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Wang Le's eyes were sharp, like sharp arrows, looking back and forth at the fat hunchback and the male thief.

Just now, he deliberately ignored the fat hunch, grabbed antique cultural relics and was stolen, provoking the male thieves, making their already lost minds even more unable to calm down. It is precisely to create a situation of confrontation between the three parties and thereby alleviate the suspicion of stealing the natal magic weapons of these two people.

To be precise, it is to let Fat Camel and the male thief have no time to calm down and guess who has stolen his natal magic weapon.

Because of the scene, only Wang Le had this strength and means to steal his natal magic weapon without realizing it under their noses.

Although there is no evidence for all this, there is no need for many things in the world, let alone old foxes like fat hunches and male thieves.

As long as they believe that Wang Le is the most suspicious, they would rather kill him by mistake than let him go.

It was only after Wang Le that he realized this after stealing the natal magic weapon of Fat Camel and the male thief. So in a few words, he aroused the anger of the two, making them always think about fighting to vent their pain and depression deep in their hearts.

At this time, the fat hunch in the field had a gloomy face, but he was sneering in his heart and thought: "I am worried about using some excuse to kill you little bastard to prevent Nanhuaguan from gaining a monster genius and thus rising in the future. Unexpectedly, at the moment when the natal magic weapon was lost, you kid came to your door, hum!"

The fat tufter had already made the worst plan, that is, his natal magic weapon, mace, could no longer be found. If Wang Le appeared here, he would hit the opponent.

"When I kill you, the monster, and prevent the rise of Nanhuaguan, it is to make great contributions to the sect. At that time, the huge rewards will be enough to offset the loss of the natal magic weapon."

Just as the fat hunch was constantly making up for his wishful thinking, the eyes exposed on the male thief's mask were flashing with endless regret and bitterness.

It can be said that this operation to steal antique cultural relics from the private club No. 1993 did not take anything away, but instead lost the natal magic weapon that was cultivating with his own life. He really accompanied his wife and lost his troops.

"This kid in front of me is not simple. My natal magic weapon is lost, and it is very likely that it will not be related to him!" The male thief swept towards Wang Le, who was surrounded by arrogance and was imposing in his heart.

There have always been many smart people in the world, few stupid people, let alone old world like fat hunches and male thieves, with empty eyelashes. It is obviously difficult for Wang Le to play with them in his palms.

Look, the little abacus in their hearts was a chorus, not as emotionally out of control as it was on the surface.

Of course, Wang Le knew this, so when the three of them confronted each other, their strong auras pressed against each other and remained silent, he took the lead and went directly to the battle, no longer giving them time to think!

Because after all, who has the biggest fist is the kingly way, and everything else is false!

What Wang Le has always flattered is this unbreakable truth!

"Boy, even if you are as beautiful as a monster, but a monster who died is useful for a young monster, I will take the head of your neck today!"

While the fat hunch's heart roared, his murderous intent suddenly surged up, and he waved his palm with a fierce look on his face, facing the iron fist that Wang Le hit directly.

Seeing that the two of them were the first to fight together, the male thief was about to retreat and tried to wait and see, but unexpectedly, the moment Wang Le and Fat Camelite fists and palms were intersecting, they moved towards him.

What made the male thief even more depressed was that Wang Le and Fat Camel seemed to have a tacit understanding, and each threw out a leg whip, swept across his waist and thighs and knees, which was absolutely cruel and ruthless, completely breaking the male thief's thoughts of watching the fire from the other side of the river.

For a moment, the three people in the yard used their ancient defense techniques and turned on the defense covers of different colors. The rabbits and falcons rose and fell to form a group of people.

Wang Le is born brave and unstoppable like a golden warrior. His fists turn into a golden angry dragon, turning the rivers and seas, letting go of his hands and feet to attack the fat hunch and the male thief with all his strength.

The fat hunch was unwilling to give in. After losing his natal magic weapon, his flesh-like body became the most powerful weapon. In the battle group, he rushed around like a hob, and was not afraid of being injured at all.

In the eyes of the onlookers, the male thief was like a banished immortal who fell from the mortal world. He had no killing spirit in every move and gesture.

Wang Le and Fat Turtle, as the parties involved, did not think so, because the male thief's seemingly undestructive moves, but in fact they were all flaws exposed to them, which caused the offensive he had just launched to die in the middle and had to return to defense, otherwise it would be a serious injury.

As time passed, the three of them became more and more intense, and they all turned red in their eyes. The male thief finally showed a ferocious killing intention, no longer as he had before.

As the innate power in their respective dantians was frantically output, they were constantly consumed as a result of a repeated move.

Wang Le has never practiced the ancient martial arts skills, and can only rely on his strong body and the moves between fists and feet to dominate with his strength!

This made the fat tumbler and the male thief suffer all the hardships. Once they accidentally got punched by Young Master Wang, the light-shining defense cover would tremble.

When the melee was in full swing, the male thief was completely shocked. The storm waves that stirred up in his heart could not calm down. He said in disbelief: "This kid is so evil. It's fine if his physical strength is so strong. What's going on with his innate power? The ancient defense technique I used is about to be broken by him! What's even more terrible is that this innate power is too erosive and weird, and it keeps destroying the meridians in my body!"

"And how old is this kid? But the martial arts combat power he showed was in the late stage of the Xuan level. How could such a monster appear in the world? I have lived all my life. Today I am really a damn dog. When I encounter such a strange thing that the sun hits the west!"

Thinking of this, the male thief became increasingly suspicious that his loss of his natal magic weapon was inseparable from Wang Le.

Because in his eyes, it is really against common sense that such a young man of the late Xuan level emerged in the secular world, who is so old that he is a kid in the late Xuan level. Even if Tian Jiao emerges and has many talents, there are only a handful of people who can compete with Wang Le.

What followed was that the male thief felt that the natal magic weapon was thrown too strangely and too suddenly and strangely, and the young man named Wang Le in front of him was also a strange existence.

If it weren't for this kid's stolen, would there be someone else?
Chapter completed!