Mythology Starts with Childish Skills

Now that everyone has sat down to talk, Beijun wants to solve the problem in Sifang City first. With Longfeng's identity, status, and martial arts skills, as long as he says a word, he will definitely do what he says, and there will be no so-called face-to-face One set, one behind the back.

Hearing this, Long Feng's cheerful smile faded away. He thought about it and said,

"I did have a hand in what happened in Sifang City. I thought I could help out if I had the opportunity. After all, your human race has a close relationship with my dragon race. It's not that I have any ulterior motives, Beijun. You misunderstood me."

But he still doesn't plan to stop there. No one knows his true purpose. However, by covering it up like this, he can indeed fool many people, but he will definitely not fool Bei Jun and the other three.

Beijun's expression became even colder and he didn't care about anything else and said,

"My Sifang City has been in the polar ice field for a hundred years. Although it was frightening at every step and dangerous at every turn, it still managed to break through and stand firm. It has its own means of protecting itself, so it does not need the protection of the dragon clan.

Long Feng, between you and me, let's open the skylight and speak openly. What on earth do we need to do before we are willing to give up Sifang City? "

Long Feng chuckled, playing with a small dagger to himself, and then said,

"Is there anything worth coveting in Sifang City? I just planted a few spies. Didn't other people, other big clans, do the same? Beijun, you seem to have a deeper prejudice against me."

Meng Zhao opened his mouth at this time,

"I'll take advantage and call you Brother Long. I wonder what your plans are for Sifang City?

To tell you the truth, I now have cooperation and contact with Sifang City. The relationship is pretty good, but I am afraid that the good situation will be ruined due to accidents. Therefore, if Brother Long you have any thoughts about Sifang City, you might as well speak up.

If it can be discussed, we will try our best to come up with a solution that is acceptable to both parties.

If there is no need to discuss, then it is easy to handle. Everyone depends on their abilities. If Sifang City cannot resist in the end, it will be the fate of the Sifang layer. "

What he said was rather vague, that is, he did not express his attitude. When it came time to fight with real swords and guns, what choice would he, Meng Zhao, make, stand by and watch, or join in the occupation and help Sifang City? A definite attitude.

There is also room for this.

Facing Beijun, Long Feng could still talk a few words and sit firmly on the Diaoyutai, not being moved at all by the other party's words. Even if it was a fight, he was not afraid at all.

However, facing Meng Zhao, Long Feng did hesitate. If he missed such a bloodline, such temptation, and such a person, he might not get a second chance in this lifetime.

Thinking of this, he spread his arms and said,

"Forget it, since I have said so, I will give King Menglong some face.

I have a junior who needs the help of human women for his cultivation, especially virgins. Those who practice martial arts are the best.

However, the fate of these women is not very good. I will not negotiate with Sifang City in the name of seeking marriage. If I negotiate, Sifang City will not agree, so I want to see if I can manage a marriage in the city. Two key positions to help my junior.

That was the thinking at the time.

Later, my juniors completed their work and mastered magical powers and secret techniques, so there was no need to continue to waste human women.

However, I also saw some of Sifang City's heritage and strength, and had some ideas of taking it for myself. This is not too much! "

Meng Zhao and Zhao Ruling were both speechless when they heard these words. What kind of gangster mentality could have such an idea?

Oh, it is precisely because your Sifang City is strong enough and has a solid foundation that you can be noticed, so you have the desire to take it as your own. Otherwise, others will look down on you. It is simply ridiculous.

Beijun breathed a sigh of relief. According to the information he got in Sifang City, it was generally good. Long Feng's confession was still somewhat credible. However, it was still unknown how the other party would choose next. .

"Originally, your human race survives in our polar ice fields just to make a living. We give you food so that you can eat. If we don't give you food, you deserve to die of starvation. This is not Guan Nei, and it is not your human race's turn to be arrogant.

I also believe that even if your Sifang City wants to destroy everything and destroy both the jade and the jade, it will never be possible. How can the Dragon Clan be compared to just one city in a hundred years? "

Although these words were quite unpleasant to say, almost like a slap in the face to Beijun, the fact was the fact, and it could not be denied no matter how unwilling it was.

"However, King Menglong is indeed a key figure. His physique and bloodline are all rare among the kings of our clan.

Therefore, I am willing to sell some thin noodles.

Let's do this, you Sifangcheng give me some information, and I promise that I will never have any ideas about Sifangcheng from now on, and other people in the Dragon Clan will not do anything similar. I swear in the name of Tianlong! "

What he said was very beautiful, at least for Meng Zhao, it was very face-saving.

Meng Zhao just put on a good face, and others bought into it, and no one could find fault with him. This was the card, with a strong foundation of physique and bloodline, and his malicious intent was undoubtedly revealed.

Bei Jun, on the other hand, was happy but also a little heartbroken. It would be great if he could spend some wealth and knowledge to send Long Feng away.

I am afraid that I will meet some greedy ghosts who want everything and will never give them any chance to breathe, and that will be the end of it.

Now, it's pretty good.

Beijun didn't even go to bargain with Long Feng, but carefully negotiated what price it would cost to get rid of the other party.

Thinking about it, he was also prepared for heavy bleeding.

Similarly, in Long Feng's eyes, it was a good deal for Sifangcheng to pay for his life. It at least made up for some of his daily consumption, so it was not a loss.

Even if he didn't get anything, just having a connection with Meng Zhao would be a huge progress and benefit for Long Feng.

Beijun remained silent, obviously acquiescing to Long Feng's statement.

Meng Zhao responded to Long Feng's offer of face and said,

"Brother Long is too polite. Do I, Meng Zhao, really have such a great reputation?"

"Hahaha, King Meng Long, you really know nothing about our dragon clan. The power of your bloodline is unique and unique in today's dragon clan. The power of pure blood is comparable to that of the descendants of the ancestral dragon.

However, after all, you are practicing in the human race, and your understanding of some of the secrets and magical powers of our dragon race is limited, so it is difficult to fully utilize the power of the dragon body.

I don’t know, do you have time to come with me back to the Dragon Clan’s ancestral land to experience our clan’s magical powers and techniques? "

This is really not what Long Feng said randomly.

Special physiques have special characteristics. In fact, it is difficult for ordinary martial arts to exert the power of physiques and bloodlines.

For example, Meng Zhao cultivated the body of a dragon, but majored in swordsmanship or swordsmanship. Wouldn't it mean that even though his talent is astonishing, it would be difficult to fully utilize it? (End of chapter)