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Although he believed that Wang Le would not have such a situation, he was indeed born with a wild path. Without the guidance of a famous teacher, he would inevitably go wrong, which would lead to the unreliable foundation of martial arts.

After a while of silence, Zhuang Ruixiong looked at Jiang Chao, put on a serious expression and said, "Senior Brother Jiang, I can't tell you why, but I always feel that Wang Le is not that simple. When he enters the martial arts world in the future, as long as he has enough time to grow, I believe that this kid is like in this Sijiu City, turning his hands to clouds and rain, and continuing his invincible myth."

After saying that, Zhuang Ruixiong put down the empty cup that had been gone without tea in his hand, stood up, bowed to Jiang Chao, and then turned around and walked outside the room.

After a night of rest, Wang Le replenished the innate power consumed by fighting with Luo Junyan and Li Junior Brother Li at the Triumph Senior Club last night, and further stabilized his internal injuries.

Under the shade of the trees in the courtyard, Wang Le, who had breakfast, was lying on a rattan chair, closing his eyes and pretending to sleep.

Xiao Yuanfang left home to work early in the morning, and Ning Bizhi in the room did not come out to disturb him.

As for the little aunt Lulu who is still in the summer camp, she has to spend some days before she can come back. Only Xiaobian, who is snow-white all over, lying comfortably on Wang Le's chest, snoring leisurely. The saliva in her mouth had already soaked the white sweatshirt on Young Master Wang's body.

Wang Le turned a blind eye to this and still let Wangcai lie on his chest, enjoying such a peaceful and beautiful time.

But good times don't last long, and good times are always short because Li Mubai is here.

"Oh, this little life is good." As soon as Li Mubai stepped into the yard, he saw Wang Le lying on a chair under the shade of the tree from afar, and then he joked with a smile.

I saw that Young Master Wang, who was lying on the rattan chair, still closed his eyes and opened it with no use. He said lazily: "Don't go to the Three Treasures Palace without any trouble, don't go around the corner. Just straight to the point, I'm not thinking about it now."

"Uh" Li Mubai touched his nose, walked to Wang Le with helplessness, looked down at the other party and said, "Last night, you guy made too much trouble, someone is going to cause trouble for you."

Wang Le's eyes suddenly opened, murderous aura flashed through her inside, and the lazy feeling on her body was swept away. Her sword eyebrows frowned and asked, "Who"

Immediately, Wang Le did not continue to lie on the chair and stood up straight, waiting for Li Mubai's answer.

When Li Mubai said, "Fat Camel, he is one of the two leaders who entered the Red Wall and served as the escort work."

Wang Le's pupils tightly shrank, and he immediately became vigilant. Then he looked at Li Mubai and asked, "How is the martial arts cultivation?"

Li Mubai replied without hesitation: "The middle stage of the martial arts Xuan level has been many years, and now he is only a short distance away from achieving the late stage of the martial arts Xuan level."

Before Wang Le continued to ask, Li Mubai then further introduced: "Luo Junyan and Li Qiang are Fat Turtle's junior brothers. Last night, you injured these two people at the Triumph Club, plus Huang Daqian before. Fat Turtle has always been narrow-minded and extremely short-sighted, so he must come to your door to find the place and maintain the face of his own sect."

Although Wang Le's expression did not change at this time, he knew from Li Mubai that the person who was in trouble with him would be a mid-stage martial arts master, and he was already complaining in his heart.

Because his injuries have not yet been fully healed, it will take some days to recover.

"I'll get it. I finally got rid of the trouble of Hong Buer for a while. I was worried about how to completely destroy the Hong family, but I didn't expect that another guy with martial arts cultivation was comparable to Hong Buer for a long time. I've really suffered eight lifetimes."

Wang Le's thoughts changed, and his expressionless face completely pulled down, and the dark clouds covered his head.

At this moment, Wang Le hated Hong Burang even more. Since he met this old guy and escaped the other party, his own luck has gone wrong.

Although luck is illusory and mysterious, since Wu Xingwen and others watched fortune telling for him one after another, Wang Le no longer believed in such things like before.

"Next time, I will be seriously injured for ten years. I must kill Hong Burang, and I will never let this old bastard escape again."

Wang Le showed anger, and the hostility on his body rushed out uncontrollably. He clenched his fists and creaked, snorted coldly, and sweared in his heart.

Li Mubai, who was standing next to him, felt aroused in his heart, and he couldn't help but feel a little awe. He unconsciously took two steps back and opened the distance between him and Wang Le.

At this time, in Li Mubai's eyes, Wang Le, who was full of murderous intent and resentment, seemed to be covered in blood with his hands. No one dared to approach him, fearing that his life would be taken away.

After a while, Wang Le slowly calmed down his irritable mood, took a deep breath, returned to his calm face, and then threw an apologetic look at Li Mubai who had already stood in the distance, and then said: "Sorry, you also know that I and Hong Bu Ren fight, and the injuries in my body have not healed yet, so I can't control my emotions, please forgive me."

Seeing that Wang Le had returned to normal, Li Mubai couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, and then returned to the other party, and replied with quite understanding: "It doesn't matter. Once a warrior is injured, his mind will easily be invaded by external demons, and his emotions are fluctuating greatly."

The so-called external demon, Wang Le, of course, knew that it was external interference or what happened, which could easily cause changes in his emotions.

Of course, if he was not injured, his mind was intact and at the peak, Wang Le's mind would not be affected by external things at all. Even if he faced an opponent who was stronger than himself, he would treat him calmly and rationally.

"You are indeed as I expected, and there is no unity as I imagined," Wang Le said lightly.

Li Mubai's body stiffened, and then responded without comment: "The old saying goes, there are rivers and lakes where there are people, and this is even more so in the martial arts world. And the group of people who come to Beijing to take on the guard duty this time are not united because of the closeness and distantness between the sects. There is no need to make a fuss. When you enter Nanhuaguan one day, you will be very clear about every bit of it."

Wang Le was silent for about ten seconds at first, and suddenly turned his mind and looked at Li Mubai and asked, "Does there be many people dying in the martial arts world every day?"

Li Mubai: ""

Wang Le smiled and lay back on the rattan chair
Chapter completed!