Beichenfeng himself didn't know what Uncle Wang's strength was, he had already left with Aunt Ru'er at that time. But hearing what Ai Qi said, then Uncle Wang's strength is absolutely extraordinary! Aunt Ru'er's Easy Dance Realm he knows, looking at the entire North City of Los It is difficult to find opponents, but in the hands of that Lance, he can't go a few rounds, and Uncle Wang obediently let Lance leave by himself, unless there is some other reason, it can only mean that Uncle Wang's strength is at least several layers higher than that Lance!

Beichen Feng walked in front and said with a smile: "Uncle Wang is so powerful." Why do you still want to be a housekeeper in our house? Although he is the deputy city lord, my father is probably not an opponent compared to him!"

Ai Qi didn't say much, and kept a cold attitude. "Since Uncle Wang is powerful here, the group of people left on their own initiative yesterday, that is to say, they didn't dare to confront Uncle Wang at all, could it be that Uncle Wang really has such a strong strength?" Beichen Feng was still puzzled, but he was even more sure that Uncle Wang's strength and background were definitely not as usual.

The two slowly returned to the city lord's mansion in the north, although it was a little deserted along the way, but there were still people, but I heard that the south was a little unpeaceful.

The three-hundred-year-old statue temple building is still quaint, and it still seals the memory.

When Uncle Wang stepped into the statue temple again, it had been ten years since he had last entered. Nothing has changed here,

Uncle Wang can't care about the surrounding environment at the moment, he is a little old, really a little. He wasn't like that, and even Lance said he was old. The temple is still like this, and the people in the temple are still in the temple.

When Uncle Wang walked to the hall on the third floor, everything had not changed, it was still a dark and dim world. It seems that this mysterious space will never change, and what was the past ten years ago is still the same here.

Uncle Wang could feel his breath in this space, which had not changed for ten years, like a never-ending encounter.

"You shouldn't have come here, Wangyong!" an old and powerful voice came from the darkness.

"Hmph, you're enjoying your duties as a priest!" said Wang Yong, staring at the darkness somewhere.

The darkness was quiet, and there was no echo for a long time. Wang Yong slowly approached the darkness, he was extremely cautious, he did not dare to let his guard down, and he was always on guard against the unknown darkness ahead.

"I told you a long time ago! I have nothing to do with you since!Why are you still coming to me!?" roared the high priest, his voice shuttling back and forth in the temple of the idol, and did not dissipate for a long time.

"I don't want to continue arguing with you!Because there's no point! Now that the northern city of Los Angeles is in danger, I want to borrow the Heavenly Dragon!" Uncle Wang obviously didn't want to say anything more to the high priest, so he got straight to the point.

"Wang Yong, do you think it is useful for you to come here as the deputy city lord of the northern city to beg me?" The high priest sat on a futon in the dark, and his attitude still did not improve.

"I said, now the entire northern city of Los is threatened! You are the high priest, you have the obligation and responsibility to hand over the ruling power of the Celestial Dragon!" No matter how deep the grievances were in the past, if you were in the face of righteousness, why couldn't you let go of your personal feelings?

"Are you still haunted by that incident, so you don't agree?" Uncle Wang didn't continue to be strong, he knew that if he wanted to get the people in front of him to agree to borrow the Heavenly Dragon, maybe the only one would be soft.

"I have long forgotten about that incident back then, and I have no complaints about my expulsion from the Heavenly Dragon!" The High Priest's face looked a little terrifying in the dark, with deep sunken eye sockets and a high nose, but it was a chilling expression.

"No! You still remember! You have never forgotten! I know the power of the Celestial Character Seal! No one will forget!" Uncle Wang was a little emotional and shouted loudly.

"The last time you came to ask me to do a blood test for that child, you said you begged me, and then we wrote it off! Now no one owes anyone! You go!" the high priest spoke fiercely, eager to stand up.

"I said so ten years ago, but now the situation is different! These are extraordinary times, I, and all the people of Loth North City want you to help Loth North City!" Wang Bo became crazy, leaned forward, and approached the high priest.

"I don't want to hear these great truths! I tell you, Wang Yong! Once everyone on the continent could beat me and abandon me! Because I was an unblessed child, but you alone you could not do that to me! Because I regarded you as a good friend! And the result? Look here! Look here! What is it?" the high priest stood up, walked down the futon, came to the king, and said hatefully to the king.

The high priest pointed his finger at a mark on his left arm, and the whole person seemed to be insane. But Wang Yong still looked at the old man in front of him calmly, with deep sunken eye sockets and blurred eyes. The two men stood opposite each other, and in terms of momentum, the high priest completely overwhelmed the king and had the upper hand.

"I had a hard time at that time, and I can't tell you now, but I have to tell you something, if you listen to me, I think you will borrow me Tianlong!" Wang Yong said very calmly, as if he was sure that the high priest would agree.

"Well, I'd like to hear that. The high priest clasped his elbows in both hands and sneered.

The words were like a shock, and the high priest was completely unable to react.

"This time the Song of the Dead is also participating, and their goal is Beichen Feng!" Wang Bo said calmly, but it set off an earth-shattering wave in the high priest's heart.

"They want to capture that child?" the high priest asked calmly, as if he had calmed down instantly.

"That's right, Lance is leading the action. ”

"I promise you, lend you Tianlong, but you must promise me a request!" the high priest suddenly relented, a little unbearable for Uncle Wang. Uncle Wang wanted to borrow the Heavenly Dragon at this moment, so he asked anxiously:

"What do you ask?" you say. ”

"Kill that child!" said the High Priest through gritted teeth. His facial expressions were even more hideous, his facial features were distorted, and he could only see evil in his expression.

