He Has a Dragon

After Wang Le shouted, an old man and a young man, more than two meters apart, still stood motionless on the stone steps and paths in the mountains at night. ebook. jiangcao． com

At this time, Wang Le was already wary of the white-haired old man who suddenly appeared in front of him, but he didn't show it on his face.

"Young man, meeting each other means we are destined to meet each other. I'm feeling a bit nervous tonight." The white-haired old man said in a leisurely manner, still smiling.

Wang Le shrank his eyes and stared at the old man blocking the path down the mountain.

"You know I know Kung Fu?" Wang Le asked in a deep voice.

The white-haired old man hummed without denying it, and then said: "As long as I can survive three moves in the old man's hands, I will get out of the way."

Wang Le narrowed his eyes slightly, looked at the other person up and down and said, "Is it purely because of your technical itch that you want to compete with the boy?"

The white-haired old man chuckled and replied: "That's right, so you don't need to think too much. Things in this world are often so simple. It's just that people's hearts are complicated and they are complicated by thinking too much."

After a pause, the white-haired old man changed the topic and continued: "But before that, I want to know something!"

Wang Le raised his eyebrows, showing a sneer, and said in his heart: "Finally the fox's tail is revealed."

While thinking about it, Wang Lepi smiled and asked straight to the point: "Tell me, what's the matter?"

The white-haired old man standing below had his hands behind his back. When he opened and closed his eyes to look at Wang Le, his light occasionally flashed and he began to ponder.

After about ten seconds like this, the white-haired old man finally asked: "A few days ago, I saw a martial arts master who looked in his fifties and had a long beard. Like you, he came to worship. They all share the same tombstone, who is he to you?"

Of course Wang Le knew that the person the old man described was Grandpa Jiyang, but his face showed confusion. He shook his head and replied: "I have never seen the person you are talking about."

After a pause,

Wang Le continued to deny: "I really have no impression of this person, not to mention that he is a martial arts practitioner, which is even more incredible, because the martial arts practitioner I know is not related to my mother, why would I come here to worship her? Old man.”

While Wang Le denied that he didn't know Grandpa Jiyang, he was also thinking secretly: "I'm so stupid. I don't even know you, an old bastard who came out of nowhere and doesn't know your enemies or friends. Why should you tell the truth?" ,snort!"

At this time, the white-haired old man froze for a moment, and suddenly he could no longer laugh. A pair of eyes began to examine Wang Le to determine whether what he said was true or false.

"Boy, don't open your eyes and tell lies. If you want to be cunning in front of me, you are still very young."

As soon as the white-haired old man spoke, he, who was originally like an ordinary old man in the field, suddenly exuded a compelling aura, like a huge ocean wave, one after another, rushing directly towards Wang Le who was standing above him.

Wang Le snorted coldly, his originally gentle face suddenly became as hard as iron, and the overwhelming anger contained in his body burst out in an instant, and he faced him forward without fear, not retreating even an inch!

"Huh!" The old man made a sound of surprise, and a look of admiration flashed in his eyes. He didn't expect that a little guy would have such a strong momentum, and he would not lose in the confrontation with him!

"I didn't expect that such a young man would have so many lives on his hands and be so evil. It's really rare."

The old man looked up at Wang Le who was standing upwind, laughed again, and said slowly, with unconcealed appreciation in his words.

At this time, Wang Le muttered secretly in his heart: "I'm really speechless. I'm just quarreling with this old man."

At the same time, the helpless look in Wang Le's eyes flashed away. Because until now, he still couldn't figure out the depth of the old man in front of him, so instead of talking, could he take the initiative to beat the old man to death?

Of course it's impossible!

God knows if he does it, it will be him, Wang Le, who is beaten to the point where his own mother doesn’t even recognize him!

So, can you not be helpless? !

Thinking of this, Wang Le felt more and more how important it was to improve his own strength. Otherwise, there would be nothing he could do if he encountered such a disgusting thing like being blocked in the road!

"I really don't know the person you're asking about, and I don't even bother to lie. As for whether you believe it or not, I believe it anyway."

Wang Le, whose face was gloomy, his eyes a little red, and his whole body was wrapped in anger, still wanted to lie to the end. While continuing to deny, he also said in his heart: "Old man, you want to bluff me, hey, the door None!"

At this time, the white-haired old man's smile faded and he asked again: "You really don't know me?"

Wang Le snorted, looked impatient, and replied angrily: "Believe it or not, do it quickly. It's getting late. I have to drive a long way tomorrow, but I don't want to lose my energy by then!"

The white-haired old man chuckled, ignoring Wang Le's impatience, and then asked: "Aren't you at all curious why I asked you if you know that person?"

Young Master Wang snorted and replied: "As the old saying goes, curiosity killed the cat. You are in your youth and want to live for a few more years. Besides, I don't know that person, so of course I have no interest in knowing what happened between you and him. There’s something involved.”

The white-haired old man shook his head and said: "I don't care whether you know him or not, but since it is a fact that that person worshiped your mother, he must have an inseparable relationship with you."

After a pause, a look of anger appeared on the white-haired old man's face, and he said in a very unlucky voice: "He stole my things."

"Ah?" Wang Le: ""

Young Master Wang never thought there would be such a wonderful turn of events!

Finally, Young Master Wang threw out the question of curiosity killing the cat. He couldn't help but ask the white-haired old man: "Um, what was stolen from you?" "

The white-haired old man replied with a pained look on his face: "You don't understand even if I tell you!"

"Uh!" Wang Le scratched his head, and the anger in his body subsided, and then calmly defended his grandfather: "Why do you always think that that person stole it?"

The white-haired old man snorted coldly and said: "Because he was the only stranger who went up the mountain that day, and he wanted to steal my things. How could it be so easy to steal without two or three methods?!"

After a pause, the white-haired old man continued in a deep voice: "When that man was worshiping on the mountain that day, I took a quick look at him and knew he was a peerless master, but I didn't expect him to commit such a theft. !!!”

Wang Le: ""

"Grandpa really stole it, right?" Wang Le thought, still a little disbelieving in his heart, because in his eyes, Grandpa Jiyang was a martial arts master with a high-level image, how could he do this? This kind of stupid thing is like stealing. But facts speak louder than words, and Mr. Wang gradually began to doubt