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When Qilin learned about the innate and acquired martial arts because of his words with his mentor, he began to look forward to Wang Le coming to the Red Wall Villa early, Wang Le had already taken a car back to Xiao Yuanfang's residence. [Ran^Wen^Book Library] (Book Library (7764))

At this time, it was already dark. Wang Le sat on the sofa in the living room, brewed a cup of tea for himself, spit out the remaining blood from his mouth, and then he went to the sofa to close his eyes and calm down.

When he fought with Qilin today, at the beginning, he did not use the mysterious power in his body at all, that is, the innate power in the old man's mouth. As a result, he was hit by a punch from Qilin using the ancient method, resulting in internal injuries.

Perhaps in the eyes of outsiders, the two of them had no other attractions except for their fast speed and dizziness. In fact, they were wrong. Although each move of them was ordinary, it was the simplest killer move. As long as they were hit and replaced by others, even if they didn't die, they would lose half of their lives.

Each move is full of sufficient peak power, and the Kirin's punch is exactly like this. Otherwise, it would be really difficult to get injured with Wang Le's perverted physique.

Later, Qilin hit Wang Le's back again and the two punches were even more powerful. If it weren't for the innate power to protect the back, Young Master Wang would definitely have fallen.

Wang Le, who closed his eyes and rested, thought of the process of fighting with Qilin, and had to sigh in secret that the ancient method taught to Qilin by the old guy was really powerful. Later, he could only use his trump card to break the false eye, so that he could see through the reality and find the hidden place of Qilin. Otherwise, he could only rely on his innate power to passively be beaten. In the end, the outcome would be unpredictable, and it would only be up to who could hold on to the end.

At this time, the mysterious power in Wang Le's body (well, Mr. Wang thinks that the mysterious power is better than the innate power) kept flowing around the piece of wounded spine on the back, slowly repairing the bones with some cracks to treat the injuries.

Ten minutes later, Xiao Yuanfang returned home in another special car. When he walked into the living room, he saw drops of sweat coming out of Wang Le's forehead. He seemed to have lost his breath. He sat quietly on the sofa, and couldn't help but feel a little worried, but he didn't dare to disturb him.

Just as Xiao Yuanfang was about to leave the living room gently, Wang Le's eyes slowly opened and he smiled and said, "The situation was a bit big tonight."

The reason why Wang Le said this was because tonight along the road to the Forbidden City, the darkness was covered with troops guarding and on duty.

Xiao Yuanfang smiled and replied, "Where are five old leaders who stay where they are? Who dares to stand up and promises that they won't beat him to death."

After pausing, Xiao Yuanfang couldn't help but ask with concern: "Look at your bad complexion. Is the bottom serious just now?"

Wang Le was also very frank about his adoptive father's question, and smiled bitterly, saying, "Fortunately, there are some tricks that are safe and safe. No matter how serious the injury is, it will be fine if you rest for two days. Otherwise, the invincible sign of the throne of God will be smashed tonight by that junior."

"It's impossible not to say that the old guy's methods are unpredictable. This junior has obtained his true teachings and has been very different from the strongest aces he has cultivated in every period, including the boy. His strength has an advantage in the battle of life and death. No wonder the snake loses to him."

Xiao Yuanfang showed a thoughtful look, then looked at Wang Le with a smile and said, "It seems that the old man hasn't really figured out your trump card. The result tonight must have made him feel depressed, but you kid is a trained by him. How could he not know your real trump card?"

Wang Le smiled and said, "You think people like a boy who crawled out of a sea of ​​blood are so suspicious that they are cautious all day long, fearing that they will be punished by others. How could they not prepare a killer weapon to save their lives?"

Xiao Yuanfang couldn't help laughing when he heard Wang Le's words: "No wonder you always took it calmly before the final battle, and were not nervous at all. It turned out that you were all ready."

After pausing, Xiao Yuanfang ordered again: "Then you will rest at home in the past two days, rest assured to heal, and then go to the Red Wall Villa to visit the old man when his body is healed."

Wang Le shook his head and said, "This injury is not a problem. I didn't talk much tonight because the location is inappropriate. I will ask him for some things tomorrow."

In this way, the father and son chatted for a few more times, and they saw that it was already 1:00 a.m. before they went back to the house to rest.

When Su Zhendong and Su Nan returned home, they saw Su Yunping and Mi Hui who were returning to Beijing for a meeting, sitting in the living room waiting.

"Dad, is Wang Le okay?" Su Yunping quickly stood up and asked with concern when he saw his father come back.

At this time, Su Zhendong was feeling disgusted, and he had no intention of replying. He walked to the sofa and sat down. Su Nan, who was following behind, smiled and took the question from his uncle and replied: "Uncle, Wang Le won."

As soon as he finished speaking, Mi Hui, who was making tea for the old man, said in a flash: "There is no eye on the fist, the winner is not important, I am afraid that Wang Le's child will be injured."

"Uh!" Su Nan was afraid that his uncle would avoid the important news and not report the good news. Unexpectedly, he was discovered by his careful uncle and didn't know how to respond well.

Su Zhendong, who was sitting on the sofa, glanced at Su Yunping and his wife and replied: "Wang Le was injured, but I heard from Old Man Mu that it should be fine, and it will be fine for a few days of cultivation."

Speaking of this, Su Zhendong sighed and continued with discomfort: "How is the grandson hurt? Grandpa dare not go up to ask, and he has to learn from others. It's really ironic."

At this time, Su Nan, who was already sitting on the sofa in the lower head, comforted him: "Grandpa, I believe that Wang Le will slowly untie his heart with time, and he will definitely return to our Su family to recognize his ancestors."

When Su Zhendong heard the comfort of his eldest grandson, he couldn't help but look sad and said quietly: "By then, I, as a grandfather, have already gone to see Marx."

The three people in the living room felt sad when they heard the old man say such sad words.

After a while, Su Nan broke the silence, crossed the topic, looked at Mi Hui, and asked with concern: "I've been too busy these days. I haven't come back to see Yangyang for some days. Is his condition better?"

Mi Hui smiled and replied happily: "It's much better than before. The most obvious thing is that the pain in his body has disappeared. You can have a good night's sleep at night. The saliva in his mouth was flowing constantly, and now it's gone."

Sitting beside him, Su Yunping, who was silent, looked serious and looked happy when his son's condition improved. Then he dimmed again, with a bitter look on his face because he thought of another son, who had said that he wanted to kill his biological father, how could he be happy?

"Wang Le is now injured, and it seems that the days of treating Yangyang will have to be delayed again." Mi Hui said softly.
Chapter completed!