Of course, these tea lovers who sighed and talked a lot did not know the mysterious person in their mouths. At this time, they were sitting among them calmly like an outsider.

While eating snacks slowly, Wang Le thought to himself: "Senior? I'm still in adolescence! But it's not as old as you said."

At this moment, Wang Le felt a little stressed because he learned that Duan Beiheng had escaped suspicion, but listening to the people around him sincerely praising him, it was like a surging river, and he couldn't help but feel a floating feeling in his heart.

This kind of thing is really hard to describe with words, but Wang Le is very enjoyable now.

As for the worries, it will not be too late to walk out of Juxian Teahouse after drinking tea and eating.

Just as everyone was impressed by the mysterious person who stole the flowers of Ten Thousand Beasts, two guests upstairs walked down the stairs while chatting and laughing softly.

At this time, one of the older middle-aged men saw Wang Le sitting downstairs. His smile froze on his face, and his eyes were filled with deep fear that could not be concealed.

The companion behind the middle-aged man on the stairs was a young man under 30 years old. At this time, he saw the middle-aged man walking in front of him look at Wang Le downstairs, and asked softly: "Brother Sun, what's wrong?"

The middle-aged man surnamed Sun swallowed his saliva stiffly and said slowly with fear: "Emperor!"

"What? He is the throne?" The young man was instantly excited, and his eyes lit up when he looked at Wang Le.

The middle-aged man surnamed Sun nodded with difficulty and said with certainty: "Yes, he is the throne. I didn't expect that this madman would actually come to Juque City."

The young man stared at Wang Le downstairs, and said to the middle-aged man surnamed Sun with some disdain, "Some time ago, when I returned to Baiyujing, there was a rumor that the imperial throne swept across the White Yujing Xuan List was everywhere. He could actually kill the Earth-level masters. Now, seeing this real person is just the same. I thought he had three heads and six arms!"

Just as the two people on the stairs were talking in a low voice, Wang Le, who was drinking tea downstairs, also saw someone staring at him and couldn't help but look up.

At this moment, Wang Le and the young man standing on the stairs looked at each other, and sparks seemed to splash out when they did not give in.

A hint of confusion flashed in Wang Le's eyes, because the two guys standing upstairs were very strange and had never seen them before.

"But looking at their eyes and postures, it seems that they know me." Wang Le raised his eyebrows and thought to himself in his heart.

Just when Wang Le was puzzled, the middle-aged man surnamed Sun and the young man with a little sissy appearance went down the stairs and walked directly to the front of the table where Wang Le was.

Before Wang Le could speak, the young man looked down at him and asked, "Are you the throne?"

"Uh!" Wang Le was stunned at first, and then suddenly realized that he had been wearing the disguise mask on his face with Qingyangzi.

"I'm going to get my hands on it, I'm really careless." Wang Le immediately muttered to himself speechlessly.

As his thoughts changed, Wang Le, who was sitting firmly on Diaoyutai, did not deny it. He nodded directly to the young man standing at the table and admitted: "Yes, I am the throne."

The young man looked up and down with interest at Wang Le, who was full of calmness and calmness, and chuckled: "I heard that you not only swept the Baiyujing Xuanlist master, but also used your Xuan-level cultivation to kill the martial arts masters above the level."

Before Wang Le could speak, he had already noticed that the guests here looked at Wang Le's eyes instantly became different.

"Tsk tsk! It turns out that he was the most popular throne in Baiyujing some time ago, and I really didn't see it just now."

"It is rumored that this imperial throne is cruel and ruthless, and fighting with the enemy is even more crazy. It is very famous in Bai Yujing!"

"The treasure house of Ying Zheng's underground tomb is suspected to be divided into two, and half of them are suspected to be in his hands."

………

Wang Le didn't frown when he heard the whispers around him.

When he was called the young man in front of him, he had enough mental preparation.

At this time, the middle-aged man surnamed Sun, standing next to the young man, looked at Wang Le with fear and hatred, and said in a deep voice: "Emperor, do you know who I am?"

Wang Le raised his eyebrows and replied lightly: "I don't know you."

The middle-aged man surnamed Sun snorted coldly and said, "I am Sun Lequan's clan brother!"

"Sun Lequan?" A strange color flashed in Wang Le's eyes, and he couldn't help but flashed in his mind in the basement of the Sun Mansion in Baiyujing. He used water torture to force Sun Lequan to ask about the whereabouts of the treasure house of Ying Zheng's underground tomb.

Then Wang Le nodded and responded: "I let Sun Lequan go, but he was so lucky that he suddenly died as soon as he returned."

The middle-aged man surnamed Sun suddenly looked dark and he sneered: "Although there is no evidence, everyone in Bai Yujing suspected that you went to Sun's mansion to kill my elder brother!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Wang Le's face suddenly became gloomy, and his eyes were staring at the middle-aged man surnamed Sun in a cold voice: "If you have a kind of thing, say this again. I guarantee that you will not live today's sunset!"

The middle-aged man surnamed Sun suffocated his breath in an instant, his lips tightly pursed together, and he didn't dare to say even a single word.

Because just as Wang Le's face changed, the atmosphere in the entire teahouse seemed to freeze, making people shudder.

At this time, the young man standing next to the middle-aged man surnamed Sun had a calm and lofty look, but now the sissy face has become extremely serious.

At this moment, although Wang Le was sitting in the chair of the Grand Master, his face changed, and the anger that was emitting unconsciously made people frightened.

You must know that Wang Lecai came back from the border battlefield where the bones were formed into mountains and bloody blew, and the smell of blood on his body had not completely dissipated.

The resilience of the past was easily aroused from uncontrollably because he had just returned from the battlefield, which immediately made the guys present deeply understand it.

At this moment, the entire teahouse is inquiry, even the elegant seat upstairs is no exception, and the middle-aged woman playing the guzheng in the corner has long been hiding where she has long been.

"Bang!"

Wang Le took out a low-grade source stone and threw it on the table, then stood up and turned around and walked towards the door of Juxian Teahouse. He was too lazy to look at the middle-aged man surnamed Sun and the young man with a serious expression in front of him.

"Let's wait!" the young man suddenly spoke.

Wang Le paused under his feet, and asked lightly without looking back: "What's the point?"

The young man sneered without hesitation: "Imperial, I want to challenge you!"

After a few seconds of silence, Wang Le shook his head and replied without any emotion: "You are not worthy yet."
Chapter completed!