Zhao Yun looked around with a dull face, and there were mountains in the distance, blurry and scattered like falling frames, lush and tattered.

At the foot is a stone road, with barren grass on both sides of the road, and a pair of silver riding boots not far away.

... Riding boots?

... Riding boots!

Zhao Yun got up with a grunt, looked up vigilantly, and suddenly saw a tall back, white clothes and long hair, holding a three-meter-long bright silver spear in his hand, the spear body was slender, and there was a hidden coiling dragon rolling on it.

... Seven kills?

Zhao Yun's eyes were immediately attracted by this gun.

... Indifference, arrogance, integrity, sharpness, elegance... Zhao Yun's mind flashed over these words, and he involuntarily stepped forward, wanting to take a closer look.

As soon as he took a step, the back also took a step forward, and the distance between the two did not change at all.

Zhao Yun secretly said strangely, and took a few steps forward, and the back in front of him really followed suit.

... It seems that this back is in sync with me, and I don't know what will happen if I step back...

He was about to try it, when an extremely sharp aura suddenly appeared behind him, and an indifferent voice that seemed to have heard it but had no impression sounded:

"Stand back, die!"

Zhao Yun's hair stood on end in an instant, and the sharpness behind him was too strong, compared to the dragon bridge, even if there was no contact, he already had the feeling that his spine was poked with a bloody hole.

... It is impossible to defend and it is impossible to defend in this life ...

After settling down, he took another step forward, and suddenly his sharp aura dissipated.

... This is to catch ducks on the shelves, and they can only be put on and cannot be returned... What if I don't advance or retreat left and right... Forget it, that weird appearance may be the death of the live broadcast...

... I think about it again, I was still on the Dragon Bridge just now, and I arrived at this strange place in a blink of an eye, but since I saw that magic spear, it must be one of the tests... Since it is a test, the logic should be the same, that is, to move forward... The last question, the one in front of you, is it Zhao Zilong?

Thinking about this, Zhao Yun's eyes suddenly flashed with a hint of essence, it is possible that his imposter may be on the genuine version at this time.

... Assuming he is Zhao Zilong, then ......

"Zhao Zilong, what are you doing again, bastard!?"

The sound was like thunder exploding out of thin air, with the characteristic of attacking the soul, through his ears straight to the door of his head, Zhao Yun's thoughts were suddenly scattered, and he was shocked to run the Qingming Shanghe Gong with all his might, and barely kept himself from being shocked into a fool in the sound of the water.

At the same time, the three words in the reprimand reprimanded repeatedly vibrated in his heart like an echo.

"Zhao Zilong!"

"He's really Zhao Zilong!"

Enduring the throbbing pain in his brain, Zhao Yun reluctantly raised his head, looked at the back in front of him, and then looked at the sky, which was the source of this scolding.

Above the blue sky and white sun, at this time, dark clouds were swirling, and a vague face appeared in the clouds, and a pair of scarlet eyes were embedded on it, as big as a fish pond.

... The gods of Sita Latining scolded the street, watch my son dragon god beat you... Ouch, I've got a big brain...

Although Zhao Yun was frightened by the two red fish ponds, he was annoyed in his heart and was behind Zhao Zilong, but he really felt a sense of security, and while calling the male god frantically in his heart, he stared at the back of the white-clothed long-haired and silver-booted figure in front of him with burning eyes.

"Zhao Zilong" didn't seem to hear the shouting sound in the air, he lightly stuck the silver gun on the ground, pulled the sleeves of his clothes with both hands in turn, and bent down to pat a few green grasses stuck to the silver boots at some point, and then straightened up the back of his head and turned left and right, as if he was looking at his appearance.

Feeling that his appearance had been sorted out, Zhao Zilong nodded with satisfaction and stretched out his right hand calmly and gently.

He gently grasped the silver spear beside him, and a faint dragon roared out, and the strong wind wrapped the mottled green grass in the air.

So handsome... It's just a little... Somewhat... Familiar...

The little hand in the heart of the Zhao Yun had already clapped loudly, and then slowly stopped, the smile on his face gradually dissipated, and the eyes looking at Zhao Zilong were also a little cold.

Zhao Zilong 130 million years ago, Zhao Zilong, who is suspected to have crossed over in the late Eastern Han Dynasty on Earth, was wearing a familiar white English suit, and he was as upright as an old-fashioned and decent British gentleman...

......

"Zhao Zilong" spear raised, the tip of the spear silver light flashed straight to the sky, the originally vague dragon chant in the air instantly resounded through the heavens and the earth, a magnificent momentum turned into an illusory dragon shadow rose to the sky, the dark clouds painted with vague red eyes and grimaces were shattered, and the warm sunlight was cast again, as if at the beginning.

