Cultivation – Stand above the Heaven

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Such a strong combat power, wherever it is used, just looking at it is enough to make the Taoyuan Valley people repair the cold.

"But how did this dragon and the herd dry up?" Seeing the white dragon sweeping all the way, countless fairy beasts clashed with each other. Xin Biantian was both puzzled and at the same time asked Wen Xiong with excitement and expectation.

Wen Xiong's face is still dignified, Shen Sheng said, "Dragons are the most arrogant and domineering among the beasts. In their eyes, except the dragon family, the rest of the races are all ants. Perhaps this dragon is not directed at us Yes, but since we appeared in front of him, it can only be our luck! "

"You mean, this dragon, is going to put the fairy beast together with us?"

"It must be so! But God, can you die in the hands of a dragon than the glory that comes from the hands of these beasts?"

Xin Biantian didn't talk, and death was death, and in his hands, there was no big difference in his opinion. The beast tamers are different. They have been with the fairy beast since childhood, and the dragon clan has a totem meaning for them.

"No!" After a closer look, Xin Biantian finally found something wrong. The dragon swept along the road, and there were countless deaths and injuries to the fairy beasts, but no Taoyuangu monk fell under the dragon's claws.

At first, Xin Biantian thought it was a coincidence, but he noticed that it was not a coincidence at all, but the dragon deliberately avoided the Taoyuangu monk.

"Huh? Then ... there seems to be a person standing on the faucet!" Wen Xiong also discovered the singularity, his voice was louder than Xin Biantian.

"On the faucet? No!" Xin Biantian was taken aback by Wen Xiong's words and stared hurriedly toward the direction of the faucet. Sure enough, shadowed by the white light of Dao Dao, Ying Ying was indeed a figure. Just because of the distance and the white light, Xin Biantian always couldn't see the other person's face.

Xin Biantian couldn't help but stunned. Taking Dragon as a ride, even if he had heard of it before, he didn't think it was true, just thought it was a story. Now that he is alive, how can he accept it for a while?

"Axiong, should your beast-training family have a description of the dragon family? In your impression, is there the power to ride the dragon?"

Speaking of shock, Wen Xiong even more than Xin Biantian, Xin Biantian asked three times in a row, and then Wen Xiong came back from the great consternation and shook his head like a rattle. Just kidding, how is this possible! Dragons are the most proud race, how can they let people ride on their heads? In the history of my family, there are indeed a lot of seniors who want to train dragons and take dragons for riding . But in the end, without exception, they all failed! They have great abilities and the ability to kill the dragon, but they cannot let the dragon lower its noble head and let them trample on. "

In Xin Biantian, Wen Xiong, Taoyuangu Zhongxiu's eyes filled with shock, the white dragon kept roaring. The scorching dragon's breath, like the dragon's tail sweeping continuously with giant whips, succeeded in the beasts one after another. The beasts who almost forced the Taoyuan Valley to repair all the way to a dead end suddenly collapsed.

Those fairy beasts are not crazy, and they are now crying and fleeing in all directions. The fast-moving one was burned by the dragon. The slower one was either swept by the dragon's tail into flesh or turned into ashes in a white flame.

Looking at this scene, Xin Biantian was convinced of Wen Xiong's words. The dragon is not only the king of the beast, but also the **** of the beast!

"Oh my god! What kind of power is it that I can ride a dragon! Brother Tian, ​​I must worship him as a teacher!"

Wen Xiong grabbed his hair excitedly. If it weren't for Bailong's power, it would be too terrifying. He might have rushed up.

"No matter what kind of power, he is our savior in Taoyuan Valley, benefactor!"

"The herd retreated! The herd retreated !!!"

Since the advent of the White Dragon, it took half a minute to work, and the fairy beast that was almost dense, almost filling the Taoyuan Valley, disappeared without a trace. The Taoyuangu Cultivator only woke up to the gods, cheering one after another, and they were connected into a film.

People who live in desperation, weeping together, or sitting in tears, or roaring, are all indulging themselves to celebrate the hard-won remaining life.

But Xin Biantian and Wen Xiong didn't dare to have the slightest neglect. While sorting the instruments in a panic, they stood upright. Because the white dragon is slowly flying towards them at this time.

"Axiong, you will follow me in a while, and I will salute you, and there will be no rudeness that will anger others. Our entire Taoyuan Valley will be unlucky!"

"Yes, yes!" Wen Xiong's eyes have always accumulated on the hazy figure on the slowly approaching dragon and the dragon head. He did not hear Xin Xingtian's instructions at all, and he responded casually.

Xin Biantian shook his head, patted a palm on his shoulder fiercely, and murmured with his head down halfway, "Don't stare at people like this, it's impolite!"

Xin Xiantian's strength is not small, Wen Xiong burst his teeth, but he listened to Xin Xiantian's words, and hurriedly learned that Xian Xiantian lowered his head.

