The Grand Void – Becoming a Dragon

Due to the huge disparity between the two sides in this battle, there was no entanglement of fighting skills and a tragic situation that spread to all directions.

The power of the flood dragon suppressed the two real people, and only one floor was broken.

Huanlong Lord Zhuangming won, but he didn't kill anyone, but walked away.

The great Chu elite did not stop this outstanding man who was thirty-sixth on the list of outstanding people in Dongzhou. He wanted to punish the other two real people, but since Zhuang Ming had left, it would be too biased to punish him again.

So it was just admonishing and handing over a magic weapon as compensation for the damage here.

The two real people and three disciples were driven out in a state of embarrassment.

——

This time it was really a disaster.

But the brothers chatted a few words, who knows that the real master of the words is in this city, and just happened to overhear the conversation of the two brothers.

It is quite rare to be able to survive by luck.

It's just two real people, and it's inevitable that they feel uncomfortable.

The three disciples were also very angry.

Just about to leave the city.

But I saw where the city gate was.

Zhuang Ming was dressed in white clothes with gold patterns, with his hands behind his back, with a calm expression, waiting quietly.

"you……"

The two real people and the three disciples all showed astonishment.

Could it be that this person did not act because of the current leadership of the Great Chu.

In fact, it is waiting in front, intercepting halfway?

Isn't this person too vengeful?

"You still want to cut the weeds and eradicate the roots?" The real-life uncle's expression was cloudy.

"According to what I have always done, those who make enemies with me should just cut the grass and root out, so as to avoid future troubles." Zhuang Ming said indifferently: "However, you are just speaking rudely, and you are not considered an enemy against me."

"..."

The two real people looked at each other, and the three disciples were even more angry.

First use Jiaolong to suppress the two real people severely. When he started, he hit them hard. If it wasn't for the arrival of the great Chu elite, he seemed to want to kill him. Now he said that he was just talking rudely, not revenge?

"Whoever walks in the world, whether a practitioner or an ordinary person, must know that misfortune comes from the mouth."

Zhuang Ming put his hands behind his back, and said calmly: "Let your senior brother live today, just for a little punishment, and it's only as an admonition. From now on, you must remember that you must be cautious in everything, and don't take your life for the pleasure of boasting for a while. Years of practice have been wasted."

After finishing speaking, Zhuang Ming stretched out his hand and waved it.

The Jiaolong soared into the air, turned into Zhang Xu long, with a thick waist, set off a strong wind, lifted Zhuang Ming, lifted off the ground, and went away in an instant.

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"Brother..."

"He really didn't intend to kill, he just taught you and me a lesson."

"But..." The face of the real person changed again and again, and finally whispered: "That's right."

The young and handsome people on the list of outstanding people are all geniuses, and they can't help being arrogant. If it were any other person, I am afraid that their lives would be in danger today. That is, Mr. Thirteen, he is not murderous, so he is only teaching a lesson.

"He is right. Misfortune comes out of your mouth. You must be careful in your words and deeds."

The older real person said in a low voice: "After this incident, both you and me, or you three juniors, must know that if you try to talk fast, you may be killed. He hurt people today. Save people in the future..."

After finishing speaking, he saw the older real person and paused for a while.

The two real people are both deep in thought.

After a while, I saw the elder real person bow deeply in the direction Zhuang Ming left.

"Practicing in vain for more than 200 years, I still don't know the truth of how to behave in the world. Today, Mr. Thirteen taught me, and suddenly enlightened, minus the disasters in the second half of my life. If I see you again in the future, I will be respected as a teacher."

"..."

The rest looked at each other.

Although it was my own words, it was clear that the other party provoked and injured the master and uncle, even if he didn't want to pursue it, dare not pursue it, just expose it, that's all... But he was beaten up, and he was grateful to Dade, Respect as a teacher, what is it?

——

Jiaolong takes off.

The corner of Zhuang Ming's mouth curled into a smile.

