Chapter 69: The high-pitched dragon roar, the inexplicable
(Second update)
"Ye Wufeng, hand over the dragon marrow liquid."
A cold shout rang out, accompanied by a gust of wind and thunder.
"I told you, I don't have any dragon marrow liquid." A sword-carrying young man wearing a green shirt roared in anger while using his body skills to dodge as much as possible, but his handsome face was swollen.
On one side, he looks a little embarrassed.
Standing on one side was a girl with a round head, looking a little confused and sluggish.
"Brother..." After a while, the girl with the round head came back to her senses, and said with some embarrassment: "It seems that I have recognized the wrong person."
"Um?"
The young man who was chasing Ye Wufeng paused and turned to look at the girl with a round head, his face full of doubts.
Taking this opportunity, Ye Wufeng ran quickly, got into a crack and left quickly.
"This person is not the one who steals my dragon marrow liquid." The girl with the round head said with a red face.
"He is Ye Wufeng..." the young man responded, and suddenly realized: "You mean, the person who stole your dragon marrow liquid claimed to be Ye Wufeng, but he was not."
"That's right." The ball-headed girl responded immediately, with a ferocious expression on her baby face, and her little tiger teeth were grinding loudly, as if she was about to bite something into pieces: "That's it, that person is really bad. Not only did he rob
He stole the dragon marrow spirit liquid and pretended to be Ye Wufeng. It is really abominable. Brother, I must teach him a lesson and take the dragon marrow spirit liquid back."
"Don't worry." A cold light flashed in the young man's eyes.
Immediately, the young man raised his eyebrows slightly, and vaguely seemed to hear some kind of subtle moaning sound, and immediately said to the ball-headed girl: "Follow me."
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Gather!
The geniuses who entered Panlong Peak, the peerless geniuses, whoever heard the waves of subtle chanting, all rushed towards the direction where the sound came from.
Just because the sound was very similar to the sound made by the colorful dragon shape that appeared above Panlong Peak.
Dragon roar!
Although everyone has never seen a real dragon before, and they have never heard the roar of a dragon.
But, it is certain.
It's like a knowledge that comes from the depths of life.
Opportunity!
Everyone concluded that the dragon's roar must be a chance, a great chance.
Such an opportunity cannot be missed.
Panlong Peak is actually not very big, but the internal passages are winding and become very long. However, if you keep following the cracks, you can save a lot of time.
The main thing is that the sense of direction must be strong enough.
Otherwise, if you think you are going deeper, you will most likely be going outward.
The perception of warriors themselves is better than that of ordinary people, and they possess magical geniuses. The perception of peerless geniuses is even better than that of ordinary warriors.
Chen Feng walked through a crack and saw two people fighting.
"Li Yiming..."
Chen Feng's eyes narrowed slightly. One of the two parties fighting was one of the two peerless talents of the Huntian Sect who had entered the Hidden Dragon Secret Realm this time.
And his opponent is Zhenwu Shengzi.
I saw that Li Yiming was magically inspired, and the shadow of a tree suddenly appeared behind him, as if its roots were piercing into the air, and its branches and leaves were fluttering, as if fluttering in the wind. Li Yiming's whole body seemed to be bathed in a layer of light green light, which accentuated his aura.
Arrogant and full of vitality.
But Holy Son Zhenwu did not inspire any supernatural powers.
In this way, Li Yiming can be suppressed.
Chen Feng couldn't help but frown.
From a perceptual point of view, Li Yiming's aura is not weaker than Ye Mingxuan. If he does not use the combination of human and sword, his strength should be stronger than Li Yiming, but it is also very limited.
If you use the combination of human and sword, your strength will increase several times.
It's just that the use of Man-Sword Fusion consumes too much, and the duration is only a short breath. Therefore, it cannot be used as a routine method, and can only be used as a trump card, only used at critical moments.
But Holy Son Zhenwu didn't inspire any supernatural power, and he was able to gain the upper hand just by relying on his cultivation.
This strength is incredible.
If it inspires supernatural power, what level of strength will it reach?
Chen Feng couldn't help but be secretly shocked.
A person with supernatural powers, even if he does not activate the supernatural powers, is still stronger than a warrior of the same level without supernatural powers under normal circumstances.
Divine powers not only provide special powers, but also give warriors an even more amazing foundation.
The spear in Li Yiming's hand shook, and like a branch growing wildly, it turned into dozens of spear shadows and shot towards the Zhenwu Holy Son.
Each spear shadow embodies the tyrannical power of the twelve transformations of the forged body. It is so powerful that it can easily break rocks and steel.
