Demon Concubine Yutian

Chapter 1312 So comfortable, try harder
His body was like a bow, his face was fierce, his white beard trembled uncontrollably, his sharp fangs were exposed, and his claws also showed from the furry pad.

Meow meow!

Senior Brother Meow jumped up, showed his sharp claws, and grabbed at Shenjilong's face.

The Divine Machine Dragon doesn't fly very high, it's probably more than one meter above the ground. Brother Miao's jumping ability is not bad, and it's still enough.

"Hey, silly cat, take a whip from me!"

The Divine Machine Dragon flicked its golden tail, carrying the aura of gold, the momentum was fierce, the wind was strong, and the wind was like a sword.

Dragon Tail and Meow Claw struck head-on.

Shenjilong stood still, while Brother Miao did a 360-degree volley in the air, stepped back, and landed three meters away.

The first move, Shenjilong narrowly won and took the lead.

Qin Xian was very surprised, and said: "Sister Luo, I haven't seen you for a while. Your dragon's spiritual pet seems to have become much stronger. You were able to catch Brother Miao's claws. Brother Miao's cultivation base is stronger than mine. Higher class."

Qin Xian is a fifth-tier mad martial artist.

Then, Senior Brother Meow is a sixth-order Berserker.

Ye Luo was also very surprised, and said: "It used to be just a spiritual pet of the divination department. It is very good at predicting bad luck. If it is really allowed to fight, it will be almost as cowardly. Unexpectedly, the improvement is so great."

At the entrance of the deserted ghost domain, the black flood dragon of the ghost domain, Ye Luo absorbed the dragon essence, and the Shenji dragon swallowed most of its dragon soul.

After swallowing the dragon soul, the cultivation of the Divine Machine Dragon has been qualitatively improved. One of the several ranks was able to force back Brother Meow, a sixth-level mad martial artist. This also means that the Divine Machine Dragon is at least a seventh-level madman now. The practice of a martial artist.

Meow meow!

Brother Meow is angry, it feels that its feline personality has been insulted, at the door of its own house, it was abused by a golden fat dragon, how decent is it?

No, it must find some ground.

Senior Brother Meow rushed forward again, and the two claws came up together. Within a second, countless afterimages of overlapping claws appeared in the air.

"Hahaha! Come on, come on!"

"Ah, it's so comfortable, try harder."

"Yes, that's right there, use your strength, ouch~~"

The humble voice of Shenjilong echoed at the gate of Chengyang Pavilion.

Brother Meow was blown away.

Its shadowless claws are enough to tear apart any cultivator of the same level, even a seventh- and eighth-level Berserker will suffer varying degrees of damage.But this fat golden dragon's skin is so thick and its scales so hard that its claws can't even leave even a slight scratch on the dragon's body.

Even, the meow's claws didn't seem to be hitting the scales of creatures, but like hitting metal.

This is not an ordinary metal. Brother Miao, as a refiner, has naturally come into contact with various spiritual materials. Even the most precious earth-level spiritual materials are far inferior to the hardness of this fat dragon scale. one!

"Oh, yes, that's right there, use your meow paws to give Benlong a rub."

"Well, ah, it's great, the strength is just right."

Shenjilong seemed to deliberately anger the black fat cat, and from time to time, a series of unbearable words popped out of his mouth, which were deeply ambiguous.

Ye Luo: "..."

Qin Xian: "..."

One dragon and one cat didn't seem to want to stop.

From the ground, hit the air.Crackling.

From mid-air, it hit the balcony on the second floor of Chengyang Pavilion, clanging and clanging.

(End of this chapter)