"I didn't mean to hurt you, I just happened to run into it."

Wang Yan passed his words on, hoping to appease the angry white dragon.

However, it is useless, and the white dragon's IQ seems to be quite limited, and he doesn't care about anything other than angry and roaring.

"No, I have to stop it, or I'll have to hide."

Wang Yan clenched his teeth and suddenly became ruthless.

A fierce spiritual explosion fell on the white dragon, and Wang Yan took advantage of the white dragon's confusion to turn his mental power into a big hand and grabbed a nail.

"Boom! Click! ”

Another thunderclap exploded, Wang Yan's head shook, and the mental power stretched out to the nail immediately collapsed.

"Fuck you uncle! If you're not honest, I'll kill you! ”

Wang Yan roared, and the spirit of all his strength exploded and smashed over.

He was ready to fight hard, not because his mind was muddy due to his sense of justice, but because the white dragon with an obvious IQ to be recharged was eyeing him.

Either help the white dragon relieve the pain, or be hated and have to flee.

The former had a chance to make Bai Long understand that it was not Wang Yan who caused him pain, while the latter was like a deserter, unable to get close to here for a long time.

Wang Yan is not a dead-eyed person, but he will not do anything to run away halfway.

Because if there is one, there are two, and if there is two, there are three, and if running away becomes a habit, then the whole person will be wasted.

"Boom!"

The third thunder exploded in his mind, Wang Yan clenched his teeth, and one of his front teeth was shattered.

This time, although his telekinesis was on the verge of collapse, it was forcibly stabilized by him.

"Come out for me!"

Wang Yan roared angrily, and the other front tooth still couldn't hold it after all, and directly turned into splinters and pierced his lips.

At the same time, the nail that firmly held the white dragon slowly began to move.

At this time, Bailong finally understood what Wang Yan wanted to do. It's just a low IQ, not a fool, and it's naturally able to tell the difference between good and bad.

"Give! I! Go out! Come! ”

The roar was a bit broken, and the blood in Wang Yan's mouth spurted wildly, and his eyes, ears, and nostrils began to seep blood.

Less than five seconds passed, but to Wang Yan it seemed like centuries.

The intense pain continued to torment his body, so intense that his nerves were paralyzed.

Physical pain can be forcibly ignored by the brain, but soul damage cannot be stopped.

The nail was pulled out, Wang Yan collapsed on the ground and twitched wildly, and the whole person was like a maggot writhing constantly.

The terrible pain lasted for more than half a minute, and Wang Yan felt like he had been fished out of water, and his whole body was soaked with sweat.

"! Lao Tzu is alive again! ”

Laboriously getting up from the ground, although Wang Yan's brain was dizzy, he always felt that there was a balloon inflating inside, but he didn't lose his life.

"Whew!"

Just as Wang Yan got up, he suddenly felt a force surging from the ground and slowly burrowing into his body.

This force is thick and soft, faster than the repair of nanobots, and it has recovered from the injuries in the body in less than ten seconds.

"Is that the dragon? What the hell is this? Dragon vein? ”

Wang Yan didn't try to communicate with Bai Long, his current mental power was almost exhausted, and he couldn't even lift a pen.

After pulling out the nail, the white dragon not only did not attack him again, but instead released energy to help him repair his body, and it was obvious that the fool also understood that Wang Yan was helping him before.

Pointing the personal assistance terminal at the nail, a line of text emerges.

"Zhenlong Nail: Cultivating with secret methods, it has a strong suppressive effect on the spiritual objects of heaven and earth, and can cause great damage to the evil and ghostly things."

"Good stuff!"

Wang Yan muttered, and then slowly moved back to the room like Alzheimer's.

The matter of the Dongying exchange group was solved, but Wang Yan was not idle.

The damage to the soul needs to be repaired by the main god, and the things that Wang Situ promised were sent over, so Wang Yan simply stayed at home and practiced.

Throw all kinds of metals and minerals to the first god, and the two hundred-year-old medicinal herbs were used up in conjunction with the "Twelve Chapters of Imperial Power".

With a physical attribute close to forty times that of ordinary people, Wang Yan quickly practiced the first one.

There is no significant increase in attributes, but the control of power is very different from before.

"Bang!"

A finger poked at the top of the five-millimeter-thick steel plate, and although it did not penetrate completely, the back had a very obvious bulge, and even several clear cracks appeared at the tip.

The power of this finger alone can already be compared to that of an ordinary pistol.

The first of the twelve chapters of imperial power is to cultivate muscles, concentrating the originally scattered power in one point, so as to exert several times or even dozens of times the lethality.

However, this kind of transfer can't be used all the time, and you have to rest for a while after using it a few times.

"I'm running out of medicine, and it's almost time to solve the follow-up problems."

Pulling his finger out, Wang Yan turned his head to look in the direction of the east, and a cold killing intent appeared on his face.

is the so-called coming without being rude, since Dongying dares to bring people to Huaxia to make trouble, then Wang Yan will be very sorry for the motherland and the people if he doesn't go to Dongying for a turn.

As an advanced technological product, the aircraft of Spider-Man World can completely evade the radar detection of the main world.

Taking advantage of the cover of night to land in a remote place, Wang Yan put away his things and began to walk towards a crowded place.

The comprehensive language package allowed Wang Yan to learn to speak Dongying very fluently, coupled with the basically identical appearance of Asians, if Wang Yan didn't say it himself, he wouldn't be able to tell that he was Chinese.

After walking for almost ten minutes, Wang Yan soon came to a relatively lively street.

Looking at the surrounding buildings similar to those in the third- and fourth-tier cities of China, Wang Yan pursed his lips and stopped a person to ask for directions.

This is a sixteen or seventeen-year-old girl, with short skirts in stockings, long hair in a shawl, with a touch of gentleness and tranquility.

"Hello, I'm from Osaka, I want to experience the folk customs."

Wang Yan said with a smile on his face and very kindly.

"Experiencing folklore?"

Hearing Wang Yan's words, the little girl looked him up and down, and a faint smile appeared on her handsome face.

"Come with me, I'm very familiar with this area, and I'm very proficient in folk customs."

"Folklore? Master? Can you still use this language? ”

Wang Yan didn't doubt him, and thought it was the dialect of a small place. After all, the language packs exchanged are all standard languages similar to Mandarin, and many people will have some dialect words in their daily speech.

But when the little girl led him left and right into a remote alley where no one was around, Wang Yan's expression suddenly changed.