"This dragon is not as powerful as the legendary dragon."

"However, the dragon is the dragon, and it is full of treasures."

"The dragon blood can be used to refine medicine."

"The dragon meat is extremely nourishing."

"The dragon skin can make armor."

"The horns of the dragon, four claws, and bones can all be used to temper weapons. I just don't know if the Lu family in the Cangyan Domain will forge the horns and bones of the dragon."

"By the way, there are dragon tendons. What good things can such a long tendon be forged?"

The general mist knife commanded the head of the dead dragon, facing Wu Tie and Lao Tie, and deliberately shouted loudly with a smile.

The dragon is full of treasures.

This dragon is indeed not as powerful as the legendary dragon, but it is not something that ordinary people can deal with. The fog knife seems to have killed it so easily, but how much does it consume?

Without mentioning anything else, just talking about the death of the ten stone giants, the mist knife's palm made his heart dripping blood.

However, as the helm of an organization, he must be calm and untrue.

He smiled and reported all the benefits of the dragon one by one, and the fog knife around him kept making uniform cheers.

‘Huha’!

‘Huha’!

‘Huha’!

The killers of the fog knife raised their straight swords in their hands and cheered loudly.

How much benefits can a dragon bring? How much can it increase the strength of the fog knife?

Perhaps, with this dragon, the fog sword can really surround the Cangyan Domain, or even break through the Cangyan Domain and expand its strength into the outer domain, right?

The mist knife smiled with his palm, his eyes as if he was like a knife, staring at the fern forest where Wu Tie and Lao Tie were. He could sense the existence of Wu Tie and Lao Tie, and he could even feel the faint threatening aura on Lao Tie.

So he deliberately said the benefits of the dragon loudly, which was to lead Wu Tie and Lao Tie.

More than a dozen fog-knife high-level men in cloaks stood everywhere, far and near. They seemed to be standing there casually, but in fact, no matter which direction Wu Tie and Lao Tie launched a surprise attack, they could always have three or five people joining forces to respond.

This is a group of experts who are proficient in killing skills, and are also proficient in defending against assassination and raids.

"Old Tie?" Wu Tie tightened the spear in his hand.

"The fisherman gained profit when fighting with the snipe and the clam." On the way he came, Lao Tie explained the meaning of this to Wu Tie.

However, unlike Lao Tie's estimate, although this dragon caused great losses to the Mist Sword, the overall strength of the Mist Sword was not weakened too much. Especially the Mist Sword General Palm Order and the dozen Mist Sword High-level Superiors, they were completely unscathed.

A group of wolf warriors surrounded the dragon happily. They took out a special large leather bag and hurriedly put the dragon's blood into the leather bag.

The lizardman archers were busy everywhere. They smiled and picked up the explosion-falling dragon scales and placed neatly on the basket.

Hundreds of fog-killers stood in a crescent-moon straggling line, aiming at the fern forest where Wu Tie and Lao Tie were located.

Many fog knife killers had various hidden weapons on their hands. Whenever Wu Tie and Lao Tie had any abnormal movement, they would definitely be attacking like storms.

Lao Tie snorted, and a faint light of blood flashed in his eyes. After a while, he nodded and walked slowly out of the fern forest.

Wu Tie was stunned and hurriedly followed Lao Tie.

"The strength of this little grass snake is indeed much weaker than grandpa I expected." Lao Tie walked out of the fern forest and walked slowly towards the general palm of the mist knife, and said slowly: "But grandpa, I probably know what's going on."

The general palm of the mist knife made the straight knife in his hand lightly draw an arc, and then the horn of the dragon lightly tapped the tip of the knife, making a crisp impact sound.

He tilted his head and looked at Wu Tie, then focused on Lao Tie.

"Oh? Why is this? I've actually been prepared to lose all my troops and generals, and even the losses caused by my subordinates this time... I didn't expect that the losses were much smaller than I expected."

The mist knife chuckled and said, "Although this is a good thing... but it always feels something is wrong."

Lao Tie stood more than 30 meters away from the total palm of the fog knife, and Wu Tie stood behind Lao Tie.

Lao Tie said calmly: "This little grass snake absorbs the life essence of the Tianjing evil demon... The life essence of the Tianjing evil demon subtly transforms its body... During the bloodline transformation, its strength not only did not increase, but was weakened."

He snorted coldly, and Lao Tie said in a deep voice: "If the bloodline transformation is completed, the strength of this little grass snake will be at least a hundred times higher. Especially the defense of its scales... you probably won't be able to break its scales."

The mist knife let out a 'oh' sound, and he put down the hood of his cloak and exposed his face.

This mist sword general palm, which is famous in the Cangyan Realm, is born with a pure and elegant style. The feeling he gives Wu Tie is as leisurely and plain as Master Hui, without any sense of danger.

"The evil demon of Tianjing? It's unheard of... It seems that you know something that we don't know." Wu Dao always smiled at Lao Tie: "I have never seen a foreign object like you...who are you?"

"I am your grandfather..." Lao Tie smiled.

With a sneer, a high-level fog knife standing more than 200 meters away, his body was still motionless, but a cold light flew out of his sleeve and instantly came to Lao Tie, hitting Lao Tie's eyebrows accurately.

