the initiative to change the topic and asked: "Grandpa, let's go to Nanhuaguan now?"

Ji Yangzi nodded and replied: "That's right, let's go back to Nanhuaguan now. You can't stay here for a long time. After all, if you make such a big noise, it will definitely attract attention."

After saying that, Ji Yangzi was about to step forward and grab Wang Le's arm, intending to leave the ground, and fly quickly to Nanhuaguan.

At this time, Wang Le quickly said, "Grandpa, these people's natal magic weapons cannot be wasted."

After saying that, Wang Le was about to go over and pick them up one by one, but Ji Yangzi smiled and stopped him, "No need, as my Ji Yangzi's grandson, even if your grandfather sells his money in the future, your cultivation resources will be indispensable!"

Then Ji Yangzi returned to his true colors and said, "These natal magic weapons are not good. Although they can be re-furnished and forged and extracted some refining materials, their effect has been reduced."

Wang Le nodded with a slight understanding. Although he felt sorry, he still obeyed his grandfather's words and did not pick up the natal magic weapons that fell on the ground.

Immediately, Ji Yangzi grabbed Wang Le's arm and stopped stopping. He jumped up on the ground and rushed into the sky.

Wang Le easily supported the Vajra Glass cover to resist the turbulent wind in the sky.

After seeing his grandson's ancient defense technique, Ji Yangzi couldn't help but show a hint of surprise.

With his stingy eyes, of course, he saw that his grandson's ancient defense technique was extraordinary.

However, Ji Yangzi didn't ask much, anyway, there's time in the future.

When Ji Yangzi identified the direction and led Wang Le to Nanhuaguan, he saw Young Master Wang suddenly asked, "Grandpa, how long does it take for us to arrive at Nanhuaguan?"

"Three hours are enough." Ji Yangzi replied with a smile.
Chapter completed!