"Next!"

A majestic cry rang out.

Fierce battles were fought again and again, and Huang Long also rarely played a little bit of passionate passion, and the loose Taoist robe had already spread out in the battle, revealing his sturdy upper body, drenched in sweat, but indescribably happy.

Jumang quotations: Refining and fighting, is a real male fairy!

Huang Long didn't fully agree, because at the beginning, because he was poor, he could only practice himself, and in the later stage, he worshiped under the Yuan Shi Tianzun and had many spiritual treasures, and his development direction was to wave his sleeves lightly, and thousands of miles away, thousands of enemies were wiped out.

This kind of hand-to-hand combat looks very bloody, but it is obviously not elegant.

And it's dangerous.

If it weren't for the fact that this way could best convince the Pangu clan, he would have used the magic weapon earlier, the central Wuji Banner defense, and the Kongtong Seal main attack, which would definitely make this group of guys feel what is called a dimensionality reduction strike.

Still, that's what to say.

But you also have to say that this hand-to-hand combat is indeed more enjoyable.

And Huanglong has this capital.

Ying Long's body, this innate root foot, is no worse than the Pangu clan, and the subsequent three drops of essence blood are even more sublimated.

This is not counting the peaches and yellow plums eaten in West Kunlun.

Therefore, if you fight physically and physically, there are not many people in Da Luo who can win against Huanglong.

The gods were supernatural, and they fought head-on with the opposite demon god, and they repelled with one punch, knocking it to the ground, like a meteorite falling, falling hard, and smashing a deep pit tens of thousands of miles wide on the ground.

Then his eyes pressed into a group of Zhurong descendants, and there seemed to be a phantom of the Pangu God behind him.

Prince Changqin looked around and found that he was the only one left in Chongshan's Daluo.

And Huang Long has won five Da Luo in a row, and it looks like he still has enough strength to spare.

In the flesh of the Daluo realm, the crown prince Changqin was rarely convinced, but although he hadn't done it yet, he was already convinced, looking at Huang Long and said: "Qingxu and Dao Xing don't talk about the two thieves, but no matter whether this battle is won or lost, those grudges between you and me will be written off, and I wish Rong Yimai also apologized to the Daoist friends of the Burning Lamp." ”

The rest of Zhu Rong's face was the same, looking at Huang Long's face was mostly convinced, he was a gentleman.

"Okay, come on." Huang Long's gaze was pressing, like a beast.

"No, you're a man, and I won't take advantage of you, just wait for you to develop your strength." Prince Changqin said, he was unhappy with Huang Long before, and he just wanted to beat him, but now he feels that Huang Long can be a friend, but he doesn't want to take advantage of him.

And this advantage may not be taken, the left and right are losing, and it is better to lose to the all-out Huanglong than to lose to the half-crippled Huanglong.

"Okay, Prince Changqin is kind, and he is poor." Huang Long did not shirk, even so, he can also win.

But Prince Changqin's thoughts, he also guessed one or two, naturally cooperated, sat down cross-legged at the moment, absorbing the aura of the Quartet, the poisonous fire and turbidity of the mountain were turned into a torrent, and the momentum was domineering, but when it entered his body, it was a meek, as if he had suddenly changed from a big bad wolf to a little white rabbit.

Seeing that Zhurong is secretly surprised, the earth is turbid, domineering and abnormal, in addition to their clan, there are very few monks in this heaven and earth who can withstand it, and the poisonous fire of this mountain is even more domineering, even if it is the Pangu clan, except for their Zhurong lineage, there are very few that can be absorbed, but Huanglong's absorption efficiency is higher than that of all of them.

No wonder in the Xiaoqian World, he pretended to be of the same clan, and Hou Yi and they didn't find out, this is more like the Pangu clan than us.

After a short time, Huang Long returned to normal, stood up again, and raised his hand towards the crown prince Changqin and said, "Please!" ”

Prince Changqin's face was serious, with a wave of his palm, an antique guqin appeared in front of him, congenital sycamore wood, integrated, elegant and extraordinary, and there were a few red floating clouds on the body of the piano that seemed elegant.

Huang Long secretly noticed that the Pangu clan was not good at refining weapons, and this long qin was a little outrageous, and with these floating clouds, the forger could be imagined.

However, these are all things in the future, Huang Long didn't have so much thought, and did it directly.

A punch was thrown, and the blood rushed like an ocean, majestic and endless.

The prince's long qin did not have hand-to-hand combat, but played the sound of the piano, and suddenly, the fire rose in the sky, the sound of the piano sounded, and the rhythm of heaven and earth coincided.

Ordinary monks cultivate the Tao and enlighten the Tao, and they are in harmony with heaven and earth, and strive to resonate with heaven and earth.

However, when it comes to the Pangu clan, it's a different matter, they don't need to comprehend any Dao, they are born with the Dao, and they will naturally have Dao resonance.

It's probably the difference between biological and stepmother-raised.

However, Huang Long was not jealous, because since Nuwa became a saint, Heavenly Dao's affinity for him was not ordinarily high.

Except for the five Preparatory Saints, he was the highest.

Seeing the horror of the Avenue of Fire of the Prince Changqin, he was shocked, domineering and devoured, and instantly constructed a world of flames.

