The magic eye can penetrate dark tides and sand.

Soon, Meng Fan felt a thin film-like invisible object in front of him blocking him, but it was not strong. As he took one step, the pressure of squeezing himself disappeared.

The Taoist robe is still the same, and it has not been stained with a trace of water.

"The dragon's energy is mottled."

"And very different from humanitarian dragons, mixed with green and smell."

"It should be a puppet."

On the occasion of low words, Meng Fan moved forward with a kitchen knife. It was almost at the same time.

However, before getting close, it was evaporated by the Taoist true fire and turned into drops of water mist.

On the next road, cold arrows, iron nails, and wait for a while after a simple sacrifice weapon for a while. Although it has not caused any harm, it also shows the owner's attitude.

There is a saying in the story novel "Journey to the West": Don't say that the Dragon King has no treasures.

Whether it is the novels Meng Fan had read before traveling through time or various film and television dramas, the Dragon Prince is a hospitality image, and opens the Dragon Palace to welcome guests from all over the world.

What's more, treat it as a treasured boy, or the big demon, or the unknown generation, you can play the autumn wind.

[The dragon clan is weak and can be bullied]

Most people have this idea, including Meng Fan, who had never obtained the opportunity before and entered the path of Taoism.

Now, his experience in this simple Jiaolong Palace has completely overturned his inherent impression.

It was a dark palace where the traces of carving could be vaguely seen. It was about ten feet long and three feet wide. It was not very beautiful, but it gave people the impression that it was a monkey.

Especially the steady stream of smell is more bad than a pigpen. How can there be half a dragon?

"You little Taoist came uninvited and made such a big noise in my Dragon Palace."

"What do you want?!"

His voice was hoarse, obviously questioning.

In the darkness, the two vertical pupils of the lantern lit up, and a dark dragon drilled out.

There are two claws under the forehead.

Because the body is relatively long, about four feet, the body is comparable to the grinding plate, so the claws look particularly uncoordinated, as if there is a chicken feet under the eagle.

"Sin animal!"

"Poor Taoism, you are suffocating, the bloody smell is long, and the name of God is the name of the gods.

It is not beneficial to say that Meng Fan killed it directly, even if it was a rusty blade of tetanus. Under the blessing of Geng Jin's gas, there can be no indestructible.

To be honest, he used to deal with various ghosts before, and when he encountered the most impressive monster was only a small mouse, but the first time fighting with the dragon was the first time.

clang!

Between breathing, the dazzling kitchen knife suddenly cut to the first place of the cricket.

Black scales should be broken, and there are constant light golden colors flowing out.

Or can you shine hotpot?

A weird thought appeared in my mind, and the spin was converged again, and the sound of the wind came behind.

One section of the long tail tail is split down.

However, Meng Fan was able to fly in a short period of time, and his body often grinded by practicing Emperor Jun Forge. In this case, he first distorted it in an incredible way. Appears in the distance.

Slap!

The sound is particularly crisp.

The tail of the tail hit the head, and the black scales flipped.

"Okay!"

Black crickets ate a big loss. In the pupils, they killed four shots, stretched out the half -bumper tongue, exposed their mouths, and the sound of the sand said: "Today is either you die or I die."

"Too much nonsense."

The moment the response sound came out, Meng Fan had already appeared under the black dragon. When his blood was surging, he was enough to break the mountain and break the stone.

There was a loud noise.

The scales fell, and a fist appeared on the sturdy dragon's torso.

At almost the same time, the black dragon that almost flew backwards and swung its huge cloud-shaped tail and fought back with anger. It responded to the nature of the beast and refused to suffer any loss.

But it's still too slow.

"There are more than a fierce, but stupid like a donkey."

In the comments, Meng Fan has already calculated seven inches, which is one -seventh where the evil body is, near the head of the head.

No matter how high the road is, I am afraid of kitchen knives.

The age of this animal is not old, only two claws, and the method of fighting still stays when the body of the snake.

I saw Geng Jin's gas covering the kitchen knife even more brilliant. Meng Fan's wrist was full of energy, and he split it hard. He was given feedback instantly.

hold head high!

The hoarseness similar to Long Yin's sound sounded the whole waters, even if the people waiting on the shore, they heard this movement, and couldn't help but look at each other.

"Daoye forgive his life ... Xiaolong served."

"Gan is driven !!"

The sound stopped abruptly.

The huge body that was still twisted crazy at Meng Fan's feet before, suddenly disappeared.

Unexpectedly, it's dead.

After licking and licking it on the face, the light golden color of the sweet smell with a slightly fishy smell, Meng Fan Changshu's breath: "Do you think that the Grandpa doesn't understand the schedule of slowing soldiers?"

This is a poisonous snake.

Don't look at the niceness in the beast's mouth. There are already dark fogs that are condensed between the teeth, and almost sprayed out.

It is true that the prospect of collecting the dragon as a mount is very beautiful. If it can fly, it is even more mighty.

But there is strange heart, preparing the beasts who eat the Lord at any time, don't stop it.

Besides, it is a causal karma, and I do n’t know how many lives it swallows.

"Scale made armor."

"Jiaolongjin refines belt."

"Flesh and flesh shabu pot, increase blood and energy."

"The fierce and ignorant dragon soul used to refine weapons, so you can't keep using the kitchen knife."

In an instant, Meng Fan had already figured out how to deal with this hideous black dragon corpse.

If you deliberately kill the monster who activates the intelligence in order to refine weapons, it will indeed hurt the heavens, but the demons who commit crimes are different. This is a villain!

Zhenren Meng eliminated a great harm to the world, and not only earned merits and fame, but also needed a bunch of materials.

Three wins.

People near the waters win once.

The Beidou Seven Yuan Real Man Meng Fan won twice.

At this point, he waved his sleeves, and his mana flashed, and the corpse disappeared.

His eyes fell to the kitchen knife again.

The rust of the rust falls off, and the faint natural texture emerges, like a fish scales, but if you look closely, it is not difficult to develop actually similar to the long snake.

"Dyeing the blood of the dragon, it can be regarded as a simple magic weapon. If it is worshipped by the people day and night in the future and receives the blessing of faith and incense, it may further transform in a hundred years."

The sound disappears completely.

Shuifu restored the darkness and death, and the humble palace was turned into ruins, so as to avoid any demons occupied the king, for the people of the disaster.

shore.

People are full.

They all heard the news who came to make up the lively people, as well as the past merchants.

Except for the roar of the dragon, there was no great movement. Until the river surface automatically separated a water, Meng Fanfeng walked out lightly.

"Fortunately, I'm not disgraced."

Speaking, I sat back in front of the stall.

A pot of turbid wine, a plate of dolphins, a piece of green vegetables.

These have been prepared during this period. Meng Fan eats calmly and shakes his sleeves lightly.

in this way.

With thousands of eyes fixed on it, this scene was presented: the handsome and elegant Taoist was drinking turbid wine alone, a dragon-patterned kitchen knife was inserted on the table, and a ferocious black dragon was under his feet.

A boxing print.

Two knives injury.

Obviously, there is no hand and feet.
Chapter completed!