The extremely burly body of Zhenwu Saint Son paused slightly, and his eyes unconsciously looked in one place, as if he heard some sound.
When dozens of gun shadows shot through the air and enveloped Li Yiming's entire body, the Holy Son of Zhenwu took action.
The thick arms were raised back, and the five fingers were clenched into fists. A faint golden force condensed in the fists, exuding an astonishing power, domineering, and invincible violent power.
"This punch!"
Chen Feng's eyes couldn't help but freeze, and a ray of horror shot out from the depths of his pupils.
The mystery of that punch, the aura of that punch, and the power of that punch all made Chen Feng think of a possibility.
Excellent!
That punch was some kind of top-notch boxing technique.
Since entering the Qianlong Secret Realm, he has experienced dozens of battles, but except for himself, most of the others are practicing top-notch martial arts.
Now I finally see a top-notch martial artist other than myself.
That feeling is indescribable.
Excitement, anticipation...or something else.
The flowing sword in its sheath seemed to be trembling slightly, and it was about to be unsheathed, and he followed Chen Feng's will to draw the sword and fight.
This is a kind of feeling after realizing the sword realm of man and sword, which is as mysterious as it is mysterious.
With an extremely domineering punch, dozens of gun shadows instantly shattered, the spears trembled, and Li Yiming flew backwards. His whole body hit the cave wall, and he couldn't help spitting out a mouthful of blood.
Glancing at Chen Feng, Holy Son Zhenwu turned around and strode away, slipped into a crack and disappeared.
Li Yiming stood up and quickly wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.
"Junior Brother Chen, why didn't you take action just now?" Li Yiming looked at Chen Feng with a cold face and asked.
Chen Feng, who was about to speak, was slightly startled when he heard the other party's words, and looked at Li Yiming in astonishment.
"You just had to hold back Zhenwu Holy Son, and I had a chance to injure him." Li Yiming continued, his voice becoming colder and harsher.
"Sage Zhenwu didn't even activate his supernatural power, how could you hurt him?" Chen Feng finally came to his senses and was sure that Li Yiming was not joking, but was really questioning himself, so he retorted with a chuckle.
"You!" Li Yiming's expression changed drastically, as if he had been stabbed in a painful spot, his eyes were extremely cold and piercing with cold light.
Chen Feng ignored him and instead took one step forward. As agile and vigorous as a swimming dragon, he quickly passed through the gap and continued moving forward.
"Damn it!" Li Yiming said angrily: "He is just a mortal, but he is so arrogant."
After saying that, Li Yiming immediately deployed his body skills and quickly rushed towards the crack.
It's not that he wants to attack Chen Feng, after all, the Huntian Sect or each sect has regulations that the same sect and sects are not allowed to kill each other.
He was mainly unhappy.
I am unhappy that a mere mortal is actually ranked as the quasi-eldest son, alongside myself, a top-notch saint-level supernatural being.
At the same time, he was also dissatisfied that he was a top saint-level supernatural being. Although there was still some gap compared with Yuan Hualong's black dragon combat body, the difference was not very big. They were both in the Twelve Transformations of Body Forging, but Yuan Hualong was promoted to the candidate for the eldest son.
, and he is still the quasi-eldest son and has not passed the application.
All kinds of unhappiness accumulated in my heart.
Feeling the breath behind him, Chen Feng became slightly wary.
If Li Yiming dared to take action against him, he would immediately activate his sword and kill him with the force of thunder within one breath.
But Chen Feng hoped that Li Yiming would not be so impulsive.
After all, he is the quasi-eldest son of the Huntian Sect. He possesses the twelve transformations of the top saint-level magical body training and has unlimited potential. In the future, he can cultivate to the extraordinary realm or even the Hedao realm, and even hope to reach the holy realm. For the Huntian Sect, this is undoubtedly a great thing.
Good thing.
Li Yiming did not take action, but flew past Chen Feng.
A cold snort passed into Chen Feng's ears.
Chen Feng's brows wrinkled slightly and then relaxed, but he didn't say anything, and there was no need to say anything.
As long as you don't provoke yourself, you don't need to pay attention to it.
But if it’s going to be against me next time, then...
The intermittent dragon roar became clearer and stronger, and seemed to gradually become louder, like some kind of new life joy.
Run!
Go deeper!
Finally, after Chen Feng passed through another crack, he entered a cave with a radius of several hundred meters.
The sweeping eyes ignored the others and were directly attracted by the colorful glow in the center.