Wang Le has long been accustomed to the awe and amazement of the people around him, so he has no sense of pride or elatedness.

What's more, killing that mid-level martial arts master was successful by relying on the artifact butterfly. For Wang Le, there was no sense of accomplishment at all.

So Wang Le did not continue to stay for a long time. After briefing the entire fierce battle to the head Ji Yinzi, grandfather Ji Yang and others, he then took the opportunity to leave with excuses of exhaustion and disappeared from everyone's sight.

As for the remaining finale, such as the bodies of the powerful men falling in the mountains that need to be collected, of course, Wang Le doesn't need to work hard. He has the head of the sect and the elders to clean up.

Wang Le also believed that they were willing to do such things, because there must be many treasures on these powerful corpses. After all, they are all powerful martial arts earth-level powerhouses, and even the early-stage strong corpses of the martial arts heaven-level powerhouses who were not bombarded by the artifact butterflies, and are now lying there.

Back to the point, Wang Le, who had successfully retired, immediately locked himself in the bedroom and rested for a while after returning to his residence.

In this way, it was not until the next morning that Wang Le, who had recovered from the rest and recovered from the meditation after a night of rest, woke up from the entrance to the mansion.

At this time, Ji Yang, who had been waiting in the front hall for a long time, quickly left his seat and stood up, asking with concern: "How is your physical condition? What harm did you suffer when fighting with those experts from Cihang Jingzhai yesterday?"

Wang Le smiled slightly and replied indifferently: "With the artifact butterfly in hand, it will be difficult for grandson to get hurt even if he wants to be injured. It's just that he has been chasing those martial arts powerful men in a row, which makes him a little tired."

"Now after a good night's rest, my grandson has recovered almost."

Then Wang Le looked at the butler Li Hongru who was standing not far away and ordered: "Uncle Li, hurry up and get me some food. Since I came back yesterday, I have never eaten yet!"

Li Hongru just nodded and was about to leave the front hall to go to the kitchen when he saw Ji Yang speaking to Wang Le: "Don't be busy eating now. Last night, the disciple of the Shanghai Master came over and told me that your natal magic weapon has been released."

"In order not to disturb your rest, I finally told you until now that we should go to Master Hai's place now!"

"It's finally refined." Wang Le couldn't help but show joy on his face and said with a smile.

Then Wang Le shook his head and smiled, "The food should not be disappointed, not to mention that my grandson is a little hungry now, so I'd better wait until I fill my stomach before going to Master Hai's place!"

"Uh!" Ji Yang said speechlessly: "Sun, that's your natal magic weapon!"

Wang Le smiled and said, "Anyway, the magic weapon in his own life cannot escape, so there is no difference between going early and going late."

Speaking of this, Wang Le did not forget to send Li Hongru to the kitchen to get some food.

Seeing this, Jiyang could only shake his head helplessly, and then he called Wang Le to sit down and talk.

When Wang Le sat at the table and poured a cup of tea for himself, Ji Yang couldn't hide his emotions and said with an excited smile: "When yesterday, when we were collecting the bodies of those powerful people in Cihang Jingzhai, our Nanhuaguan was a great fortune by our grandson."

Wang Le shook his head with regret and said, "It's a pity that he couldn't stop at that time. The mid-stage martial arts Heavenly Stage could only be killed by a magical artifact butterfly. Otherwise, there would definitely be more treasures on this person."

Jiyang's eyelids twitched slightly, thinking that his grandson had enough confidence to say such things.

Then Wang Le smiled again, and then said, "But this time my grandson completely hurt Cihang Jingzhai, and two early-stage Heavenly Levels and one mid-stage Heavenly Levels were killed in one go. In addition to the two earlier, there were a total of five heavenly level strongmen who died at my hands."

"This is Cihang Jingzhai with a deep foundation. If five heavenly-level powerful people die, they will have to withstand it. If you replace other slightly worse Taoist sects, even if you want to die five heavenly-level powerful people, it may not be enough!"

Ji Yang nodded and said with a smile: "Even if Cihang Jingzhai can withstand it, five heavenly powerhouses fell in one go. Not to mention that their vitality is severely damaged, at least they will be damaged."

"If those women in Cihang Jingzhai still want to get a share of the chaotic world of the martial arts world, they will definitely not cause trouble for our Nanhuaguan in a short period of time, but will concentrate on competing for the cultivation resources of the martial arts world. Otherwise, time will not wait for anyone, step by step, and in the end they will only be in vain and get nothing."

Wang Le nodded without objection to agree. After all, he had already considered these things before taking action, so he would not destroy all the heavenly powerhouses that would violate the future.

If it weren't for the woman Fei Yuxuan's last broken arm to survive and creating a strange and inexplicable white flame that made people feel afraid, no one of the earth-level powerful men affiliated to Cihang Jingzhai would have thought of running away.

Just as the old and the young talked in detail, the housekeeper Li Hongru and the mute servant served a lot of food. Wang Le did not continue to talk and picked up the chopsticks and started eating.

Seeing this, Jiyang had to sit aside and drink tea and wait patiently.

There was nothing to say during the meal. After a while, Wang Le, who had eaten clean, drank some tea with satisfaction, then stood up and followed his grandfather Jiyang to the place where Hai Wuya lived...

When Wang Le saw Hai Wuya again after more than half a month, the other party was thinner than before, and his whole spirit was not much better. Compared with the serious injury and dying condition, it was not much worse.

Obviously, over the past few days, Hai Wuya has spent a lot of energy on his own in order to successfully refine the natal magic weapon Wang Le needed, otherwise he would not have become miserable here.

Wang Le couldn't help but think in his heart: "I made it like this, I hope the refined natal magic weapon will not disappoint me, otherwise I would have spent so much effort to cure the old disease in this old guy's body and the massive amount of high-quality source stones I sent out, but I would have lost a lot."

Thinking of this, Wang Le was somewhat looking forward to the natal magic weapon that Hai Wuya had been refining for himself over the past half month.

Just when Wang Lexin was thinking about it, Hai Wuya stared at the other party with blood-colored eyes and smiled: "I heard that Xiaoyou Wang showed his might yesterday, and the masters of Cihang Jingzhai who were attacking him would be killed without leaving any armor. It's really gratifying!"

After pausing, Hai Wuya continued: "It seems that my life in Nanhuaguan will be much more stable in the future."
Chapter completed!