Mythology Starts with Childish Skills

Meng Zhao was worried. He always felt that what he was doing was a bit too easy and simple. He took the young dragon as a protective spirit beast without even seeing a little resistance. Is it really such a good thing?

This is not quite consistent with what Meng Hongdao said, when the soul is imprinted, it will encounter the backlash of a narrow escape.

But looking at the little dragon wrapped around his arm, looking like a child acting coquettishly towards him, and the extra telepathy deep in his heart, he knew that he had really conquered the little dragon.

Simple, really simple, but it was only for him.

People who can reach this point are extremely rare, not to mention rare. The valley is filled with thousands of snakes, pythons, insects, and poisonous miasma like fog, spreading all over the valley bottom. Nine out of ten people who can reach this point, They were all at a loss and could not find any trace of the young dragon.

Only Meng Zhao, because he was from the Meng family, had a smooth journey to this place. He also had great luck and had obtained the dragon scales early. He could also think of using the dragon scales to intimidate the snakes and lure the young ones to come.

This is already a once in a million opportunity.

More importantly, the method taught by Meng Hongdao to subdue ferocious beasts and communicate with the soul seems simple, but is actually dangerous. If it were another person, even an innate master like Meng Jizu, the success rate would not be more than 10%.

The reason why Meng Zhao behaved so relaxedly and freely was entirely due to his special physique.

From the moment he awakened his dragon body, dragon blood flowed in his body, and his aura was close to that of a real dragon. It was vast, vast, majestic, and sacred. Therefore, in the perception of the young dragon, he was very close to and admired it, and had no sympathy for strangers. Be on guard.

The spiritual communication between the two is just right, and letting nature take its course is a one-in-a-million chance.

If it were anyone else, even if they had worked hard to hatch the dragon eggs, if they wanted to leave a mark on their souls when the newborn dragon eggs were completely blank, they would have aroused strong resistance from the young dragons, leading to failure.

This is not something that can be exempted by the level of martial arts, because the dragon is majestic, the blood is strong, and the spirit is naturally powerful. It is a racial gap.

It was all kinds of coincidences that allowed Meng Zhao to bag the biggest harvest of his trip. It was so smooth that it was unbelievable, and his luck was so strong that it was also staggering.

However, just relying on luck to force Meng Zhao's trip to go smoothly is not necessarily the case. At least Meng Zhao himself has the intelligence to use the dragon scales, and the fearless courage to stay alone on the side of the cliff, facing the bottom of the valley. Countless snakes and pythons have tried.

It can be said that it was a combination of luck and personal ability that led to the success of subduing the young dragon.

Unable to conceal his excitement, Meng Zhao moved his fingers and gently rubbed the dragon's mane under the chin and neck of the young dragon with his smooth and white fingertips. It felt smooth and solid at the same time. It was by no means a decoration, but something. Strong defensive capabilities.

The young dragon shook its little head, following the movements of Meng Zhao's fingers, and made chirping, chirping sounds from time to time.

Meng Zhao looked more and more affectionate and happy. This little guy was definitely not as cute as a kitten, puppy, or rabbit. Even in the eyes of others, he was still very ferocious and terrifying. But to him, it was Absolutely not.

Suddenly, strong neighing sounds erupted from the bottom of the valley, and snakes and pythons surged like a tide. They were both afraid of the dragon scales in Meng Zhao's hands, and were attracted by the purple dragon blood that Meng Zhao suddenly appeared.

This incident made Meng Zhao sober up and realized that it was not the time to be happy yet. He was still in a very dangerous situation. If the dragon came back and found that the young dragons were missing, it would cause an uproar.

With a sudden movement of spirit, he conveyed an idea to the young dragon with the existence of the spiritual imprint, and saw the young dragon's long black body slowly loosening its grip on Meng Zhao's arm. Its scales were fine, swimming at the same time, and slowly falling down. On Meng Zhao's waist, the head and tail are intertwined, as if a belt is hanging on it.

They are simply ten times, a hundred times more obedient than so-called pet cats and pet dogs.

Meng Zhao could no longer suppress the joy in his heart. He laughed three times. His bad luck was gone. He retracted his dragon scales and moved his feet. He used the profound skill of the divine dragon to free up two air dragons to support him upward. Leaping is like riding a dragon and is full of freedom.

When the old strength is exhausted, his hands are like diamonds and sharp as swords, and he inserts them into the rock wall to fix his body, and then continues to use his light body skills to climb up.

It didn't take long for Meng Zhao to spread his arms and ride the wind up, like a divine dragon swimming to the top of the cliff.

A dozen people jumped out immediately next to them, including Meng Hongdao, Meng Chuan, Zhu Guangxi, Lu Le and others.

Seeing that Meng Zhao had returned safely, Lu Le rushed to him with a quick step. His round face was nervous, his eyes were red, and he was extremely worried and said,

"Master, how are you? You're not injured, are you?"

In terms of true feelings, loyalty, and closeness, no one in the room can compare with him.

Meng Zhao also knew this and comforted him with a smile,

"What, Ale, do you look at me like a wounded person?"

Only then did Lu Le smile.

Meng Hongdao was slightly disappointed because Meng Zhao was empty-handed, no different from before.

Although he knew that the possibility of obtaining a young dragon was slim, he still had some hope.

Now that Meng Zhao can return, it is a blessing among misfortunes.

Meng Chuan didn't care about that. Seeing that Meng Zhao was healthy and full of energy, he asked,

"Fourth brother, have you found that young dragon? What does it look like?"

Not only him, but others, such as Han Pu, Cao Zhan, Zhu Guangxi, Bai Shicheng, etc., are also looking forward to it.

They worked tirelessly and were not afraid of danger. Wasn't it just for the dragon that they came here?

It's just that there are thousands of snakes surging at the bottom of the valley, which is really difficult to detect, and I hope that Meng Zhao can gain something.

Meng Zhao laughed, and with a thought in his mind, the young dragon that was originally a belt around his waist slid onto Meng Zhao's right arm. The small dragon's head swayed and leaned on Meng Zhao's shoulder, looking at the nervous look. The people who came bared their teeth in fear.

Even though the young dragon is still young, its inherited bloodline is extremely high and it can be said to be an extremely ferocious beast. Everyone felt a wave of evil aura coming towards them and involuntarily took a few steps back, nervously acting defensively.

Meng Zhao smiled and stretched out his finger, lightly tapping the baby dragon's head. The little guy then chirped reluctantly and lay there, motionless. At the same time, he also restrained his ferocious aura.

When others saw this scene, they all gasped. Everyone's heart was filled with mixed feelings and indescribable emotions.

There is surprise, there is joy, there is sadness, there is heartache, and naturally it is also inseparable from envy, jealousy, fear, etc.

It was actually Meng Zhao who was able to find the dragon and subdue the young dragon at the end of the fart meeting with terrifying efficiency.

Bai Shicheng's face turned pale, he was surprised and happy, and blurted out,

"Isn't this a celestial being?"

This heavenly being does not mean the realm of martial arts cultivation, but Meng Zhao seems to be no ordinary person, but an extraordinary person who lives in the heaven and possesses magical powers.

This shows Meng Zhao's sharpness and strength.