He Has a Dragon

Seeing everyone's nervous look, Wang Le laughed secretly in his heart as some of them were standing and talking and said, "Is it necessary to be so scared? Any one of you can beat this warrior to a pulp if you go up to him."

Because the strength of these Xuan-level warriors is far inferior to that of the geniuses in the trial team, otherwise, they would not be sent to the battlefield as cannon fodder.

As for being able to survive, it can only be said that he was lucky.

Of course, these surviving Xuan-level warriors are inherently fierce, and their own strength is still there.

The fundamental reason why the members of the trial team with higher cultivation levels feel nervous is because of the murderous aura that these warriors have developed after being tempered by fighting on the battlefield again and again.

And this is far beyond what a group of trial team members who grew up in a greenhouse can compare to.

Even if they have grown up along the way and become mature quickly, they must go to the battlefield, experience life-and-death battles, and experience first-hand what it is like to climb out of a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood. Otherwise, Never a chance!

The Chinese army camp is located in the middle of the army camp, not very far from the tent that used to receive wind and dust for the trial team.

The alliance trial team, composed of thirteen Xuan-level geniuses under the age of thirty, passed through groups of strict sentries under the leadership of Luo Xiong, and then passed through a blank area where no one had stepped before finally arriving at the Chinese Army. In front of the camp, there is a white tent decorated with golden patterns and various mythical animals, which looks particularly solemn and solemn.

Seeing that they were finally out of the sharp sight of those warriors, all the members of the trial team breathed a sigh of relief from the bottom of their hearts.

At the same time, he also felt a trace of embarrassment, feeling ashamed and depressed for the cowardice he had just shown uncontrollably.

Luo Xiong asked everyone to wait outside, while he went in to report.

Because at this point in time, not all the top leaders of the alliance army will stay in the Chinese army camp.

Only when all the heads and heads are gathered will the members of the trial team be summoned.

While waiting, Wang Le in the crowd glanced at the mysterious golden patterns and the mythical beasts that he could not fully recognize. His eyes naturally fell on the roof of the tent, facing the sound of the hunting wind, which made a loud noise. On the scarlet flag.

I saw that the flag fluttering in the wind was inlaid with a lifelike golden dragon, a mythical beast that seemed to burst out of the flag.

"Hey!" Wang Le couldn't help but made a surprised sound,

He thought to himself: "This alliance army is fighting on the border, but there is a mythical beast and a real dragon on the battle flag. What is this?"

At this moment, Fatty Huang next to him saw Wang Le looking up and staring at the battle flag on the top of the tent, his eyes filled with confusion, so he asked, "Brother, what's wrong with that flag?"

Wang Le, who had come back to his senses, did not hide anything and quietly told Fatty Huang his confusion.

As soon as he finished speaking, not only did Fatty Huang laugh, but Zheng Ge next to him also laughed out loud.

"Uh!" Wang Le touched his nose and said to the two of them speechlessly: "What's wrong? What's so funny about this?"

Fatty Huang stopped laughing, and then asked: "Brother, haven't you ever heard the saying that we are all descendants of the dragon in the world of mortals?"

"Pfft!" At this moment, Young Master Wang almost choked himself. He looked at Fatty Huang in shock and asked, avoiding an answer, "Is it possible that you, the martial arts world, also have such a saying?"

Fatty Huang replied in an extremely affirmative tone: "Of course, brother, don't forget that although the world of mortals and the world of martial arts are now divided into different worlds, they were one and the same in the distant past!"

After a pause, Fatty Huang curled his lips and continued nonchalantly: "Although we in the martial arts world have always looked down upon you in the world of mortals, we have to admit that we have the same roots and species and share the same ancestors."

Having said this, Fatty Huang naturally imitated Mr. Wang's movements, shrugged his shoulders, spread his hands and said: "And our ancestors, the earliest totem of faith was the real dragon, so we will be called dragons." Descendants."

As soon as he finished speaking, Zheng Ge suddenly interrupted and said: "It is true that the true dragon is the totem of our ancestors' faith. There is also an ancient legend that our earliest ancestors were the descendants of the true dragon and had the blood of the true dragon."

Wang Le immediately showed a look of disbelief on his face, looked at Zheng Ge and said speechlessly: "It is understandable to believe that the totem is a real dragon, but our ancestors are the descendants of the real dragon, and we also have the blood of the real dragon. This is also Isn’t it too exaggerated and a fantasy?!”

Zheng Ge responded with an indifferent expression: "That's why it's just a legend, it can't be taken seriously."

Then he changed the subject and said, "But brother, I once heard Master mention another mythical legend that can never be confirmed."

"Oh?" Not only Wang Le was curious at this time, but also Fatty Huang and even several members of the trial team who heard the conversation couldn't help but look at Zheng Ge to see what he said.

Facing everyone's gaze, Zheng Ge first coughed to clear his throat, and then asked with a mysterious face: "I believe everyone knows about the ancient era of faults, right?"

Zheng Ge then continued without waiting for anyone's response: "Then everyone must know that the traces left by the ancient times have always been so rare or even non-existent."

"And the only place that may leave traces of the ancient times is in the vast wilderness of my northern region where there are thousands of miles without vegetation and no human habitation, just like a dead zone."

At this point, Zheng Ge's voice became ethereal, and he murmured: "In addition to countless unknown dangers hidden in the vast wilderness that is thousands of miles away, there are three restricted areas. This shows how terrifying it is. …”

Before he finished speaking, Fatty Huang interrupted with a look of impatience: "Everyone knows this, hurry up and get to the point!"

"Uh!" Young Master Wang on the side couldn't help but mutter to himself, "I don't know!"

"Ahem!" Zheng Ge coughed to cover up his embarrassment, then returned to his serious look and continued in a deep voice: "When I was young, my master risked his life and went into the depths of the wilderness in order to understand the inheritance of the sword. Later, he narrowly escaped death. Escaped."

"And deep in the wilderness, he found several broken stone walls with ancient portraits engraved on them."

Having said this, Zheng Ge glanced at everyone and asked, "What do you think the old man found?"

At this moment, everyone, including Wang Le, had the urge to strangle Zheng Ge to death.

Zheng Ge saw that everyone was looking at him with fierce eyes and did not answer. He shrank his neck and did not dare to go around any more. He narrowed his eyes slightly and recalled while continuing: "On those broken stone walls, there are all kinds of unrecognizable inscriptions carved on them. The beasts that came out continued to evolve and eventually turned into true dragons."