This sentence was like a powerful lightning bolt, hitting Uncle Wang's heart, extremely uncomfortable. "Why do you want that child to die?" Uncle Wang asked sensibly, although he couldn't accept it a little.

"You don't have to ask me why, do you agree or not? I hope you think about it carefully, you now have many lives in your hands!"

Yes, many people's lives! As soon as the dragon came out, although the enemy army could not be completely defeated, it could at least repel the enemy army in front of him. But why did he want Beichen Feng to die? What is the reason for this?

Sometimes, you don't have to dwell on the reason because you never know what the real cause is.

"I promise you!"

This time, it was the high priest who was shocked. "I didn't expect you to be so cheerful! Aren't you very protective of that kid, why are you agreeing to my request now?"

"In front of me, the lives of the people of the entire northern city of Los Angeles are the most important. ”

"You still haven't changed your self-righteous and righteous stinky temper!"

"I can't change it for the rest of my life! Poor man!" Uncle Wang said with some self-deprecation.

"You're so tired. Well, since you are so happy, I also promise you, as long as you can make that child die, I will lend you Tianlong!" said the high priest solemnly.

"Don't worry about this, I will do what I say!"

In the hall, fourteen bronze sculptures are placed on both sides, seven on each side, which is particularly solemn.

Standing in front of the fourteen statues, the king closed his eyes, folded his prayers with reverence:

"The Silver Armor Heavenly Dragon, live up to all sentient beings! Although it is a mustard, reverse the sky!"

Over and over again, over and over again, like a mantra, like a command. The high priest stood on the periphery of the fourteen bronze statues, watching the king's every move.

From each of the fourteen bronze statues, a beam of light shone on the body of the king. Uncle Wang is in the middle, seven rays of light on each side, intertwined, fused and hugged each other.

"These fourteen bronze statues are all the secrets of the Celestial Dragon, and the source of all power lies here. Wang Yong, listen, Tianlong is a force that represents absolute justice, and at the same time, it must not be tarnished in the slightest! Anyone who insults Tianlong will die! I hope you pay more attention, otherwise, there will be no good end!" Uncle Wang knew that all this was not a joke. He knew that the Celestial Dragons, the most amazing and secretive army on the road, of course you could say it was something!

The high priest slowly took something out of his sleeve and threw it at the king, and the thing was thrown out of the high priest's hand, and in the blink of an eye it flew to the top of the king's head, stopped there, and slowly turned.

I finally saw something like that, the red surface glowed with a pale golden light, and the fourteen rays of light complemented it, and it looked particularly charming. It was in the shape of a knife, but smaller than a child's toy.

Wang Yong looked up, a little bewildered, and turned to the high priest and asked:

"What should I do next?"

"Hold it and drop a drop of your blood on it. The High Priest said.

Uncle Wang didn't dare to be careless, his hand moved very slowly to the small knife, and finally held it tightly and didn't let go.

In an instant, he felt that from his hands to his feet, a stream of spiritual power gushed out of that knife, and from Uncle Wang's hand, it was transferred to all parts of his body at once!

Suddenly, I heard a sound like a stone cracking coming from all around, lingering in my ears for a long time. Uncle Wang looked around.

It doesn't matter if you don't look at it, you will be shocked when you see it! The fourteen bronze statues around it actually moved slowly! With the roaring sound, the entire temple building of the statue seemed to tremble. This 300-year-old building has become small at this moment.

The patina fell to the ground and was still shaking!

"Quick, quick, dripping blood!" said the high priest with a roar of rage, a bit of command.

Uncle Wang didn't dare to slack off at all, and immediately swiped his thumb at his index finger, and a hole cracked, and blood flowed out of it. Since he was still holding the knife in his hand, the blood flowed directly to the knife. The knife was strange to say, and immediately its appearance changed color, from a pale golden light to a bright red, like the color of blood!

And the fourteen bronze statues around him were immediately quiet, no longer trembling, and everything was peaceful.

Both of them were actually a little shocked, Uncle Wang saw the quiet fourteen bronze statues, and he had not yet woken up from the shock just now, and said a little stupidly:

"The silver-armored heavenly dragon lives up to all living beings. Is this the power of the Celestial Dragon?"

Everything was silent, no one spoke. The high priest was also in a hurry and did not dare to relax.

After a long time, the dome exploded, and sound fell from the sky, yes, from the sky!

"Silver Armor Heavenly Dragon, Silver Armor Heavenly Dragon, Silver Armor Heavenly Dragon lives up to all beings, lives up to all beings, lives up to all beings"

Fourteen bronze statues, their rusty lips slightly open and closed, and fourteen pairs of eyes, staring at the dome.

After writing this, maybe you don't understand what you're talking about in the first 20 chapters. Yes, sometimes I don't know why I wrote the first 20 chapters, 60,000 words. Some people say that I can't write, forgive me for my immature writing, in fact, people make mistakes, I don't have the strength of those great gods, maybe I can't write a fascinating story at first. But I still want to write, not for anyone, but for myself. I'm going to finish this book anyway, because it's the first one, it's a dream of mine.

You'll say who the protagonist of the first twenty chapters really is, sorry, I can't tell you because even I don't know who it is.

From tomorrow, maybe the main chapter will begin. It may not be that the storyline has much to do with the first twenty chapters, or it may not have anything to do with it at all. But people are still these people, and I try to make sure that every reader can enjoy the process of reading. In short, novices on the road, please advise.

Thank you!