"Crazy--"

Agitated by the sudden attack and severe pain, the scattered tiger dragon roared and rolled desperately in the water. This force was extremely powerful, and it also wrapped the whole body of the deep red demon fish. It immediately stirred the lake water within ten feet of the surrounding area and rotated violently into a spin. Guan Heng was only in the realm of green qi, and he was immediately unable to control his actions and was dragged towards the tiger dragon's mouth.

"Ao--Hum!" The scaly tiger dragon, who had already opened his mouth and waited, immediately bit Guan Heng's body. Guan Heng knew that if he retreated, he might not have been able to dodge and bite him in the waist. He actually went the other way and rushed into the tiger dragon's huge mouth: "Do you want to eat me? That's what you wish!"

"Swish-swish-swish-swish-swish-swish-swish-swish-swish-swish-swinging two waters, Guan Heng rushed into the tiger dragon's mouth. The Hongyun Sword "swished" in his palm and swept around, not only peeling off the tiger dragon's fangs, but also slashed the other party's mouth with flesh and blood.

"Puchi-Puchi-"

After spitting out broken teeth and rotten meat, the scaly tiger dragon suddenly felt severe pain and fear. As the overlord of the water in the sky lake, when did the tiger dragon be attacked like this? It desperately wanted to spit out the other party. Who knew that Guan Heng had already slapped the tiger dragon's stomach with a slight sound along his throat and esophagus.

It fell to the ground with a click, and Guan Heng frowned: "This is the stomach bag of the demon fish, tiger and dragon?! It smells so badly that it is so disgusting."

This stomach bag not only contains all kinds of food that tigers and dragons have not digested, but also has strange things, such as ragged and rusty swords, spears and spears, and even the roof of the house and broken pillars.

"Oh..." Guan Heng muttered: "The recipe for this scattered tiger dragon is really complicated. Where should I find the bronze monument left by the ancestors of the Cen clan?" Guan Heng thought of this, he subconsciously took two steps forward, but found that the shoes and pants were covered with dark green slurry, which seemed to corrode his clothes.

"Oh no, the stomach juice of the scattered tiger dragons is everywhere!" Guan Heng didn't want his clothes to melt, so he jumped onto a scattered ridge debris nearby. At this moment, the soul shadow of a great ghost suddenly appeared behind him.

"So you have followed in too. Just so, please help me find the bronze monument of the Cen clan..."

As soon as Guan Heng said this, he suddenly remembered something and immediately reached into his arms and took out the colorful fish teeth: "This fish teeth may have some connection with the bronze monument. It seemed to be hot in my arms just now. What's going on?"

"Wuwuwu--" When he said it, it was almost time for the big ghost to pounce on the stomach wall of the tiger dragon that was diagonally above. Guan Heng looked up and found that something had been pulled into the top of the stomach wall, only a corner could barely stay outside.

At this moment, the colorful fish teeth in Guan Heng's hand trembled for a moment, and Guan Heng immediately shouted: "Good ghost, dig out the things inside quickly."

"Swish, swish, swish!" Hearing this, the big ghost immediately used his sharp claws to tear a layer of flesh in front of him. In a flash, something was thrust towards Guan Heng's head with a sound.

"Bang!" Guan Heng waved his arms and immediately caught the object, and immediately felt heavy: "It was indeed a bronze monument, and it was..."

A broken tooth about half a foot long was tightly nailed to the corner of the bronze monument. In Guan Heng's eyes, this was another fang that the tiger dragon was cut off during the battle with the ancestor of Cen. No wonder it reflected the colorful fish teeth in Guan Heng's palm.

At this moment, Guan Heng took a rough look at the contents on the bronze stele, which were all difficult to understand ancient characters and graphics. Fortunately, Guan Heng and Ruotao had been learning the identification of ancient characters for a long time, and now they can understand most of them.

"Well, there is indeed a word describing the 'Cen clan' on the bronze stele." Guan Heng thought to himself: "It seems that he has found the right thing. Let's go out now, but he can't afford this scattered tiger dragon!"

At this time, the scattered tiger dragon, struggling violently in the water, was too seriously injured and had already swam to the shore without knowing the direction. He was immediately looked at by A Gou and others.

"Look, that's the scattered tiger dragon?" Ruotao shouted excitedly at this time: "Looking at this guy's face and injuries, he must have been tortured by the young master."

"Bang!" In the next moment, the blood-filled tiger dragon hit a huge reef on the shore, and cracked thin marks of red mist appeared in the head with a "click".

"Swish-puff-puff-cuff-cuff-cuff!" Amid the lightning, a red sword light accompanied by a rapid sound lifted the belly of the tiger dragon on the shore, and then Guan Heng's head emerged from the water.

"Huh--Puff!" Guan Heng spit out a mouthful of water, then turned over to the shore, took a big stroll to everyone, and laughed loudly, "Hahaha, I finally smelled the fresh air. You don't know that the belly of the scattered tiger dragon is so stinky!"

"Brother Guan, are you okay?" When Guan Heng heard Cen Rui ask next to him, he immediately handed over the bronze monument several feet in his hand: "Of course it's okay, and there's a lot of gains. Look, this is what your ancestors left in the abdomen of the tiger dragon, and the things will return to the original owner."

"Thank you, thank you." Cen Fang and Cen Rui said at this time: "Thank you for your hard work in fighting the leprosy tiger dragon. Come and follow us to your residence to keep warm and change clothes."

...

After a while, Guan Heng changed into a new outfit at the residence of the Lingong tribe's survivors. Ruotao also carefully printed the contents on the bronze stele.

"Young Master, there is indeed a method to repair the broken blade of the divine weapon."

At this time, looking at the cloth with the rubbing content, Ruotao said, "The materials we prepared are similar to those we had prepared before. The soul of a hundred-year-old monster, the seven demon beads, etc. are all ready. However, it is said that a skilled caster must take action, and the chance of success will increase greatly. If we do it ourselves, it would be too rash."

Ruotao just said this, Cen Fang had already coughed outside and said, "Brother Guan, can I come in?"

"Please come in." Ruotao immediately welcomed the old man. Cen Fang said straight to the point: "I have seen your broken ancient wood sword before. Now, after thinking about it, I still want to introduce you to a famous casting craftsman in the world. He must be the only one who can relay the sword blade of the Jumang Sword for you."

"Oh?" Hearing this, Guan Heng immediately became interested. He asked, "But I don't know what this person is and where he is?"

"Oh, it's actually a bit difficult to say." Cen Fang blushed with an awkward face at this time: "Although I know the name and background of this person, I don't know where he is at this time, so you can only search for it yourself."

Speaking of this, Cen Fang paused for a moment, and a look of nostalgia slowly appeared on his face: "In the blink of an eye, it was more than 30 years ago."
Chapter completed!