The third senior brother said that people in practice, although they are old, but what they practice is their original mind, and they have practiced in seclusion for many years, so they may not be really as cunning as an old fox in the market.

At least some practitioners are pure in nature and easy to deceive.

Zhuang Ming asked himself, he has always been an enemy of others, so he must seek to cut the grass and roots to avoid causing disasters in the future.

The so-called being bullied by dogs in the Huluo Plain, for example, one day when one's own body was seriously injured, one day they happened to meet an ordinary practitioner who had looked down on him before, and he might fall into the opponent's hands.

It's just that these few people don't have deep hatred, and he is not a bloodthirsty person, so he didn't have the murderous intention.

But beating up two real people today, it is inevitable that there will be some grievances.

So he stopped and left a few words, which can be regarded as eliminating some points.

"Looking at the five masters and apprentices, they are quite straightforward, enough to eliminate dissatisfaction and resentment in their hearts. Maybe they are grateful to me. In the future, my Zhuang's business will expand, and there will be fewer enemies and more help."

With Zhuang Ming thinking this way, Jiaolong drove the wind and flew towards Liu Yuexuan.

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Beside the carriage.

Liu Yuexuan hugged the stone plate and looked at Wen Han who was breathing heavily beside him.

"I figured it out, the reason why the elite of Chu came to you so quickly is because you still have thunder energy left in your body, but after circulating the energy and blood for a few times, the true mysterious energy attached to your body will disappear, so turn around and restrain yourself Blood, to avoid being caught up again."

"I understand." Wen Han nodded slightly, and the blood energy in his body gradually flowed away, eliminating the remaining aura of Thunder.

"If you can listen to it, you can be regarded as a talent for making."

Liu Yuexuan nodded slightly, very satisfied. Although in his eyes, this guy was not very smart, but he could still listen to the words.

Maybe this guy is not stupid, but he is just training the body of gods and demons. He must concentrate on training, endure hardships and hardships, break through the boundaries of the physical body, and strengthen his body... If he can't concentrate, he probably won't be able to withstand the pain of being reborn through repeated training. Can't achieve the body of cultivating gods and demons.

In contrast, Taoist practice, condensing the golden core, not only has to comprehend the sky and the earth, but also comprehends oneself, and the direction is quite different.

While Liu Yuexuan was thinking like this.

Wen Han suddenly stopped, his expression extremely complicated.

The dragon in front of it soars up, riding the strong wind, majestic and majestic.

At this moment, under the undisguised Longwei, Wen Han's qi and blood are constantly surging, like a bursting embankment, and it is difficult to control it.

And his face is also changing.

"Dragon Lord..."

An unspeakable feeling rose in Wen Han's heart, he opened his mouth, but was speechless.

The imprint originating from his bloodline made him want to kneel down to greet him.

But he gritted his teeth tightly, making sure he stood still.

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But see ahead.

Jiaolong soars to.

Zhuang Ming came with the wind.

"Um?"

When Longwei swept across, Zhuang Ming had already noticed something strange.

Wen Han's qi and blood, under the dragon's power, actually became restless?

But this kind of restlessness is the restlessness in Wen Han's body, like the confrontation of two wills, which caused the breath in his body to be disordered.

His blood instinct wanted to surrender to Jiaolong.

But his proud will is unwilling to surrender.

As a result, the entire body of the Henglian Godfiend was trembling at this moment, and fiery red blood was gushing out of his dark skin, while his face gradually turned pale.

Zhuang Ming closed his eyes and sensed the front with the body of a dragon.

From Wen Han's body, there is a familiar and close aura.

And this kind of breath is extremely weird.

"It's like a father meeting his son."

"It's like the master met the servant."

"As a flood dragon, I am looking down at Wen Han, the tyrannical demon?"

In an instant, Zhuang Ming opened his eyes, and his face gradually became serious.

The strong wind fell to the ground, and the dragon entrenched itself.

Zhuang Ming stood with his hands behind his back.

The scene fell silent.