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"Hahaha, good tricks, good dragon, are you the Beimeng Dragon King, known as the living true dragon, the pride of the human race?"

Just as the two dragons were facing each other and a battle was about to break out, a clear voice came from the Crystal Palace. It was faint and lazy, and sounded quite pleasant.

“I don’t dare to be a real dragon in this world. One day, I will become a god or devil, and my bloodline will be completely transformed. I can transform into a real dragon. It will not be too late then.”

Meng Zhao was not overly modest. He was stunned by the title of Beimeng Dragon King, the genius of the human race. As for the real dragons in the world, he was still slightly inferior to him for the time being.

His bloodline can be called a true dragon in the world, or even a royal dragon in the world. Only the Ancestral Dragon Ying Zheng and the unknown first dragon body can be compared with him.

However, only he knew the secret of his bloodline. Outsiders only knew that he had dragon bloodline, but they did not know that this dragon body was so ancient and powerful. Therefore, it was a good match for him to be called a true dragon in the world.

Of course, a true dragon is a powerful being comparable to gods and demons, and the dragon balls it condenses are comparable to Tao fruits. Therefore, given Meng Zhaotian's cultivation level, it is indeed a bit inappropriate to be called a living true dragon. At least his strength is temporarily insufficient.

After some negotiations with the two people, two figures turned into long rays of light, dragging their tails, and rushed out of the Crystal Palace, suspended in the air, standing opposite Meng Zhao and Zhao Ruling.

One of them was Bei Jun Wu Shi. His face did not look very good and his expression was cold, but when he looked at Meng Zhao and Zhao Ruling, his eyes were full of guilt. It seemed that he did not expect that Long Feng would have such an attitude.

Didn’t you say that you attach great importance to a true dragon bloodline like Meng Zhao?
I'm afraid they treat you like an enemy.

As for the other person, it was none other than Long Feng of the Dragon Clan.

He was wearing a golden robe, a golden crown on his head, and a belt woven with cloud patterns, which was inlaid with pebble-sized gems, shining brightly.

At first glance, the whole outfit is very exaggerated, giving a feeling of a nouveau riche who wears whatever is expensive.

His height was also quite astonishing. Meng Zhao estimated with his naked eyes that he was at least two meters tall. He was tall and strong, with muscles all over his body, like a dragon or python. His whole body contained unparalleled explosive power, and he could move mountains and seas at any time.

Moreover, on both sides of this person's forehead, there are two forked dragon horns, which are gray-brown in color, with obvious keratin. Occasionally, a layer of red divine light flows, making the gray-brown dragon horns look particularly extraordinary.

Meng Zhao could also sense the powerful blood force in this person's body, as if a real dragon was roaring at him and demonstrating to him.

"This person's bloodline is not bad. Even though his physique is not as good as a real dragon, his dragon blood is probably very pure. At least 70% to 80% of it is dragon blood that can be tempered."

In fact, when we say dragon blood, to put it more bluntly, it is genes. About 70 to 80 percent of the genes in it tend toward dragons, and only 20 to 30 percent tend toward humans and the bloodlines of other races.

Compared with Meng Zhao, who was born into the human race by chance and does not possess any special hereditary physique, there is still a big gap in bloodline.

However, if such physique and bloodline can be passed on to the next generation, it seems that it is not unacceptable.

At least in Meng Zhao's opinion, this person's bloodline power is not weak. If he has enough talent, he can actually rely on the existing bloodline power to continuously improve and advance, and eventually achieve the physique of a true dragon.

The process is like a snake turning into a dragon, and a dragon turning into a dragon, step by step. It seems difficult, but there are traces to follow.

Compared with the blood dragon clan like Long Feng and the true dragon physique like Meng Zhao, the difference is actually the difference between a Jiaolong and a true dragon. Meng Zhao is equivalent to a purebred true dragon cub, and is naturally a true dragon. As long as he can grow and develop normally, when he reaches adulthood, he will naturally reach the realm of gods and demons and become a true dragon.

Of course, the normal growth and development after adulthood here refers to the True Dragon clan as a reference, rather than the human race's adulthood at the age of eighteen. To be more precise, it is the stimulation of blood and the perfection of the power of Tao Fruit.

As for Long Feng, he is roughly equivalent to Jiaolong Xiaojiu. He has pure blood and a promising future. If he has the opportunity, talent and understanding, he has a certain chance of transforming into a real dragon.

And, if Long Feng could obtain Meng Zhao's bloodline and the secret of his physique, it would definitely increase this possibility and even advance the process.

Therefore, even if Meng Zhao did not need to use the power of his soul for special sensing, he could discover Long Feng's deep and undisguised malice towards him simply by relying on the perception of Qi.

This malice is very complicated, with jealousy, unwillingness, resentment, greed, and covetousness all intersecting and intertwining together.

In other words, when Long Feng saw Meng Zhao, it was like an old pervert seeing a beauty he only sees once in a thousand years. He was completely seduced by her. As for the Sifang City, the human race, and the dragon race, they were probably all forgotten.

Compared to Meng Zhao's feelings towards Long Feng, Long Feng's impression of the Northern Meng Dragon King was even more vivid and moving.

From the moment Meng Zhao stepped into the Crystal Palace, Long Feng felt the throbbing power coming from his own blood.

That feeling is very wonderful. The energy and blood in my body are surging, and my blood vessels are as strong as dragons, running endlessly in my body, even to the point that my mind is stimulated and it is difficult to calm down.

The feeling rising in my heart is even more mysterious.

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He was a little afraid of the newcomer, not because of how powerful the other party's martial arts was, or how amazing his magical powers were, but simply because the other party's bloodline power was far superior to his, and there was even a little secret in his bloodline. It was as if the king of the clan had come. As the king's servant, how dare he not take the initiative to greet him?
At that moment, Long Feng suddenly understood why Meng Zhao was called the Northern Meng Dragon King.

To others, the title of Dragon King may not be worthy of its reality, but Meng Zhao is probably worthy of the title.

He had mixed feelings in his heart. It had been a long, long time since such a person appeared in his dragon clan.

It's not about strength, but simply about the nobility of blood.

This made Long Feng, who always considered himself a pure-blooded dragon, feel a little jealous.

Compared to him, Meng Zhao is the real living dragon.
Beyond jealousy is deep desire and greed.

This person's bloodline power is so strong and pure. If, if it could be transferred into one's own body, how wonderful it would be?
That was his first thought.

Long Feng even believed that every dragon would have the same thought the moment they saw Meng Zhao and sensed Meng Zhao's bloodline.

What bullshit is this about honoring the other party with the power of blood, or giving the other party all kinds of benefits to win them over because of the purity of dragon blood? It's all bullshit.

In the past, the Dragon Clan had indeed made many similar moves, but those people were fundamentally different from Meng Zhao. (End of this chapter)