"Zhao Zilong" silently put away the gun, it seemed that he had only completed a trivial matter, and his eyes never even left the Jinguang Mountain in front of him, and did not leave the stone road.

Silently, "Zhao Zilong" stepped forward, and Zhao Yun, who looked gloomy and contemplative behind him, was like a dog being held on a leash, only to feel a pull coming from his waist, and involuntarily stumbled and followed "Zhao Zilong" towards the Golden Light Mountain.

"Zhao Zilong" has a pair of long legs out of the circle, and his vigorous stride made Zhao Yun, who was being pulled, embarrassed for a while, trotting too fast and walking too slowly.

Knowing this, Zhao Yun finally figured out that he would indeed keep a fixed distance from "Zhao Zilong", but it was not the "game operation" mode that he thought he would walk with the other party and stop the other party, but he had to follow closely, no more, no less.

... It can only be said that at the beginning it was the "protection time" before the game started, and now it is the time to be walked by the dog...

Since discovering that inexplicable familiarity, Zhao Yun no longer has a "male god" in his heart, instead of a deep vigilance and hidden fear, this depression makes him unconsciously want to alleviate it by complaining and laughing at himself.

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Just when he was distracted, "Zhao Zilong" stopped, and Zhao Yun, who was buried in his head, hit his head against the invisible qi wall.

He covered his nose and looked over, and found that he had reached the end of the road, the beginning of the mountain, the beginning of the mountain road.

The mountain path was evenly matched from one mountain to another, and it went all the way up, through the clouds, and into the golden light of the air that became more and more obvious.

And next to the first level of the mountain road, there is a quaint stone plaque, white mang, three big characters with infinite coercion engraved on it.

"Towards the Divine Path. ”

"Hehe, God is in heaven, what's the use of going to God?"

"Zhao Zilong" looked at this sign, the familiar but unimpressed voice sounded, read out the words on the stone tablet, and also threw out a rhetorical question, the tone was still indifferent, but it contained strong emotions.

The voice fell, "Zhao Zilong" took a step forward with his right foot, the spear in his hand swept violently, a dragon roar sounded in the air, the strong wind on the ground thundered, and the stone plaque that shone with divine brilliance was shattered by a shot, and the tip of the spear trembling in an instant was spun in half a circle before Zhao Yun's sluggish face, stabbing Zhao Yun unable to open his eyes.

But the glimpse of closing his eyes made him suspicious for a while.

The figure in front of him was shattered, and in the shaking of the figure, the straight Yinglan suit was swept by the strong wind, and a button flew, and rolled away with the flying weeds and gravel, revealing a slightly bulging chest, and above that, under the fluttering hair, revealing a stunning face as cold as frost.

... Female?

Zhao Yun closed his eyes and was stunned, and intuitively felt that he had entered the world of anime that was riding a thousand times, but he was soon shocked back to reality by the huge pressure that suddenly condensed in the air.

Just after Zhao Zilong smashed the brand, there was another roar in the air:

"Zhao Zilong, you deceived the gods too much, you killed our god realm three times and five times, if you can't beat it, you will escape, and you will come again in a few years, and every time you come, you will definitely break this stone card, do you know how much divine power it takes for my door god to make a stone card and throw it into the lower realm?"

As the voice sounded, the dark clouds swirled in the air, countless thunderbolts and lightning galloped across the sky, and the pair of scarlet eyes the size of a fishpond reappeared.

The red eyes grew larger and clearer, and the black clouds attached to them swirled to form a clear head, as large as an alien spaceship that appeared in the sky of the Earth movie "Independence Day".

... This is God, Door God, I... Am I... Shouldn't you be afraid? Zhao Yun looked up in amazement, the huge black head was sticking out of the black cloud, looking down at the creatures on the ground from above, but it had no deterrent power.

Because that head is completely out of tune with the solemn and magnificent atmosphere of the deity's appearance, because it is a rabbit head composed of black clouds, red eyes, and a pair of huge and prominent front teeth deliberately composed of white clouds, at a glance, it is inexplicably a little cute.

... Door God... Incisors... The gods... Erupting teeth... It... Zhao Yun complained in his heart, and couldn't help but kneel.

After the god of teething appeared, the entire space was filled with a natural gas potential of high-level creatures, and the complaints in his mind gradually solidified, became intermittent, and finally dropped directly, leaving only the idea of surrender and worship, and his knees bent inch by inch, and he was about to offer his knees to the big tooth.