Barbarian Throne

After becoming a sword master, Notting Hill almost seemed like a different person. Although he looked haggard, his extremely strong self-confidence made him exude amazing personality charm.

He is not very old. He looks to be in his thirties or forties, but his actual age is less than sixty years old. Sixty years old is already an old age for ordinary people, but for masters at the level of sword masters, they are still in the Teenagers still have a long life.

Notting Hill is also an amazingly talented person. If Raf Hillman hadn't appeared, he would definitely have become a rising star in the Orcs, attracting the attention of thousands of people, and he could even break through early and become a sword master.

But the emergence of the genius Raf Hillman completely overshadowed his brilliance. In the minds of others, Notting Hill was just a stepping stone for Raf Hillman’s rise, and his severed arms also became The glory of the fangs.

I am afraid that when other orcs mention Notting Hill, their first impression is that he is a loser, and their second impression is that he is the famous Ranger Notting Hill, ignoring his amazing achievements in fighting spirit cultivation.

Only Zhang Debiao understands how talented this orc warrior who has broken his arms is. Although Rafe also understands the importance of runes for fighting spirit, Notting Hill is the first person to truly take this step.

Based on this alone, he can be called a master-level figure!

Therefore, after Notting Hill gave Zhang Debiao some pointers on the runes, Zhang Debiao did not hesitate to tell him his cultivation experience to help him get rid of his inner demons and become a sword master.

Notting Hill smiled and said: "The realm of the Sword Master is really wonderful. If you have not stepped into this realm, you will not understand the mystery inside. It is not as simple as flesh and blood rebirth. I feel that I am gradually touching another realm, innate!" "

Zhang Debiao listened quietly without interrupting. The experience of Juggernaut's breakthrough is a rare wealth for anyone who practices fighting spirit. Although the barbarians in southern Xinjiang are rich in fighting saints who are more powerful than Juggernaut, Despite historical changes, not much experience has been passed down.

"Innate is divided into three realms, the origin of life, the origin of spirit and the origin of fighting spirit. The origin of life can increase lifespan and regenerate flesh and blood, but I can't explain clearly the origin of spirit and the origin of fighting spirit, and I am still figuring it out."

Notting Hill smiled and said: "Brother Aman, you once told me that fighting spirit is God, and I am God. Now I finally fully grasp this. Speaking of which, I should really thank Raf Hillman, who cut off my Only my arms allowed me to stay in the realm of Dou Qi transformation for nine years, and only nine years of accumulation allowed me to break through and become a sword master!"

"I have been delayed for nine years in the realm of Dou Qi transformation, and the same is true for Raf. He also has an extremely deep accumulation. With his qualifications, it will not be more difficult for me to break through the Sword Master."

Zhang Debiao nodded. Raff's intelligence was even better than Notting Hill's. Even if he were killed, he would not believe that Raff could not become a sword master.

However, Zhang Debiao's own path to becoming a saint is still far away. Although his cultivation has reached the first stage of the transformation of fighting spirit and he can transform his fist intention into form, there are still two stages after the fist intention transformation.

In the second stage, the four-arm transformation is just an approximation. It does not mean that fighting spirit can only condense four arms. As long as the fighting spirit and mental strength are enough, it is not impossible to achieve a thousand hands and a thousand arms.

At the second stage, you can attack the saint realm, but what he values ​​​​more is the third stage. The third level is mysterious and unpredictable. Zhang Debiao can only guess, and it is naturally very difficult to master it.

The reason why he attaches great importance to the illusory third level is that in addition to the fact that the third level can greatly improve his strength, there is also a more important reason, which is that he wants to record his training process of becoming a fighting saint and leave it to For reference to all southern Xinjiang people.

Tanya Temple has never recorded the process of entering the Holy Fight, so it is up to him to record the process completely and complete this feat. Therefore, this feat must not leave a blank space!

"By the way, Senior Notting Hill, are there any holy-level monsters around here?"

"Of course. This is the Jingmen Aires Mountains, the most majestic mountains and rivers in the Orc Continent. There are no fewer king-level monsters than your Sunset Forest. Naturally, it can breed a few holy-level monsters. I even saw one a few days ago. A black dragon flew over the waterfall and landed on a mountain in the southeast. "

When Notting Hill said this, he paused and asked curiously: "Brother Aman, why are you asking about this?"

Zhang Debiao smiled and said: "Of course it's hunting. Brother Tai, let's go find that black dragon!"

