Please enter the text Jin Cicada did not rush to make a move, although he is a strong martial king, he is the same as the ordinary people of Yunlan Kingdom, and he is also the first to eat and see the real dragon, curiosity is inevitable, not to mention, he who has cultivated the dragon descending stick method to the Great Perfection, even if he is confident, he has to be cautious, and it is not a joke to say that the dragon breath that can melt even the holy weapon is not a joke.

"I know, I know, but I haven't seen it!"

Bai Li raised his head, his eyes widened, and he asked eagerly: "The five-clawed golden dragon is the dragon god of the dragon clan, Lord Ben still thought he didn't exist, it turned out that there really was, for so many years, Lord Ben has been calling himself a dragon god, it seems that it is a little inappropriate, okay, okay, in the future, Lord Ben will not call himself the dragon god, by the way, what kind of ancestor and five-clawed golden dragon did you fight? Who won?"

"This ......"

Jin Chanzi felt that his thinking was a little unable to keep up, did this little black dragon have a problem with his brain, how could he care about some useless things? What does their win or loss have to do with the current battle situation?

However, it is rare to have a dragon talking to him, and the golden cicada still said patiently: "In the five wars, although Master Zu did not win one, he survived under the dragon claws of the five-clawed golden dragon, and this is ......."

"Ahh

Bai Li interrupted the golden cicada with a snort, and his eyes suddenly showed a look of disdain.

"What if you lose? The five-clawed golden dragon has a strength comparable to the peak of the Martial Emperor, although my Zen ancestor is still glorious, looking at the entire Eight Desolations, who can survive the dragon power of the five-clawed golden dragon? For ten thousand years, there has been no one!"

Zen Buddhism shocked the eight wildernesses, the first generation of patriarchs encountered the five-clawed golden dragon, and the record of retreating from the five wars had caused a sensation in the middle reaches of the entire Jinsha River, although 10,000 years have passed, it has always been the pride of Zen Buddhism.

Jin Chanzi is right, the human martial cultivator who can escape in front of the five-clawed golden dragon is only the Zen ancestor in the entire Eight Desolations, which is enough to be proud of.

After returning to Zen Buddhism, he set up a new dragon and tiger hall, and his self-created dragon stick method is known as the most fierce and unparalleled ground-level martial arts in the eight wildernesses, and I don't know how many fierce demons and beasts have been killed in the past ten thousand years, and no one dares to underestimate them.

However, the pride of the golden cicada falling in the white red eyes is another matter entirely.

"Stinky and shameless. ”

A certain dragon with his head on the window snorted disdainfully, "Losing is losing, and even though you are defeated, you humans ...... No, you Zen people are so hypocritical and shameless that even Lord Ben is ashamed of himself, but there is one thing that Lord Ben is very curious about. ”

"You say!"

Jin Cicada's face was pale, and the fingers holding the vajra stick were rattling because of too much force, if it was someone else, so humiliating Zen Buddhism, he would have smashed it down with a stick.

But the black dragon below was different, his body was hiding in the main hall, only his head was exposed, and he had nowhere to start.

Hit him on the head with a stick?joke, Jin Chanzi would not do such a stupid thing unless his brain was kicked by a donkey.

The dragon's head is the hardest place on the dragon's body, and it is also the most dangerous part, looking at the entire Eight Desolations, no one dares to attack the dragon's head head-on, why?

The so-called dragon slaying is nothing more than consuming first and then killing, only when the dragon's dragon breath and physical strength are almost consumed, can there be a chance to slay the dragon, otherwise, even if the strength of the martial arts master, don't think about cutting off the dragon's neck with a knife.

"Your ancestor's ancestor has been defeated five times in a row in the hands of my dragon clan's five-clawed golden dragon, a stick method created by an old bald head who has lost so many times, what do you have to show off?

“......”

The golden cicada is depressed, it's really a long time to see.

After living for more than 30 years, I finally saw a real dragon, I thought it would be a thrilling, blood-boiling, life-and-death battle, but I didn't expect to encounter such a thing.

Aren't you talking nonsense?

You are huddled in the main hall, only showing your head, how can you fight?

Is this really a noble and proud race that regards all those who are not of the same kind as a lowly race, a dragon who draws their swords at the slightest disagreement?

How is it different from the legend?

Back then, the Zen Ancestor was chased and killed for more than three months just by accidentally intruding into the territory of the dragon, why was this guy still waiting to be beaten?

"Are you scared, scared, trembling!"

Bai Li saw that the golden cicada did not react, and his mouth was not idle, "I am tall and handsome...... In front of the brave white and red adults, you little Zen bald head dare to scream around?

This cry is as cheap as it is.

The golden cicada was enraged.

As the top powerhouse of this generation of Zen Buddhism, the pride of genius has been with him since the day his martial soul awakened, looking at the head below that is how much he looks at it, and how hateful and hateful the eyes on his head, the golden cicada gritted his teeth, his heart is horizontal, and the cultivation of the third-level martial king exploded violently, a hundred-meter-long stick-like phantom flashed above his head and instantly merged with the vajra stick in his hand, with the help of the violent energy of the soul element, the body turned into a long rainbow, and he slammed it against the white and red head.

"Ahh

There was a strange scream, and his head shrank back with a swish.

Jokes, stupid X will lie here and be beaten.

The golden cicada is a third-level martial king, and the vajra stick in his hand is a holy weapon, although there is only a skeleton left, he can't spray dragon breath, and he can't fly, but his perception of danger is more keen.

Not to mention anything else, just by virtue of the heart-rending scream of Lei Huo, who has always been ruthless and endurance to pain is a hundred times that of himself, he understands that this stick is not something that anyone can suffer, and after angering the golden cicada, he immediately pulled the bird in the wind.

From the moment Bai Li Li Red appeared, Lei Huo shrunk his body into a ball and lay on his stomach in a pile of ruins not far away, the four eyelids on his two big heads drooped, and his expression was very painful.

The white and red guessed correctly.

The stick of the golden cicada is not so easy to suffer.

In addition, Lei Huo was already seriously injured, and he was completely gritted his teeth to participate in the war for Merlin before, and he never used his body to fight, in addition to preserving his strength and hiding his identity, the main reason was to restore the wound and reduce the pain.

Now in order to deal with the golden cicada, he showed his true body, and he was beaten with a stick, if it wasn't for his natural physical strength, this stick would have broken his waist.

After revealing his head through the white red, the nonsense with the golden cicada seemed useless, but in fact, he was buying Lei Huo a chance to recover and make a move.

This dragon and a dog from the first day of meeting thousands of years ago is like fire and water, but it is this thousands of years of open and secret struggle that allows each other to have a fuller understanding, no matter what, they work together, no matter how big the hatred is the internal contradiction of the people, and the golden cicada is the hatred of the enemy, at this time, of course, we must be consistent with the outside, otherwise the nearly 100 lives of the bones are not in vain?