Under One Person: Beginning of the Wang Family Young Master

The atmosphere in the arena became more and more solemn.

The dark water mines expanded the entire arena again.

Wang Quan stepped on the dragon-pecking cone, suspended in the air, and sighed: "Come on, Black Dragon."

As soon as the words fell, the black dragon roared, hovered around him, and returned to his body.

However, it was not a simple return, but a faint light, and a powerful aura instantly swept the entire arena.

"My magic skills are not very profound, so they just look impressive. In fact, I added some other magic to make it integrated into my body."

"Although it is not much different from inviting spirits to possess one's body, it also has the method of inviting gods, or in other words, stealing faith."

When some elders with profound skills heard his words, they immediately thought of a person, a vicious actor who had been silent for a long time.

Quan Xing, Xia Liuqing!

A guy who didn't care about anything, he killed many people when he was young, but later he suddenly disappeared for some reason.

However, what people talked about most was not the things he did, but his methods.

Godhead mask!

In ancient times, this profession was called Changyou, and was considered to be someone who could communicate with gods.

Changyou is a singer, who pleases gods with beautiful voices, which is called singing; and you is a dancer, who pleases gods with beautiful and graceful postures, which is called dancing.

The ultimate goal of Changyou is to invite gods to descend on themselves.

But in fact, what they have to do is not to invite gods, but to steal people's faith in gods.

In other words, gods are created by people.

What they have to do is to act!

Act until others believe it, act until they believe it themselves!

Act as gods with themselves, become gods with themselves!

Act with their lives!

Indeed, Wang Quan cleverly borrowed the power of the mysterious mask of the fierce actor Xia Liuqing.

He did not directly play the gods, but through his own divine painting method, he materialized the faith, carried the truth with objects, and stole the world's awe and faith in gods.

As for why he chose the dragon as the theme of painting, it may be due to his deep recognition of his own identity in his heart - as a descendant of the dragon, this pride and yearning is deeply rooted in his heart.

In the minds of the Chinese, the dragon is not only a symbol of auspiciousness and power, but also a sacred existence that transcends reality and travels in the sky.

Even if it only remains in ancient books and legends, its charm is still fascinating.

However, the dragon, the supreme existence, cannot be directly evolved by human power.

Therefore, Wang Quan condensed the infinite admiration and faith of the world for dragons into the divine painting in the shape of a black dragon.

Then he returned this power to himself, transformed into a dragon, and realized the transformation from man to god.

As the light flashed in Wang Quan's palm, a pair of colorful gloves appeared out of thin air, and he gently wiped his face.

In an instant, the dark golden dragon horns broke out of the skin, the dark dragon head pattern spread on the face, and the light golden vertical pupils flashed with majestic light.

His whole body was covered with a layer of shiny black scales, and a lifelike dragon tail swayed leisurely.

With just this one blow, the dragon tail tapped lightly, and a gap was blasted in the North Border Cangtan.

On the stands.

Lu Jin's hands tightly grasped the edge of the wooden board, and his knuckles turned white due to the force, leaving deep marks.

He secretly regretted it in his heart. If he had known that the disciple he wanted to accept two days ago had learned the secret technique of Quanxing, how could he let him go so easily?

Not killing him directly was a face-saving act for the old master. As for Wang Ai, he really looked down on him.

At this time, the old master's hand gently covered the back of Lu Jin's hand.

That seemingly gentle pat actually contained a force that could not be ignored. A dull sound sounded, and at the same time, several clear fingerprints were left on the back of Lu Jin's hand.

"Old Lu, you are still so impulsive at such an old age. There are more than one family in the world who can wear this godly mask."

This sentence, like the morning bell and evening drum, calmed Lu Jin's mood instantly.

He recalled Wang Quan's identity - the noble eldest son of the Wang family, completely different from Lu Liang of the Lu family who was forced into exile, and there was absolutely no reason for him to get involved in the way of Quanxing.

Thinking of this, Lu Jin's depression suddenly dissipated, and he softly blamed himself: "It is indeed my fault."

The old Taoist smiled slightly, patted Lu Jin's shoulder, and then looked back at the fierce battle.

I saw that Wang Quan had taken back the Dragon Pecking Cone, and his body was agile. With one step, he easily dispersed the attack of the Dirty Water Thunder.

Seeing that the Dirty Water Thunder was no longer effective, Zhang Lingyu quickly changed his tactics, and the Golden Light Curse was fully activated, and his body was covered with dazzling golden light.

Transformed with Qi!

An indestructible golden shield

The card instantly blocked in front of him.

However, Wang Quan's eyes were stern, and the dragon claws suddenly stretched out, with the force of lightning, instantly tearing the golden shield into countless fragments.

The sharp claw wind came in his face. If Zhang Lingyu had not dodged in time, it would not be just a few strands of hair that would be broken.

The atmosphere on the field was instantly tense to the extreme, and the audience held their breath and stared, fearing to miss any details.

Although Zhang Lingyu was shocked, he did not panic, and his body retreated quickly, while secretly thinking about countermeasures in his heart.

He knew that the defense of the Golden Light Curse alone could not withstand Wang Quan's fierce attack like a dragon, and he had to find a new breakthrough.

However, the Golden Light Curse seemed fragile under Wang Quan's majesty, like a layer of thin paper, which could be easily penetrated;

And the dirty water thunder was even more insignificant to him and could be easily broken.

Even if he used the exquisiteness of Yang Wulei and stimulated the power of palm thunder, it would probably be difficult to shake it in the slightest.

"In this case, we can only try this trick!"

After Zhang Lingyu finished speaking, he waved his fingers lightly, and several black lines as dark as night and winding like earthworms sprang out from his fingertips and instantly sank into Wang Quan's body.

Shui Zang - Wandering Earthworm Thunder!

In an instant, Wang Quan's movements seemed to be restrained by an invisible force, and his speed dropped sharply, appearing extremely heavy.

'This feeling... damp and cold, piercing, it really deserves to be Shui Zang Thunder, but it's enough to get rid of you before you fall! '

Wang Quan thought secretly in his heart, and then moved again, and his speed miraculously surpassed the previous limit, and it flashed away.

Seeing this, Zhang Lingyu's pupils shrank, and he saw that Wang Quan's palm wind was already in front of him!

Great Compassionate Hand!

This was not from the Qiyin power that Xiao Zi copied there, but from the pure Shaolin Kung Fu that he had obtained by personally going to Shaolin and studying hard.

Zhang Lingyu reacted quickly and also raised his hand. The golden light gathered and turned into a huge golden palm print, which he greeted.

The two forces collided violently in the air, and the golden light and palm wind intertwined, and finally turned into nothingness, leaving only the two people stumbling due to the reaction force.

Zhang Lingyu retreated with the force, stabilized his body, and was about to observe the situation.

But Wang Quan took off into the air, his body rotated gracefully in the air, and then a dragon tail came roaring with amazing power.