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Time flies, and a week passes by, Feicheng has entered the early spring season. The clothes the girls wear on the road gradually begin to become colorful, becoming more charming and charming, spring is really coming. [Ran^Wen^Book Library]

During these days, Wang Le spent nine to five years at home and Liming community, handling all kinds of affairs of the company, preparing for expanding his career map in the near future. When he had nothing to do, he would chat and have fun with Miss Mu, who was far away in the capital online or on the phone, and live the same life as ordinary office workers in the city.

During this period, after the opening of the main store of Jiangnan, the first branch was officially opened. Xie Laoyao, Wu Liang, Li Tao and other friends with Wang Le were present to congratulate him, and it was another lively.

All of this seemed so calm, but Wang Le knew that this was just the calm before the storm came. He seemed to hear a train on the southwest border rumbling, whistling and starting the journey north.

Nicely, Wang Le felt that besides this, there should be something else waiting for him. The storm may be even greater at that time, and a shadow was cast in his heart.

Time and space change. When Wang Le was enjoying the peace before the storm was approaching, an old man with a medium-sized, fifty-year-old hair, a little hunched, a rosy and tender face, and a fine lined corner of his eyes was wearing a thin gray cloth jacket and a pair of same gray pants. He stepped on a pair of black military boots covered with mud, and stood at the top of the mountain with his hands on his back. His dull eyes narrowed slightly, looking at the sky in the north, he was a little dazzled.

At this time, a young man with a 22 or 3-year-old shaved head, tall and strong figure, light eyebrows, big eyes, tall nose, shirtless, wearing camouflage pants and military boots, slowly climbed to the top of the mountain and walked to the old man.

"Qilin, are you ready?" The old man did not look back, but still looked at the north, and said lightly without any trace of fireworks.

The young man named Qilin paused, and a trace of light flashed across his bottomless eyes as if he had cut through the night. He said respectfully: "Master, I am looking forward to this battle."

Since then, the two of them stood quietly on the top of the mountain. The mountain wind blew the cloth shirts on their bodies. The old man seemed to have turned into an immortal and wanted to step on the clouds.

"He is the only strongest warrior who can win every battle since the establishment of this army. Because he has unlimited potential, he can turn danger into a bargain whenever he is in desperate situations. In this world of killing, the imperial throne is an invincible myth, so I gave him a real dragon tattoo and fly away from the nine heavens. "

The old man seemed to have fallen into the short but extremely glorious period of time that belonged to the throne, and said in admiration and regret.

Qilin heard his mentor's admiration for the senior emperor whom he had never met, and his fighting spirit was full of energy and disturbing the surrounding mountain wind. He knew that the emperor had started listening to the legends about those emperors from the first day he came here, sweeping across the five continents and all seas, accumulating corpses and blood, never defeating, becoming the brightest star in this killing world, and no one could cover his light!

"His invincibility is too short, only more than two years, I can do it." Qilin said with a little dissatisfied tone.

The old man turned around and looked at Qilin. His eyes that saw through the vicissitudes of time showed a smile and said, "But he has become the most powerful soldier in this army in less than half a year. He is the fastest-progressing one among so many people I have trained, because God has given him an unparalleled physique, and he can withstand the cruelest devil training in the world, but you, not."

Qilin was so excited that he was so angry that he wanted to put on his wings, flew up from the top of the mountain, and went straight to the capital to compete with the emperor!

Seeing that the Qilin's fighting spirit had been completely aroused, the old man showed a meaningful smile and said, "I thought you would win my mantle and win the throne by 70%, but after seeing the snake, the 70% had become half the winner."

"Why?" Qilin was stunned, and his heart was filled with turmoil. His mentor's words must have been based on some foundation, otherwise he would not have said this.

The old man showed emotion and said, "The Emperor is a person with great luck. I must have had another opportunity. Now I can't estimate his strength."

"So what? Even if there is a huge opportunity, it won't be possible, because his sword has already returned to the sheath and is dull. The sword in my Qilin's hand has just returned from the battlefield and is in full swing!" Qilin's eyes showed a look of confidence and arrogance, and he retorted.

Hearing the confident words of this disciple who inherited his legacy, the old man did not comment and did not say more, but walked down the mountain.

"Tomorrow, let's go to the capital together."

After the old man dropped this sentence, his body flashed and disappeared into the air. The speed was astonishing, and the Qilin was no longer accustomed to it.

"Imperial, your invincible golden body will be broken by my Qilin. I am the strongest ace of this era!"

Standing on the top of the mountain, Qilin did not go down the mountain, but came to the position where his mentor was before, looked north, and said in a low voice.

"The sword of the imperial throne will never be dull."

The old man who had already reached the foot of the mountain turned around and looked at the top of the mountain, shook his head and smiled. After saying this to himself, he couldn't help but look forward to what kind of style the throne of the throne would have after many years of separation.

At this moment, the old man thought that from the day the throne of the throne joined the army, whether it was training or performing dangerous tasks, he would fight back with victory every time in his doubtful eyes.

"Little bastard, are you still ready to use victory to hit me in the face like you did back then?" A trace of twisted and crazy excitement flashed in the old man's eyes, muttering to himself in his heart, looking forward to the upcoming trip to the capital.

Of course, Wang Le, who was far away in Jiangnan, did not know that the opponent he was about to meet was already full of fighting under the old guy's words, and vowed to break Wang Le's imperial myth.

That night, when Wang Le and Xu Xingen finished their meal and sent the other party home, they did not dare to enter her boudoir and went home directly. Because the warning that Miss Mu, who was far away in the capital, was still heard, Wang Le didn't expect to make the relationship uncontrollable at that time.

When Wang Le returned home, his mind was still swaying in his mind, Xu Xingen's resentful eyes couldn't help feeling uncomfortable all over.

As for Xu Xingen's feelings towards him, Wang Le was not a fool, and he knew very well, but when he thought of Mu Xiyan, and Yu Sha, who was in a friendly relationship, and Young Master Wang was really overwhelmed. If he wanted to get in touch with Xu Xingen again, it would be like the Yellow River flooding and it would be out of control.

"Brother, why do you look frowning? Are you worried that the junior is too awesome? You can't beat him?"
Chapter completed!