"This is Jinpeng Mountain, yes, and the number of golden-winged rocs on Jinpeng Mountain is about thirty, but I only saw two just now. Does this matter have something to do with you cheap dragons?" Han Yu looked at it
Its eyes said.
Even though the humble dragon's status is extremely low among the dragon clan, his self-esteem is still extremely high: "You insignificant human! You are challenging the dignity of the Brahmin! I will punish you on behalf of the Brahlong!"
"Do the cheap dragons nowadays also read Japanese comics? Why do you speak so mediocrely? Why don't you say that you can either join the Gang or get out of Gadgetzan? How domineering does this sound?" Han Yu said casually, holding a long sword in his hand.
Then he blocked the claws of the cheap dragon.
"Death!" Jianlong didn't know where the courage came from, and he dared to say such wild words. Maybe it's because Jianlong has always been a domineering presence in the camp.
Seeing that the power of the cheap dragon has increased, Han Yu sighed and said: "The cheap dragon is a cheap dragon. From combat power to IQ, it is not proportional to the dragon clan. No wonder a green dragon's joke can determine your status as a cheap dragon."
The name and IQ are touching. When your little dragons come out of their eggs, don’t forget to give them Sanlu milk powder to supplement their nutrition.”
What he said was more vicious. Han Yu was really bullying them because they didn’t know what Sanlu milk powder was. If they knew, they would probably go berserk. After all, Sanlu milk powder can be regarded as an artifact that can harm people.
, it’s just not as powerful as Hedinghong.
But at least its popularity is very high, and it is very high. Chinese people basically know that Sanlu milk powder is the most famous milk powder in the country, after all, their effect is the most significant.
Han Yu said, shaking the long sword in his hand, and the cheap dragon was thrown out. However, Han Yu had not yet used 50% of his power.
Of course, Jianlong didn't use much strength. Jianlong is a dragon after all, and he still has brute force, but it is of no use in front of Han Yu. After all, Han Yu always uses some calculation methods of earthlings, especially in physics.
aspects, such as force and moment arm.
He will have a deeper understanding of this. After all, physics is a good thing. After learning it, a one-meter-long steel ruler can transform into a swordsman and be invincible.
"Roar!!" The cheap dragon didn't know where the courage came from. After roaring, he rushed over again. To be honest, the cheap dragon race is also very embarrassing. After all, they are a group of creatures without the ability to incarnate. They cannot transform
Become what you call a “tiny human being”
Therefore, it is also because of jealousy of human bodies that they call humans "little humans".
Han Yu squinted his eyes and looked at the rushing dragon, and raised his sword slightly. From a mechanical point of view, the impact brought by the dragon was very large, but the forces acted on each other, so
, the force the sword exerts on it is the same as the force it exerts on the sword.
In addition, the density of the sword tip is very small. It can be seen from the physical formula that under the same pressure, the smaller the contact area, the greater the pressure. It is like a person hitting someone with a brick. On a flat surface,
The effects caused by edges and points are completely different.
The moment the long sword came into contact with its claws, there was a "pop" sound, and the long sword was pierced into the body of the cheap dragon. Then the long sword flicked, and the cheap dragon flew out again, surrounding the surroundings.
A piece of trees was directly crushed.
"Trash, do you want to continue? As a cheap dragon, just be your own cheap dragon. Just go and serve those dragon misers. If you insist on causing trouble, doesn't it seem very embarrassing now? Do you need me to tell a villain like that?
You: Kneel on the ground and kowtow to admit your mistake and I will let you go, ah?" Han Yu said with disdain on his face.
"Roar!" This cheap dragon couldn't say anything serious. He roared and fell to the ground. But soon, the whole body exploded, and blood spurted out from its body, but
Their target seemed to be Feng Xuanming who was lying on the ground.
At this time, Feng Xuanming's heart was still in a state of stopping, but his face looked much better than before. After all, the vampire is a wonderful race. The whiter the face, the better.
” or a label like “You can start writing a suicide note.”
Soon, the wound above Feng Xuanming's throat opened slightly, and the blood of the cheap dragon seemed to be filtered above the throat, layer by layer, and finally the best blood was filtered out and sucked directly into it.
into Feng Xuanming's body.
"Wow, the news of resurrection is not that big. Resurrection and other things in novels are amazing." Peng Jiarong's face was full of disappointment.
He was reading a very popular monk novel recently, and he was as fascinated as Don Quixote. However, recalling Don Quixote, he was still very reserved, at least not waving a long sword, riding a skinny horse and a
Giants (actually giant windmills) fight.
This is already good in Han Yu's opinion, but it seems that he needs to write a book similar to "Don Quixote" to satirize these immortal novels that pop up from nowhere.
But speaking of mortals, they are powerful. Just like when I was a mortal, I had an extremely rich imagination, but it is no longer possible now. Poverty and busyness have limited my imagination.
"When he was resurrected, shouldn't there be a holy light descending on him, and then various visions would appear around him? Behind him, his whole body would be shrouded in a layer of light, and his curled-up body would slowly unfold in the sky. Finally,
Perfect resurrection when the light disappears? This is different from what is written in the book..."
"He is a vampire. If there is such a thing as holy light, he will be dead when it comes to him. Do you understand?" Han Yu was a little helpless. It seemed that he still underestimated these ordinary people.
They actually built the Western world entirely with their own god-like imagination.
Finally, while talking, Feng Xuanming finally sat up, but there seemed to be a little doubt in his eyes. He was stunned and asked: "Who are you?"
"Huh? This is very similar to the one in the novel. Many protagonists lose their memory after being resurrected..."
"I'm so sorry, I didn't lose my memory when I was resurrected, and my memory is surprisingly good." Han Yu's face was full of displeasure.
"Tell me, where am I, who are you, what year is this?"
"I think you should tell me who you are first, right?" Han Yu sat aside, holding his sword in front of him, always vigilant.