Notting Hill was shocked. Any monster with the word dragon is not easy to mess with, especially the black dragon, which belongs to the advanced dragon species. Even if Notting Hill became a sword master, he would take a detour when encountering this black dragon. , kindly reminded: "Aman, that is a mature black dragon, a holy-level monster!"

Zhang Debiao glanced at Brother Tai who was about to make a move, and said with a smile: "It doesn't matter, I'll be sure of it if I dare to find it."

Notting Hill shook his head and said: "If it were in the past, if you dealt with this black dragon, of course I would be obliged to help you, but tomorrow is the day when the Council of Elders is held. It is still thousands of miles away from the Temple of War, and I must rush there as soon as possible."

Zhang Debiao nodded and said: "Senior, let's go first, I will be there later!"

"Aman, be careful. If you can't beat him, run away. I'll leave first!" Notting Hill jumped up and flew towards the War Temple.

Zhang Debiao watched him go away, and immediately took Brother Tai to the top of Notting Hill, where he stood on the top and looked down. The black dragon was mature and must have been extremely huge. However, Zhang Debiao searched everywhere but could not find the black dragon.

"Did that black dragon go out?" Zhang Debiao felt a little disappointed. He suddenly released his mental power and used a mental storm to bombard the mountain. After a long time, there was still no response. The barbarian shrugged. Said: "It seems that this black dragon is indeed not at home, Brother Tai, let's go..."

Before he finished speaking, a dragon power as heavy as a mountain suddenly rose from somewhere in the valley, and a huge dragon roar came: "Who is running wild in my house and disturbing others' sleep?"

"Huh? This dragon is at home!" Zhang Debiao was surprised and happy. He followed the sound and couldn't help but be stunned. He saw a black dragon that was too fat to walk, fluttering its small wings and flying panting. This black dragon was as fat as a round ball, and was pitifully small, not much bigger than Tiger. After flying from the valley to the mountain, he was so tired that he couldn't breathe, and fell to the ground with a thud. He held a stone with his left front paw and opened his mouth. Gasping for air.

"Grandma, I'm so exhausted. Were you the one who disturbed me from sleeping?" The little black dragon took a deep breath and immediately said proudly.

Zhang Debiao felt unbelievable and said: "Kid, where are your adults?"

The little fat dragon suddenly became furious, and the dragon whiskers on his lips were blown straight, and he shouted: "What do you mean, my master? I am the only dragon here!"

Zhang Debiao was extremely disappointed and waved to Brother Tai who was drooling all the time: "It turns out to be a young dragon, let's go!"

"Young dragon?" The little fat dragon was trembling with anger, and its scales were shaken so loudly that it rattled, and said angrily: "Uncle Zhagen, I am already over 1,300 years old, and am I still a young dragon?"

Zhang Debiao really couldn't see that this little thing was already over 1,300 years old, so he turned around and said to Brother Tai, "Older than you."

Brother Tai glanced at the little fat dragon Zagan with disdain, and groaned: "It has lived its entire life on its fat belly!"

The little black dragon was half-infuriated by the two of them. He had never seen anyone so brave before, and he actually dared to tease his little belly in front of him. He suddenly said in alarm: "By the way, humble human being, you What are you doing in my dragon valley?”

Zhang Debiao smiled and said, "I'll find you a new master."

"Find a new master?" Little Fat Dragon blinked his eyes, and after a while he came back to his senses and said gloomily: "What if I don't agree?"

Zhang Debiao said apologetically: "If you don't agree, then I have no choice but to kill you and take your dragon blood to improve my disciple's spiritual power."

"You are looking for death!" The little fat dragon roared from its roots, its roar was high-pitched, its little head suddenly became huge, like a hill, and it opened its huge mouth of blood and bit Zhang Debiao!

Unexpectedly, at this moment, an even bigger head suddenly appeared next to him, with a mouth full of tiger teeth, and he opened his mouth to swallow the fat dragon's head into his mouth!

The fat dragon's rooted head shrank rapidly, trying to escape from the gap between Tai Ge's teeth, and Tai Ge's head also shrank rapidly, and finally bit it tightly in his mouth, making the fat dragon flutter a pair of fleshy wings. Lapu La random shooting.

"Surrender!" The little fat dragon had a space ring on his rooted paws. With a flash of his little paw, he took out a pair of white panties from the ring, picked it up with a stick, and waved it twice.

Zhang Debiao burst out laughing. This black dragon was so interesting. He smiled and said, "Brother Tai, let it go."

Brother Tai shook his head and shut his mouth tightly.

"Quickly let go! Look, its neck is bleeding from your bite!" Zhang Debiao said angrily. Brother Tai still shook his head, unwilling to let go.

