Meng Juntong can not be described as a rare genius in Shaohua Dream City for thousands of years.

Although it is also the art of painting dreams and souls, the difficulty of drawing dragons is obviously above that of drawing tigers.

The dragon and the tiger have been the most powerful symbols of heaven and earth since ancient times, the dragon is respected, the tiger is the king, and those who want to dominate the world, who do not raise the dragon and tiger flag to increase the momentum.

Facing the power of the strongest dragon elephant in the world, Meng Juntong resolutely launched the power of the strongest dragon and tiger in the world.

The Dao robed man's eyes were undisguised with admiration, he had never underestimated the young girl in front of him who was from the same three major clans of Shaohua, and he even firmly believed that the little girl in front of him would not be inferior to her mother who was once bright enough to illuminate the Three Realms and Six Realms.

"Alright, that's it. Seeing that Meng Juntong had already drawn the dragon soul, and was about to put the finishing touch, the man in the robe raised his hand and pressed the dragon and tiger talisman in front of him.

At this moment, Meng Juntong was already sweating profusely, and his energy was almost exhausted.

With her current cultivation, she wants to draw dragons and tigers at the same time, which is obviously very reluctant.

Seeing that the other party took a step back first and pressed his dragon elephant talisman, Meng Juntong was no longer strong.

is in the same vein as Shaohua, and there is no indissoluble hatred, there is no need to fight to the death.

The Vientiane magic pen between Meng Juntong's two fingers suddenly dissipated out of thin air, and her whole body was weak, and she didn't care about any manners, so she simply sat on the ground.

The man in the Taoist robe looked around and stretched out his hand to point at Meng Juntong: "Dream power is not squandered like you, take it back." ”

The painting tigers and dragons and tigers that had not yet dispersed exploded at the same time, turning into a little starlight, and they all converged towards the top of Meng Juntong's head, and entered from the Baihui acupoint above his head.

This scene is very similar to the previous battle with Yun Shu in the Ten Kings Hall of Fuji Mountain, she also returned the dream power scattered in the dream to Meng Juntong.

This is the advantage of the Dream Weaver's home field, where he is the master and can control everything in the dream realm, even if it is the dream power or spiritual power that is swayed between heaven and earth.

Whether it is one's own or that of one's opponents, as long as they are scattered in space, they can be guided by it.

You must know that these powers will not dissipate out of thin air, and the consumption in the battle, in fact, a large part of the energy is retained, and the vast majority of people do not know how to recycle and reuse this part of the power.

Perhaps this is also the advantage of the Dream Weaver against cultivators and martial artists.

The dream power returned to the body again, and Meng Juntong immediately felt that his depleted body had regained a little vitality.

"I know everything about Shaohua City. The man in the robe said suddenly, Meng Juntong was still sitting on the ground at the moment, he simply sat down cross-legged, in this pure and unsullied dream world, it was the same wherever he sits.

Meng Juntong stared at the man in the robe in front of her with wide eyes, and suddenly she faintly felt that the outline of this man's eyebrows was somewhat familiar, as if it was very similar to who she had seen before.

But who was it like? She struggled to remember the faces of everyone she could think of in her mind.

Liu Baicong~!This man's face is six or seven points similar to Liu Baicong.

Seeing Meng Juntong's eyes, the man smiled: "It seems that you have guessed who I am." ”

"Are you Liu Baicong's father?" Meng Juntong knew that there were three direct members of the second generation of the Liu family, the eldest son Liu Yibai, that is, Liu Baicong's father, the second son was named Liu Chengfeng, and the last was the youngest daughter, Liu Yuan.

It is said that these three people all left Shaohua Dream City early and scattered to various places in the world to serve as the guide of the dream weavers in the world.

In addition to the dreamweavers who weave big dreams for the common people in Shaohua Dream City, there are many dream-weavers in the world.

What they do is somewhat similar to that of the Shaohua Wanderers, except that they do not have the requirements of meritorious tasks, and are more to provide guidance and help to those who dream of entering the WTO.

At the same time, in their respective areas of responsibility, the dream supervision of the Shaohua Dream Weaver is carried out to prevent the mistakes of the Dream Weavers, and even if there is a mistake, they must be able to remedy it in time, which is the task of these Dream Weavers.

The man in the robe shook his head: "I am Liu Baicong's uncle, my name is Liu Chengfeng." ”

Meng Juntong hurriedly got up and snorted deeply at the man, compared to those immortal immortal islands, the red tape in Shaohua City is already much less, but this elder and young are humble, but no one will rebel.

"Meng Juntong has seen Uncle Shi. "Liu Chengfeng is a person of the same generation as her father Meng Huaijin, so in Shaohua Dream City, Meng Juntong, as a junior, should respectfully call him uncle.

Liu Chengfeng smiled and nodded, stretched out his hand and gently pressed it to signal her to sit down and speak.

"Uncle Shi, are you waiting here to pick me up?" Meng Juntong, as a Shaohua robber, walked the rivers and lakes with the identity of joining the WTO.

According to the rules of Shaohua Dream City, there will also be people along the way, who will lead the way or point out.

And before the robber enters the world, the Pure Spirit Platform and Shaohua Pavilion will arrange a receiver in place, although the person who enters the world does not know, but there is a spectrum spy released to the hands of the Shaohua receiver in the world.

Liu Chengfeng shook his head: "I wasn't waiting for you, or I didn't think you would come here before you appeared. ”

Meng Juntong was stunned: "But it's been almost a year since I joined the WTO, and there hasn't been a Shaohua usher yet, could it be that my introduction spectrum spy has not been able to pass it down from Shaohua Dream City?"

Liu Chengfeng's face was slightly heavy: "I am afraid that there are few people who are still alive when I get your quotation spectrum spy." ”

As soon as these words came out, Meng Juntong was like a thunderbolt in the sky.

Liu Chengfeng sighed and shook the Taoist robe on his body: "If it weren't for this clothes, I'm afraid I would have been annihilated and disappeared by this time." ”

"How can this be!" Liu Chengfeng just made a move, Meng Juntong saw it in his eyes, and his little dream cultivation was simply vulnerable in front of Liu Chengfeng. But even such a strong Dream Weaver has to say that he almost died in ashes, isn't this too sensational.

Liu Chengfeng gently pulled up the cuffs of his robe, and the hideous wounds were densely covered between his arms, but by the wounds alone, he couldn't tell what weapon he was injured, and if he looked closely, it looked like he was torn alive by something.

"I'm ashamed," Liu Chengfeng put down his robe again, covering the scars.

"Uncle Shi, how can this be, who is killing our Shaohua Dream Weaver!" Meng Juntong asked nervously.

Some of the people in the world today are still elders who played with her when she was a child, and there are many relatives and children of various branches of their Meng family.

"The Shaohua people are being hunted," Mr. Liu said with a heavy voice.