The Eye can pierce through dark tides and sand.

After a while, Meng Fan felt that there was a film-like invisible thing in front of him, but it was not strong, and with one step, the pressure of squeezing himself disappeared.

The robe is still the same, and it has not been stained with a single drop of water.

"Dragon's breath is mottled."

"And it's very different from the humane dragon spirit, mixed with greenery and fishy smell."

"It should be a Jiao."

While whispering, Meng Fan walked forward with a kitchen knife, and almost at the same time, the sound of breaking wind came, and three icicles fell from the sky.

However, before he got close, it was evaporated by the Taoist true fire and turned into a drop of mist.

On the next stretch of the road, cold arrows, iron nails, and other weapons that had been simply sacrificed were one after another, and although they did not cause any damage, they also showed the attitude of the master.

There is such a sentence in the book "Journey to the West": Mo Dao Dragon King has no treasure.

Whether it is what Meng Fan watched before the crossing, or various film and television dramas, the Dragon King is a hospitable image, and the Dragon Palace welcomes guests from all over the world.

What's more, treat it as a treasure boy, whether it is a big demon or a nameless person, you can go over to fight a dozen autumn winds.

【Dragons are weak and can be bullied】

Most people have this idea, including Meng Fan, who has never had the opportunity to step into the path before.

Now, what he encountered in this humble Jiaolong Palace has completely subverted the inherent impression.

It is a dark hall that can vaguely see the traces of the carving, about ten zhang long, about three zhang wide, there is no beauty, but it gives people the impression of a monkey and a crown.

Especially the constant fishy smell, which is more foul than the pigsty, how can there be half a dragon breed majesty?

"You little Taoist came uninvited, and you made such a big disturbance in this King's Dragon Palace."

"What's the intention?!"

His voice was hoarse, obviously questioning.

In the darkness, two lantern-like vertical children lit up, and a pitch-black dragon came out.

There are horns between the foreheads, and there are two claws under the body.

Because the body is relatively long, about four feet, and the body is comparable to a millstone, the claws look particularly uncoordinated, like chicken claws under the body of an eagle.

"Evil beasts!"

"Poor Taoist view of your whole body of anger, the smell of blood lingers for a long time, pretending to be in the name of the god, asking for a living sacrifice, specially to eliminate a harm in the world!"

It's useless to say more, Meng Fan killed it directly, even if it was a rusty tetanus blade, with the blessing of Gengjin's qi, it could be indestructible.

To be honest, he had dealt with all kinds of ghosts before, and the most impressive monster he encountered was a small rat spirit, but it was the first time he fought with Jiaolong.

Clang!

Between breaths, the brilliant kitchen knife slashed at the head of the hideous Jiao.

The black scale armor broke in response, and golden blood continued to flow out.

Or can shabu-shabu?

A strange thought came to his mind, which was quickly reined in, and the sound of breaking wind came from behind him.

A slender tail crackled down.

However, Meng Fan was able to fly in the air for a short time, and his body was often sharpened by practicing the Emperor Forging Technique, and when he encountered this situation, he first twisted it in an incredible way, dodging a powerful blow, and then directly dodged and appeared in the distance.

Syllable!

The sound is exceptionally crisp.

The tail hit the head of the dragon, and the black scales flew over.

"Good, good!"

Heijiao suffered a big loss, and the killing intent was full of murderous intent, stretching out a half-zhang long forked tongue, revealing a mouth full of sharp teeth, and said in a sand voice: "Today is either you die or I die."

"Too much nonsense."

The moment the response came out, Meng Fan had already appeared under the black Jiao, and when the blood and qi were surging, a punch that was enough to open the mountain and break the stone was blasted out.

Another loud bang.

The scale armor fell, and a fist mark appeared on the sturdy dragon torso.

Almost at the same time, the black Jiao, which almost flew upside down, shook the moire

shaped with a giant tail, he fought back angrily, responding to the nature of a beast and refusing to suffer half a loss.

But it's still too slow.

"More than fierce, but stupid as a donkey."

In the comments, Meng Fan had already calculated seven inches, that is, one-seventh of the length of the evil Jiao's body, close to the Jiao's head.

No matter how high the road is, I am afraid of kitchen knives.

The age of this beast is not long, it only has two claws, and the method of fighting is still stuck in the body of a snake.

Seeing that the Gengjin qi covering the kitchen knife became more and more brilliant, Meng Fan's wrist poured full strength, cracked it fiercely, and instantly got feedback.

Rise!

The hoarse voice like a dragon's roar resounded throughout the water, and even the people waiting on the shore heard this movement and couldn't help but look at each other.

"Dao Ye spares his life...... Xiaolong is satisfied."

"Be driven!

」

The sound stopped abruptly.

The huge Jiao body, which was still writhing wildly under Meng Fan's feet before, suddenly fell silent.

Needless to say, it's dead.

Licking the golden Jiao blood that splashed on his face, with a slightly fishy smell but a sweet aftertaste, Meng Fan breathed a long sigh of relief: "Do you think Dao Ye doesn't know how to delay the army?"

This is a poisonous snake.

Don't look at the good words in the mouth of the evil beast, there was already a black mist condensing between the sharp teeth just now, and it almost erupted.

It is true that the prospect of taking the dragon as a mount is very good, and if it can fly, it is even more powerful.

But if you are born with a different heart and are ready to devour the Lord at any time, don't do it.

Besides, it is full of karma, I don't know how many lives it has swallowed, how much merit does Meng Fan have to accompany him?

"Scales for nails."

"The dragon tendon refining belt."

"Flesh and blood shabu-shabu grows flesh."

"The fierce and ignorant dragon soul brings the refining weapon, so you can't keep using kitchen knives."

In an instant, Meng Fan had already figured out what to do with this hideous black Jiao corpse.

If it is for the sake of refining weapons, deliberately killing the monster that opens the spiritual wisdom is indeed hurting, but the demon who commits the crime is different, this is an evil animal!

Meng Zhenren has eliminated a great harm in the world, not to mention the merit and fame, but also a bunch of materials.

Win-win.

The people near the waters win once.

The Big Dipper Seven Yuan real person Meng Fan won twice.

Thinking of this, he waved his sleeves, and Haoran's mana flashed away, and the corpse disappeared with it.

His eyes fell on the kitchen knife again.

The rust is all peeling off, and there are faint natural textures emerging, like fish scales, but on closer inspection, it is not difficult to develop similar to a long snake.

"Dyeing the dragon's blood can also be regarded as a simple magic weapon, if it is worshiped by the people day and night in the future, and blessed with faith and incense, it may be further transformed in a hundred years."

The sound is completely gone.

The water mansion was restored to darkness and dead silence, and the humble palace was reduced to ruins, so as not to have any demons occupy the land and bring disaster to the people.

Shore.

Overcrowded.

They were all people who rushed to join in the excitement when they heard the news, as well as passing merchants.

Except for the roar of the dragon, there was no major movement, until the river automatically separated a piece of water, and Meng Fan walked out lightly.

"Fortunately, I didn't disgrace my life."

With that, he sat back down in front of the stall.

A pot of cloudy wine, a plate of pork meat, and a plate of green vegetables.

These had been prepared during this period, and Meng Fan flicked his sleeves while eating steadily.

So.

Under the gaze of thousands of eyes, such a picture is presented: a handsome and elegant Taoist drinking turbid wine alone, a dragon-patterned kitchen knife is inserted in the eucalyptus of the table, and at his feet is a hideous black Jiao.

A fist print.

Two stab wounds.

Obviously, it didn't take much effort.

Meng Fan understands how to appear in front of people.