My Brother Is The Protagonist

Around the deep valley, staring at the little squirrel, many people were surprised.

Judging from the fact that it defeated Mo Lei, many people thought it would be a different kind of blood, but they did not expect it to be the most common little squirrel, without any blood at all.

However, judging from its previous use of the True Dragon God Technique and its transformation into a true dragon, it is basically certain that this ordinary little squirrel has transformed into a true dragon bloodline, almost to the point where it can transform a dragon.

It can be seen from this that the spirit tree in this deep valley contains what kind of pure dragon energy that can actually transform an ordinary squirrel in the world to such a point, no wonder it makes Xiang Po Kong so tempted.

"Xiang Pokong, congratulations, with this spiritual tree, your blood will become stronger."

Shiyan and Na Yin Wujie walked to Xiang Pokong's side and congratulated him.

If they were also pregnant with the blood of the Dragon clan, they would definitely not let go of such an opportunity. In other words, they would have to compete with Xiang Pokong, but unfortunately they were not.

"Haha, it's too early to say, I'll know when I use it."

Xiang Pokong laughed, with a happy smile on his face. Although he said so, he naturally had great expectations for the spirit tree.

If the true dragon bloodline in his body can be made more pure, it will definitely make the Ascension of Xiang Pokong's combat power a big part, among the most arrogant ones.

"Well, when I take the spirit tree, I will leave here."

Xiang Pokong said to the two of them, and then landed towards the deep valley.

"It's boring, it's better to find my own opportunity."

Seeing this, Rong Ji yawned. He followed the movement of the battle, but watched a battle without suspense, which really made him unable to lift the energy, and then turned and left.

"Holy Maiden, see you again."

Zhan Qingtian turned around, and almost everyone could foresee what would happen next, with the intention of leaving.

With the departure of Rong Ji and Zhan Qingtian, some people also left. After all, after watching enough of the theater, looking for opportunities is the highlight.

The Dao Zang has only been opened for three months, and now three days have passed. The Dao Zang is so big that it can't be done in three months at all. Time is precious, and it is important to find opportunities.

In the blink of an eye, the people surrounding the deep valley almost disappeared, leaving only the Heaven Patching Holy Maiden Wen Shihua, and Xiang Pokong and the others.

Except for them, there are only two men in ancient animal skins standing not far away, looking like they broke through, each holding a white bone stick in his hand, looking like some kind of powerful ancient animal. The animal bones exude a strong hostility.

"This spirit tree belongs to me."

As he approached the acacia tree, Xiang Pokong's face showed an unconcealable smile, as if he had seen a further picture of his own blood.

"The things of my dragon clan are also movable by you, like breaking through the sky."

Suddenly, a shout came from a distance, causing Xiangpakong to frown, then turned around and looked over, with a look of surprise in his eyes. Why did he come?

The person who came was no one else, it was Ao Ming, the saint son of the Dragon clan. With the addition of three clan members, the four quickly flew in and fell in front of Xiang Pokong in the blink of an eye.

"It turned out to be Shengzi Ao Ming, what are you doing here?"

With a scornful smile, Xiang Pokong looked at him and asked.

As a disciple on Wanhuangling Mountain, Xiang Pokong is very clear that this dragon saint Ao Ming has a Cultivation Base Realm, but he has no actual combat power.

Because this Saint Ao Ming has never fought a real enemy before, only in the clan who have had some exchanges with the clan members, and he doesn't know how to fight and kill at all.

For such a saint son of the dragon clan, Xiang Po Kong simply looked down on him, even if Ao Ming had the blood of a four-clawed true dragon, what about it? Here is the Taoist Treasure, no one will collect his body after death.

"It has nothing to do with you, as long as you know, this thing belongs to our dragon clan, you can't move it."

Ao Ming was also very arrogant, and the object faintly said something, and then looked at him quietly, the meaning was already obvious.

"Hahahaha, you said that this thing belongs to your dragon clan. This is the first time I heard that the things in this Dao Tibetan will also belong to your dragon clan. Who said it, did you Ao Ming say it? A joke."

Angrily grinned, staring at Ao Ming like Pokong, with a disdainful look at all.

"Like Pokong, you dare to speak to the Son like this!"

On the side, a member of the dragon clan snorted softly, staring at Xiang Pokong with a cold expression on his face.

"Nonsense, he is your holy son, and not our holy son, make no mistake, this is not on the Wanhuangling Mountain, I am doing things like breaking through the air, and it is not your Dragon's turn to teach and stay away."

As he said, Xiang Po Kong shouted, and the Cultivation Base aura of Rank 7 Sage erupted, mixed with killing intent, causing the four Ao Ming's faces to change.

"Xiang Po Kong, you are so brave, dare to speak to this saint child like this, do you want to die?"

Being yelled at by Xiang Pokong, Ao Ming, the saint son of the Dragon Race, was also furious, and his face became ugly.

Suddenly, the three clansmen around Ao Ming simultaneously released the breath of the Cultivation Base of their great master, Sage, and moved towards the suppression of Xiangpakong, and the dragons were in a row.

"you……"

The three great Jackie Chan Sages released their coercion, as if they were confident and not afraid of any one person, and could not talk and laugh freely under the coercion of the three. What's more, he also has the blood of the dragon family in his body, facing the dragon of the real dragon family. , It will be suppressed and its strength will be greatly reduced.

"Huh, Xiang Pokong, your jade dragon elephant clan, at best, is only a mixed blood of the dragon clan, and even the blood is very thin. If you want to counter us, you are afraid that you have not yet awakened from the dream."

Seeing Xiang Pokong's ugly face, Ao Ming laughed, very happy.

"Ao Ming, do you want to bully fewer people by relying on more people?"

At this time, the aura of the Cultivation Base of the two Dacheng Sage realms erupted from behind Elephant Pokong, resisting the pressure of the three dragon Dacheng Dacheng Sage, making Xiang Pokong's face look much better.

"So it's you, why? Want to help him?"

Following the voice, Ao Ming said calmly when he saw the two men, his expression unchanged.

"Yes, Ao Ming, what if you are the saint son of the Dragon Race? Who doesn't know, you Ao Ming just has a Cultivation Base Realm, but the combat power is very low. Do you know what fighting is? Do you know what it is? Fight?"

Shiyan and Yin Wujie walked to Xiang Pokong, unabashedly blooming the killing intent on their bodies, the killing will is like a sharp knife, filled with coldness that is so cold.

"Hmph, do you think that killing intent can force me back? A joke, even if I haven't killed myself, what if you say I have a Cultivation Base Realm, so what? It's enough to suppress you."

With that said, Ao Ming also burst into a powerful aura, and he also reached the Rank 7 Sage stage, no worse than Xiang Po Kong and the others.

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