Huang Long was not afraid, and still simply slapped out with a single palm, breaking through ten thousand laws with one force.

Forcefully tore apart the flames, rushed towards the front of Prince Changqin, and with one punch, the heavens and the earth changed color, and the surrounding flame world suddenly had a sign of collapse.

The prince's face changed, and he hurriedly played, the ten fingers moved like flying, the sound of the piano was not beautiful, but it was extremely powerful, and the flames of the Quartet changed accordingly, turning into flowers, birds, fish and insects, tigers, leopards, jackals, and the image of all beasts in the wilderness, rushing towards the Yellow Dragon, and every illusion had the power of the peak of Daluo.

With the growth of the Jumang tribe, the witch way began to spread in the major tribes.

Among them, there are those who are willing to accept, such as the Houtu tribe and the Xuanming tribe, and there are also those who resolutely resist, the harvest tribe, the Qiangliang tribe, and the Dijiang tribe who do not refuse and do not welcome it, and intend to modify it.

And the Zhurong tribe is between the first and the second, Zhurong is a self-proclaimed ancestral witch, but in fact, the witch road almost relies on talent, if he is allowed to teach people, it will not be at all, and the typical one does not know why. The Zhurong tribe can really be regarded as a great witch, and there is only one prince Changqin at present.

It was also through Wu Dao that he became the first Da Luo of the Zhurong tribe.

Especially near Chongshan, the combat effectiveness he can exert is far greater than usual.

Even if it was Huanglong, he was trapped by these flames for a while.

Seeing that the descendants of Zhurong behind the prince Changqin applauded.

"It's still the prince who is strong enough."

"That's right, let's just say that the prince is generous and gives Huanglong the opportunity to breathe, otherwise, now the victory and defeat have been divided."

"It's said that if you want to talk about this fight, it's still our clan that is the best at it. Especially the prince's method, we have all suffered losses. ”

"Eh...... No, this Huanglong Daoyou's hand, it's wonderful, he caught the key point at once, and broke this beast, if I could, maybe I wouldn't lose to the prince. ”

A descendant of Zhurong was about to echo, suddenly his eyes lit up, watching Huang Long waving his hands in mid-air, obviously not using the magic power of three heads and six arms, but as if there were countless hands, every time he shot, he was concise and clear, but he hit the key point and killed him at once, although he did not get close to the prince Changqin and turned the tide of the battle, but he did not fall behind.

"This is a great deal. You can also use your body like this and exert your magical powers. Another Zhurong descendant also exclaimed as he watched Huang Long make a move.

"What a wonderful palm, this palm was slapped down, and the surrounding fire path was interrupted, and ten thousand laws were broken with one force, this is a flaw at a glance."

"And this body method, it's really like a swimming dragon, why can't Lao Tzu do it? If Lao Tzu could be so flexible, he might not have lost to the prince before. ”

"Well done! Resisted the attack of this fire lion, exchanged injuries for injuries, narrowed the distance with the prince, and exchanged the minimum price for the greatest reward. ”

"Not only that, did you find it, although he was burned by the flames, his body was strong and he was not injured, this is our body cultivation avenue, breaking through the ten guilds with one force, and crushing everything in a dignified manner. Wonderful! ”

"The Avenue of the Flesh, Kill Everything, this is the way to win!"

……

The descendants of Zhu Rong looked at the flames, Huang Long was like a weapon, and every place on his body could burst out with terrifying attacks at any time, and the rhythm of each attack was just right, wasn't this an open class in their physical cultivation?

Although the prince Changqin is his own person, it is obvious that compared with such an elegant thing as playing the piano, hand-to-hand combat like Huanglong is their favorite.

One by one, they couldn't help but comment, and some of them even began to show an expression of adoration.

That's how the fight works.

Until a descendant of Zhurong listened to it and felt that something was wrong: "Wait, it's our prince who is fighting against Huanglong, are we paying attention to the wrong thing?" ”

A group of enthusiastic and unbearable old and rough people reacted in hindsight, as if they were praising the wrong person.

But the refining of people's bodies is good.

The moves are furious enough, what do we just like?

"Huanglong is the great witch of the Mu lineage, and Brother Jumang and Brother Zhurong are not separated from each other, so it can be regarded as the great witch of our fire lineage, and they are all one family." He shouted and shouted at Huang Long the most fierce before, and it was also the most intense dry cough that he had just said about the battle, and then he pretended to be normal and laughed.

"That's right!" The rest nodded one after another, that's the truth, so to speak, just now lost in the hands of Huanglong, this is also an internal struggle, not lost to their Kunlun.

Although it is self-deception, I have to say that after thinking about it like this, everyone is more energetic.

Only Prince Changqin's face can't be darker, are you all deaf and can't hear?

Don't you know how to spread the sound? Do you have to say it in public, and praise Huanglong?

After this time, I will call back one by one.

"Boom~"

Thinking about it, Huang Long punched the world of fire and killed in front of Prince Changqin, just because it was Prince Changqin, so he gave face, his fist stopped in front of the bridge of his nose, and the rest of the spiritual power naturally dispersed at the moment of hit.