No matter what world you are in,

dragon

Always the most sacred of the divine species.

Born to use the laws of heaven and earth, even if he doesn't practice, just relying on the slow awakening of the dragon clan's divine bloodline, thousands of years later, he can become a generation of powerful beings comparable to saints.

In the face of dragons, no one can remain calm.

There are only two people in history who have seen the dragon with their own eyes, one is the sword saint of the West Sea eight hundred years ago, invincible in his life, there was no saint-level powerhouse in that era, in order to confirm the Taoism, he traveled through thousands of mountains and rivers to seek defeat, and finally died in the hands of a dragon on an overseas island, and became holy before his death, and witnessed the scenery that only saints can see, and died without regrets.

The other is the most admired spiritual genius among young people today, the hunter Mo Qi.

It was only a one-sided relationship, but it had a great impact on their monastic career.

Feng Xiaohan has not only seen the dragon, but more precisely, he has also intersected with it.

He was raised by that dragon even before he could truly survive on his own.

He had forgotten when and why he had been there, and he barely survived on the leftovers of the dragon every day, until he killed a demon beast with his own hands for the first time.

On the day Feng Xiaohan killed the demon beast, the dragon pointed a finger at his forehead...... When I woke up, I was in a small cave dozens of miles away.

After that, he continued to fight with demon beasts, and got pleasure from them, and one day a thunder fell from the sky, causing a fire that burned many demon beasts, so he learned to barbecue meat.

Then, he picked up a book that would not be damaged no matter how he burned it......

Every summer, Feng Xiaohan would go to the valley where the dragon was located to escape the heat, and occasionally climb to the top of the mountain to challenge it, but he would always be blown down the mountain by a breath of dragon breath.

It wasn't until he came to the human world that he knew that the mountain was called Qiufeng Mountain, and the valley under the mountain was called Xiaoser Valley.

Feng Xiaohan didn't say the name of that place, he looked at He Xirou and said, "I always remember this finger clearly, because I have never felt such extreme cold, even this snowy region is not as cold as it was at that time." Later, Old Man Guo pointed at me and passed on my words. ”

He Xirou never thought that he would have such an adventure.

The dragon sleeps, and the world lasts for a hundred days.

In addition to beauties and treasures, the legendary dragon's favorite thing is sleep.

Since Feng Xiaohan could get some scraps every day, it meant that the dragon hadn't slept until he could get food on his own.

Is that something that can be said...... Was he raised by a dragon?

Anyone who has seen a dragon is burdened with atmospheric luck and is destined to be extraordinary.

Feng Xiaohan has such a childhood, which is a miracle, and it doesn't seem strange that he can be empowered by the divine dragon and become such a genius against the sky.

But the dragon's eyes are above the top, and they regard humans like ants, why did the dragon do this to him, did he have some different qualities?

Feng Xiaohan seemed to see what she was thinking, and said, "I don't know why it wants to do that to me, I just know that it is the object I must defeat." ”

In other words, such a thing would definitely be considered an idiot, but Feng Xiaohan said it so naturally, it seems that this is a natural thing.

Ho was startled, but soon regained her composure, for such an event was not shocking to his childhood experience.

She asked curiously, "Why do you have to defeat it?"

Suddenly, the wind rose, carrying the light snow and the chill emanating from the hall, stroking her green silk, and also igniting the battle intent in his eyes.

"It's the most powerful life I've ever seen, and of course I'm going to surpass it. ”

Feng Xiaohan saw that the demon bear had a thousand great powers, so his strength was greater, and the demon beast wind shadow was hidden in the world, so his ability to hide his whereabouts shocked Qingzhu Peak. Silverback has unrivalled perseverance and patience, but he can still do both.

Beyond all life he has ever seen, it has formed an instinct, deeply engraved in his marrow.

When the other Changming disciples saw Guo Mingzhe, their eyes were only respectful and worshipful. Of course, Feng Xiaohan was also in awe, but he had an irrepressible fighting spirit.

It's not the fighting spirit of fighting with one, it's more like blood.

It was as if someone was whispering in their ear, repeating the magical words over and over again.

Surpass him!

When the disciples of Changming Sect learned about Feng Xiaohan, they thought that he was very similar to Chen Feng, but he was born a little barbaric, and he did not have Chen Feng's dusty and chic meaning.

He Xirou only realized at this time that the two were not like each other at all.

At this point in the exchange, Feng Xiaohan did not tell his true secret, but he also threw out a shocking fact, He Xirou did not doubt the authenticity of this experience, and at the same time was very satisfied with such an answer.

In this way, Feng Xiaohan gave birth to a sense of guilt.

It's not a good thing to lie, but he still decides not to let anyone know until he reaches a certain level.

If there is a day, he will explain it directly to He Xirou.

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"It's a chance to be here, and we have to go in and have a look. ”

Feng Xiaohan looked at the door lock and said in a low voice: "What kind of person would lock the door with or without a key?"

It's more like an iron block than a lock, because there is no lock hole on it, and naturally there is no need for a key, what is the difference between this and an iron block?

The two of them didn't use their swords to cut because they recognized the material of the lock, which was glazed and darkiron, the hardest metal in the world.

Not one of them.

The sword slash on it is meaningless except to injure the blade.

Feng Xiaohan touched the door of the hall, and the tentacles were warm, as comfortable as warm jade, in stark contrast to the cold wind faintly born behind the door.

"Or else...... Cut down this door?" Feng Xiaohan said.

This is a good way, after all, although the ink crystal is hard, it can't withstand the attack of the sword qi.

But He Xirou didn't agree, that would be too disrespectful to the master here, which was not good.

Moreover, these ink crystals are strange, and they can't extract a trace of aura, which is worth considering.

He had a golden ribbon wrapped around his arm, but this was a treacherous snow domain, and God knows if there was the same spatial turbulence in it, so he didn't dare to use this, and if he went in, it would take a long time to use it again, and how to get out was also a problem.

While they were distressed, the One in heaven was also pondering.

According to the personality of this person in the mausoleum, he can come here through the snowy region and will never turn him away, this door and lock are the second test, it is by no means simple, there must be a doorway.

At the same time, he wondered, when did he come up with such a palace?

Feng Xiaohan thought about it for a long time, but he didn't come up with a reason, so he scratched his head and said, "I didn't break it either." ”

Snowflakes slipped from the roof of the temple and fell on the two of them, melting, or falling to the ground and being blown away by the wind.

He Xirou frowned lightly and thought, "There must be clues." ”

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