'bite'!

The palm-sized dagger pierced Lao Tie's eyebrows hard, and sparks flew everywhere, and no trace of Lao Tie's eyebrows was left. Instead, the tip of the dagger's sword shattered, and it quickly rotated and rebounded dozens of meters high.

The senior fog knife who took action groaned, shook his body, and with a move, the short sword turned into a cold light and flew back to his hand.

The face of the mist knife made the palm of the palm of the mist stiffened a little.

His eyes flashed and he stared at Lao Tie's eyebrows carefully and looked again and again.

Indeed, there was no trace of it, Lao Tie's eyebrows were still as smooth as a mirror.

The white and miserable metal head has an extremely smooth surface, but no reflection. Lao Tie gives people the feeling that it is so weird.

"Grandpa, I am your grandpa..." Lao Tie smiled and said, "At least in terms of age... I suffer a loss as your grandpa or your grandpa..."

"Ancient strange objects?" The general palm of the mist knife seemed to understand something: "The Lu family said that there was a strange object excavated from ancient ruins, which was shaped like a human skeleton, but it was made of metal all over... It is very good at smelting alloys."

The general palm of the mist knife said in a deep voice: "It is said that because of the ancient strange object, the production of exquisite weapons cast by the Lu family has increased by 50% every year... the quality has increased a lot."

The blood in Lao Tie's eyes lit up slightly, and then it dimmed again.

The mist knife said with a smile: "If you are a strange thing left over from ancient times, then, in terms of age, your words are correct... However, your words are very unpleasant, and I really want to cut off your head with one knife."

Lao Tie laughed 'gaga'.

The mist knife's palm order also laughed loudly.

Suddenly, the figure of the general palm of the mist knife became blurred. His figure on the dragon's forehead did not dissipate. Another figure had already arrived in front of Lao Tie. A sword light swept over like a horse trainer, slashing heavily on Lao Tie's neck.

With a crisp sound, sparks flew everywhere.

No trace was left on Lao Tie's neck, and countless lightnings splashed out from his big teeth, instantly covering dozens of meters in front of him.

The body of the Misty Knife's palm dissipated, the figure on the dragon's forehead became clear from blur, and a trace of extremely thin electric sparks kept spewing out from him. The Misty Knife's palm was raised one by one, looking quite embarrassed.

"The power of lightning." The general palm of the mist knife made his body twitch slightly, which was his instinctive reaction that he could not control himself.

"But it's not very powerful..." He smiled dryly: "But your neck is really strong."

"So, grandpa is your grandpa." Lao Tie smiled, and the blood in his eyes suddenly became fierce.

With a sneer, a tiny blood light as thin as a hair shot out from Lao Tie's left eye, instantly piercing through the left shoulder of the fog sword that had just been attacked by a short sword.

More than two hundred meters apart, the blood light arrived in an instant, and the upper level of the Mist Knife had no time to react. His left shoulder was pierced through a transparent hole as thick as a thumb. The wound was clean and there was no drop of blood. Moreover, the wound was as smooth as a mirror, and the body tissues such as flesh, meridians, bones, etc. could be clearly seen.

"So what?" Lao Tie looked at the general order of Wu Dao calmly: "Grandpa, I still have some skills."

The mist knife's palm was stunned, and his eyes immediately fell on Wu Tie.

He smiled, pointed at Wu Tie and said, "If so, I will kill him?"

Wu Tie said nothing and immediately stimulated his armor. His whole body was wrapped in tight armor. A trace of light surged on the white armor, looking very magical.

He even developed the power of Haoran's righteousness and a magnificent, powerful and strong aura spread.

The face of the mist knife's palm became stiffer again.

The aura of Haoran's righteousness was so grand that it actually gave him a faint pressure.

Although Wu Tie's own strength is very weak compared to him, Haoran's righteousness is too mysterious. This is derived from bloodlines and from the pressure of the soul.

This is a extraordinary power.

The mist knife let out a breath, and he said in a deep voice: "Don't have a verbal dispute... What is the evil demon of Tianjing? What do you want to get with this dragon?"

Lao Tie smiled and said calmly: "Well, that's right. Everyone can discuss it calmly."

The face of the mist knife twitched a little.

Discuss with peace of mind? Discuss with you who call yourself "grandfather" and take advantage of others?

His eyes were like a knife, and he stared at Lao Tie hard. The long knife in his hand gently tapped a dragon horn.

Lao Tie nodded and said in a deep voice: "How to remove the residual toxicity of the evil demon in the dragon's body, exchange for two dragon horns and two arms in the crystal."

The face of the mist knife's palm suddenly became ugly: "Longjiao? This is a good material for tempering the magical weapons..."

Lao Tie immediately turned around and left. He said as he walked, "Then, try it, let your subordinates drink two sips of dragon blood..."

"Stay!" The general of the mist knife immediately shouted loudly, and at the same time he waved his hand.

Lao Tie smiled, he turned around and looked at the mist knife's palm order without saying a word.

One of the weakest lizardman archers was picked out, and the mist knife ordered himself to hold a leather bag filled with dragon blood and pour about a sea of ​​dragon blood on the lizardman archers.
To be continued...