Of course, Wang Le did not expect that he could use his natal flying sword in the future and take the heads of a person from a thousand miles away.

But if you work hard a few dozen miles away, you should still be able to do it.

In this way, after Wang Le followed the steps mentioned by Hai Wuya, he suddenly threw the flying sword in his natal magic weapon in his hand as he moved.

Then the flying sword, the top-quality natal magic weapon, quickly shrank, and turned into a mini-shaped flying sword.

Following Wang Le's mouth without hesitation, he saw the flying sword shrinking into a miniature shape flying into his mouth extremely accurately under the control of his spiritual sense, and then quickly swallowed into his dantian.

Immediately, Wang Le, who looked inside the Dantian through his spiritual consciousness, found that after entering the Dantian, the flying sword began to consciously circle the purple-gold spherical object, like a communication satellite, establishing an invisible connection with it.

Wang Le didn't think there was anything wrong with this indescribable feeling, because if this continued, he would continue to strengthen his connection with his natal flying sword, easier to control it, and better exert his power.

Of course, this first-class natal magic weapon flying sword that has just been refined will definitely not be useful in a short period of time. It can only be nourished by using water to slowly cultivate it.

"Let's look at it in the future. I hope I won't let me down then." Wang Le thought silently in his heart.

As he thought about it, Wang Le showed a look of satisfaction on his face, and then he looked at Hai Wuya, who was sitting opposite him and smiled: "With this top-quality natal magic weapon flying sword, I will learn the sword inheritance of Nanhuaguan in the next day. At that time, it will complement each other and exert the maximum power of this flying sword."

Before he could think about it, Hai Wuya, who was distracted, responded, and saw Hai Xiaoyue, the disciple standing beside him, finally couldn't help but feel curious and asked tentatively: "Brother Wang, I see that your essence and blood seem to be a little different!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Hai Wuya, who had just come to his senses, immediately turned his head and glared at his disciples, then turned around and looked at Wang Le apologetically and said, "I don't know the truth, please don't be surprised by my disciple."

A flash of light flashed in Wang Le's eyes, and he immediately realized that the so-called uniqueness should be his own drops of golden blood that aroused others' curiosity.

Then he saw Wang Le laughing and shook his head as if he didn't want to talk too much, saying, "Hundreds of rice raise hundreds of people. There has never been two identical leaves in the world, so everyone should be unique. Of course, I, Wang Le, wouldn't be an accident."

"Uh!" Although Hai Xiaoyue was glared by his master just now, she still couldn't help rolling her eyes, thinking that Wang Le is really nonsense, obviously having problems with his essence and blood, but she was vague. Judging from the left and right, it is really despising.

Although he was unwilling to talk about the golden color in his blood, Wang Le couldn't help but hesitate when he saw Hai Wuya's expression of being eager to speak.

Because Wang Le has always been a huge confusion that cannot be solved deep in his heart. He has no idea whether such a change is good or bad for himself, whether there will be hidden dangers, etc.

After all, along the way, whether it was the blood tattoo of the mysterious python, the experience of having a blood exchange in front of the tomb of Wang Xiaodie, the mother of Fushan, or the space at the bottom of the border lake, the ball of Zhujiu blood invaded his body, all of which completely changed Wang Le's original bloodline and was no longer as simple as it was at the beginning.

Thinking of this, Wang Le made a decision in his heart, and then looked at Hai Wuya with a look of expression and said, "Master Hai has anything to say. Even if you speak, it's okay to say it."

"Cough!" Hai Wuya cleared his throat, then looked at Wang Le meaningfully and said softly: "I didn't expect that Xiaoyou Wang from the world of the world has such noble bloodline. It really surprised me."

Speaking of this, Hai Wuya couldn't help but look at Ji Yang sitting beside him, and a hint of surprise appeared on his face.

At this time, Ji Yang obviously saw through Hai Wuya’s thoughts, and showed a wry smile on his face and said, “Master Hai, my bloodline is average, not noble.”

"Oh?" Hai Wuya was slightly stunned, and then said thoughtfully: "It seems that the bloodline of Wang Xiaoyou's father is extraordinary."

Wang Le's eyelids twitched and he said speechlessly: "Master Hai is clearer. Is there any problem with the noble bloodline?"

After a pause, Wang Le did not forget to add: "The blood below will appear golden, and it has no relationship with the bloodline of his parents."

"Uh!" Hai Wuya was stunned, then shook his head with disbelief and said, "Bloodliness is destined innately, and cannot be changed at all after tomorrow."

Ji Yang, who was sitting aside, nodded in agreement, then frowned deeply at Wang Le, and asked, "Grandson, your blood is golden and has nothing to do with your parents, who does that have to do with you?"

At this time, Wang Le's face was still shook his head and said, "Whether you believe it or not, the reason why my blood appears golden is indeed because of the successive opportunities later."

After a pause, Wang Le continued: "As for the details of the opportunities, it is of great importance, please forgive me. I cannot disclose more here."

Although Hai Wuya and Jiyang were very curious, they were unwilling to reveal it when they saw Wang Le, so they were very conscious and did not ask questions anymore, and nodded to express their understanding.

Then Wang Le looked at Hai Wuya and asked, "Master Hai, is there any saying in the so-called noble bloodline? I have never heard of this word before!"

Hai Wuya glanced at Jiyang and saw Jiyang laughing and said, "Master Hai, you are very knowledgeable, so let's talk about it! Besides, I don't know much about bloodlines, I only know a little bit of it."

Hai Wuya nodded and said no, then took over the topic and followed Wang Le and asked, "I don't know that Xiaoyou Wang has heard of the successor of the dragon in the secular world."

"Uh!" Wang Le was stunned at first, then nodded and replied with a smile: "Of course I have heard of it. From childhood to adulthood, both the books I studied and the customs and legends around me told me that we Chinese people are descendants of the dragon."

After a pause, Wang Le continued: "When the border was fighting with vampires some days ago, there was a real dragon embroidered on the flag of the alliance army. Someone once told me that this is because the origin of the human race in the martial arts world lies in the ancient divine beast True Dragon."

Speaking of this, Wang Le couldn't help asking: "Is this bloodline related to the real dragon?"
Chapter completed!