Mythology Starts with Childish Skills

"Hahaha, good tricks, good dragon, are you the Beimeng Dragon King, known as the living true dragon, the pride of the human race?"

Just when the two dragons were facing each other and were about to fight, a clear voice came from the Crystal Palace, with a lazy taste, which sounded quite pleasant.

"I don't dare to be a living true dragon. One day, I will become a god and demon, and my bloodline will be completely transformed. I can transform into a true dragon. It's not too late to talk about it."

Meng Zhao was not too modest. He was stunned for a moment. The title of Beimeng Dragon King, the pride of the human race, is not as good as the living true dragon for the time being.

His bloodline can be called a living true dragon, and even a living emperor dragon. Only the ancestor dragon Ying Zheng and the unknown dragon body can be compared with him.

However, the secret of the bloodline is only known to him. Outsiders only know that he has dragon bloodline, and they don't know that this dragon body is so ancient and powerful. Therefore, it is a good match to be called a living true dragon.

Of course, a true dragon is a powerful being comparable to gods and demons, and the dragon ball it condenses is comparable to the fruit of Taoism. Therefore, it is indeed a bit inappropriate for Meng Zhao to be called a living true dragon with his heavenly cultivation, at least his strength is temporarily insufficient.

After negotiating with the two, two figures turned into long rays, dragging their tails, and rushed out of the crystal palace, suspended in the air, standing opposite Meng Zhao and Zhao Ruling.

One of them was Bei Jun, who had a very bad face and a cold expression, but when he looked at Meng Zhao and Zhao Ruling, he was full of guilt. I guess he didn't expect Long Feng to have such an attitude.

It was said that he would attach great importance to the blood of a true dragon like Meng Zhao?

I'm afraid he treats him like an enemy.

As for the other person, it was Long Feng of the dragon clan.

He was wearing a golden robe, a golden crown on his head, and a cloud-patterned belt with pebble-sized gems inlaid on it, shining brightly.

At first glance, the whole outfit is very exaggerated, and it feels like a nouveau riche, wearing whatever is expensive.

And his height is also quite amazing. Meng Zhao estimated with his eyes that he is at least two meters tall, and he is tall and strong. His muscles are like a dragon and a python. His whole body contains unparalleled explosive power, as if he can move mountains and seas at any time.

And on both sides of his forehead, there are two forked dragon horns, gray-brown, with obvious keratin, and occasionally a layer of red divine light, which makes the gray-brown dragon horns look particularly extraordinary.

Meng Zhao can also sense the powerful and vigorous blood power in this person's body, as if a real dragon is roaring at him and demonstrating to him.

"This person's blood is not bad. Even if it is not as good as the physique of a real dragon, the dragon blood in his body is probably pure and pure. At least 70% to 80% of it can be tempered."

In fact, dragon blood is more straightforward, which is genes. 70% to 80% of the genes are inclined to dragons, and only 20% to 30% are inclined to humans and other races.

Compared with Meng Zhao, who was born in the human race and was born by chance and does not have a special physique and blood that is inherited, the gap is still quite large.

However, if such a physique and blood can be passed on to the next generation, it seems that it is not unacceptable.

At least in Meng Zhao's opinion, this person's blood power is not weak. If the talent is enough, he can actually rely on the existing blood power to continuously improve and advance, and finally achieve the physique of a real dragon.

The process is like a snake turning into a dragon, and a dragon turning into a dragon, step by step, seemingly difficult, but there are traces to follow.

Compared with the true dragon physique of Meng Zhao, the blood dragon clan like Long Feng is actually the difference between a Jiaolong and a true dragon.

Meng Zhao is equivalent to a purebred true dragon cub, and is naturally a true dragon. As long as he can grow and develop normally, he will naturally reach the realm of gods and demons and become a true dragon after he reaches adulthood.

Of course, the normal growth and development after adulthood here refers to the true dragon clan as a reference, not the eighteen-year-old adulthood of the human race. To be more precise, it is the stimulation of blood and the perfection of the power of Tao fruit.

Long Feng is roughly equivalent to Jiaolong Xiaojiu, with pure blood and promising future. If there is opportunity and talent, there is still a certain chance that he can transform into a true dragon.

And if Long Feng can get Meng Zhao's blood and physique secrets, it will certainly increase this possibility and even promote this process.

Therefore, even if Meng Zhao does not need to use the power of the Yuanshen to sense specially, he can find Long Feng's deep and undisguised malice towards him simply by relying on the perception of Qi.

This malice is very complicated, jealousy, unwillingness, resentment, greed, covetousness, all intersecting and interweaving.

In other words, when Long Feng saw Meng Zhao, it was like an old pervert seeing a beauty that he only saw once in a thousand years. He was seduced by her whole body and soul. As for the Four Square City, the human race, and the dragon race, they were probably thrown behind his mind.

Compared with Meng Zhao's feelings for Long Feng, Long Feng's impression of this Northern Meng Dragon King was even more vivid and moving.

From the moment Meng Zhao stepped into the territory of the Crystal Palace, Long Feng felt the throbbing power coming from his own blood.

That feeling was very wonderful. The blood in his body was surging, and the blood was as strong as a dragon, running endlessly in his body, and even stimulated his mind and mind to be difficult to calm down.

The feeling rising in his heart was even more mysterious.

He was a little afraid of the newcomer, not because of how powerful the other party's martial arts was, or how amazing his magical powers were, but simply because the other party's bloodline power was far superior to his, and there was even a little secret in his bloodline. It was as if the king of the clan had come. As the king's servant, how dare he not take the initiative to greet him?

In that instant, Long Feng suddenly understood why Meng Zhao had the title of Northern Meng Dragon King.

For others, the word "Dragon King" may not be worthy of the name, but Meng Zhao is probably worthy of the name.

He was filled with mixed feelings. His dragon clan had not seen such a person for a long, long, long time.

It was not about strength, but the nobility of pure blood.

This made Long Feng, who always regarded himself as a pure-blooded dragon, feel a little jealous.

Compared to him, Meng Zhao is the real living dragon1

In addition to jealousy, there is a deep desire and greed.

This person's blood power is so strong and pure. If, if it can be transferred to his body, how wonderful it would be?

This was his first thought.

Even, Long Feng believed that any dragon clan would have the same idea when they saw Meng Zhao and sensed Meng Zhao's blood.

What bullshit is using the power of blood to honor the other party, and what is giving the other party various benefits to win over the other party because of the purity of dragon blood? It's all bullshit.

The dragon clan did make many similar moves in the past, but those people are fundamentally different from Meng Zhao. (End of this chapter)