Zhang Debiao rolled his eyes and said with a smile: "If you want to eat dragons, next time I will take you to the eighth layer of the abyss, where the dragon clan gathers."

Brother Tai reluctantly opened his mouth, licked the little fat dragon's still bleeding neck with his scarlet tongue, and pretended to say: "I'll help you stop the bleeding..." As he spoke, saliva flowed down.

The little fat dragon couldn't help but shudder. Suddenly, with a bang, its size became extremely huge. Its two fleshy wings spread out, and a fifty-meter radius was covered in darkness. It roared into the sky, and said with a strange smile: "Damn tiger, I'm going to kill you." But you, I can’t outrun you? Even though I’m fat, I am the fastest flying dragon in the black dragon clan..."

Before he finished speaking, Tai Ge also returned to the size of the giant beast. He flapped his six wings and came to the sky above it. With a strong press of his four claws, the fat dragon wailed and rolled down from the air, causing the mountain top to tremble uncontrollably. Rocks were flying and dust and smoke were rising everywhere.

"Three pairs of wings! You are a Jong! How can there be a Jong with black wings and black fur?"

Fat Dragon Zhagen finally recognized the identity of Brother Tai as the natural enemy of the dragon clan. He was so frightened that he could not help shrinking his body and turned into a fat mini dragon again, huddled in the cracks of the rocks.

Brother Tai ran back to Zhang Debiao, wagging his tail and sticking out his tongue at him. Zhang Debiao hit his head hard and said angrily: "Speak directly if you have anything to say, don't imitate Xiaohei!"

The little tiger laughed dryly and said, "This guy wants to escape. How about we just kill him? I'll eat the meat and leave the dragon's blood to you. How about that?"

Manzi thought for a while, nodded and said: "Okay, but the dragon crystal belongs to me, and I will also use dragon crystal and dragon blood to enhance Eva's mental power. These two things together are enough to enhance her mental power to the holy level." Level, on par with me! By the way, you must also give me two dragon eyes. My tourmaline sword requires a lot of eyes of the holy beast..."

When the little fat dragon Zagan heard this, his face turned pale with fright. In the blink of an eye, the two robbers had already verbally carved it up, flesh and skin, so they hid in the crevices of the rocks and once again raised their white shorts and waved them vigorously: "Surrender. , I really surrendered this time, the two eldest brothers let the younger brother go..."

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Brother Tai reluctantly stared at the little black dragon's rooted neck and said: "Aman, we really don't want to eat it and try it? This is the Holy Dragon. I have never tasted it..."

Zhang Debiao said earnestly: "Brother Tai, don't always think about eating and drinking. Wouldn't it be better to keep it to promote your old man's cruelty?" With that, he said to Fei Long: "Well, from now on you can just call me Xiao Fei. ." Without waiting for the depressed Heilong to protest, he said again: "Xiao Fei, who did you learn that trick of surrendering by wearing your pants?"

Fei Longzhagen said cautiously: "I once went to rob an orc village, and a man from their village ran out with his pants raised and said he surrendered. I thought this thing was very interesting, so I kept one in case of emergency... ..." He muttered in a low voice: "Now it is really used, Dragon God, who did I offend?"

Zhang Debiao shook his head and said with a smile: "You are the first holy beast to go so far as to rob orc farmers. Follow me to the Temple of War, and I will introduce you to a good master, who will provide you with delicious food, food and clothing. !”

Fat Dragon Zagan blinked his little eyes, feeling very unhappy in his heart: "Have you no worries about food and clothing? Why don't you let me become a demon pet for others, and half of my strength will be taken away in one go? It's really an insult to the ancestors of the Dragon Clan..."

Zhang Debiao didn't care whether it was happy or not, he finally breathed a sigh of relief in his heart: "Let Eva sign a magic pet contract with this fat dragon and share the holy dragon's mental power equally. Her mental power will increase by leaps and bounds, and she will be promoted to the 19th level saint in one fell swoop. The level of magician! She will definitely make rapid progress in her cultivation. In just six or seven years, Eva will have the strength to protect herself! And with this fat dragon here, her safety will be guaranteed. This is considered mine. Incompetent tutor, a little compensation..."

In his heart, Zhang Debiao always felt sorry for Eva Gruush. The little girl from the beast tribe was in a miserable situation. Her parents and relatives died at the hands of Prince Nanming Ge Shu. She was worshiped as her disciple, but she had to be forced by the situation to get involved in the power struggle of the beast tribe at a young age. That's why Zhang Debiao spared no effort to pave a bright road for Eva!

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