When the dragon came and settled in front of the two of them, Xin Biantian hurriedly winked at Wenxiong, and then greeted him in succession.

"Ah, under Wenxiong, I also thanked my seniors!" Wenxiong's reaction was obviously half a beat slower than Xin Biantian, causing Xin Biantian to frown slightly.

At this time, Xin Xiantian and Wen Xiong both lowered their heads, only waiting for the other's predecessors to speak. Unexpectedly, there was a quiet piece around, and there was no echo for a long time.

Xin Biantian's mind couldn't help but sink in, secretly, did something go wrong and offend others? At this moment, the cold sweat on Xin Xiantian's forehead shed. At this time, he was even more nervous and more stressed than when facing the siege of the herd!

"Cough ... Senior, did I wait for something to be wrong, causing the senior to be unhappy? If so, please invite the senior to apologize, no matter what kind of punishment, the younger are willing to accept!

"Is this true?" This time the predecessor finally responded, opening his mouth. The voice was a little weird, but Xin Biantian was so nervous that he didn't even notice it.

"It seems that it really offended people!" Xin Biantian felt bitter in his heart as if he swallowed two pounds of Huanglian. You and this Taoyuan Valley are really desperate. Just escaped the wolf pack, but fell into the tiger's mouth again.

"Yes ... it's true, how dare young people deceive seniors?"

"That's good! This silly big guy, I don't look good, you kick him fiercely for me!"

"Ah !?" Wen Xiong shouted in shock, and the facial features were wronged together.

Xin Biantian was not surprised at all, and his face was clear. It must have been that Wen Xiong's reaction was slow just now, which offended other people's predecessors. Fortunately, the only way to punish is to kick three feet, but it doesn't matter.

"Senior, I ... how can I make you feel bad, you see how wise I am, I don't know how many girls cry and want to marry me, I didn't agree ... Oh!"

Before Wen Xiong's words were finished, Xin Biantian flew a foot, leaning on his butt. The strength of this foot is not small, Wen Xiong flew straight away, and then fell heavily.

"My mother, my **** is about to become four petals! Brother Tian, ​​are you really kicking?" Wen Xiong glared at Xin Biantian while rubbing his ass, and tears were about to shed.

"Wen Xiong, in front of his predecessor's face, is it right? Shouldn't he kick it?" Xin Xing's weather went to Wen Xiong again.

Wen Xiong jumped up hurriedly, retreating while covering his buttocks. Just begging Xin Biantian not to kick anymore, Xin Biantian squeezed his eyebrows at him for a while, and said in a lower voice, "If you do n’t fool, if these three feet do n’t kick, the seniors will kick them by themselves! Do you think it ’s me kicking, or Senior kicked well? "

The word Xin Biantian immediately choked Wen Xiong. Can Xin Biantian's foot strength be comparable to the dragon's power?

Wen Xiong was not stupid, he quickly woke up to God, and did not run away. He just pursed his butt.

Bang!

There are two more feet. This time Wen Xiong couldn't hold back, tears and snots flying side by side, even if the **** hadn't split into four petals, it was enough for him to suffer for a while.

"Senior, are you satisfied?" Xin Xiantian looked carefully at the figure on the faucet and asked.

"Giggle ... Satisfied! Satisfied! I feel mad at this moment!"

Just as Xin Biantian and Wen Xiong were upset, there was a burst of crisp and sweet laughter on the faucet. I do n’t know if it ’s because there is a dragon rendering from the side. This laugh sounds like a sound of nature, and it is not like an ordinary sound!

"Is it a woman?" Wen Xiong looked back at Xin Biantian and blurted out involuntarily.

Xin Biantian hurriedly glared at him, and the reckless man spoke again.

"What's wrong with women? You seem to look down on women?"

When Wen Xiong was upset because he said that he was bald and pursed his lips, the thing that worries him the most still happened, and a cold voice came from the faint faint. The voice was not loud, and it didn't mean to blame, but it made Wen Xiong cold sweat.

"I don't think it's enough to kick your three feet, you have to hold your mouth!"

"Paps !?"

Wen Xiong heard this, his eyes almost rolled over and did not pass out on the spot. This buttock has a lot of meat and limited pain, but the palm is much worse. If he beats off a few more teeth, how will Wen Xiong meet people in the future?

When Wen Xiong was frightened, Xin Biantian's eyes turned to him drippingly. There was a little helplessness in the expression, as if to say, "This is what you asked for, don't blame me!"

"Brother, no ... don't do it!" Wen Xiong's mouth was covered desperately, and the voice almost cried.

"Senior, do you palm your mouth three times?" Xin Biantian asked as he rolled up his sleeves.

This way he has two advantages. One is to be proactive and dispel the anger in the other party's heart. Second, preemptively slap the number of slaps, can also make Wen Xiong suffer less.

Xin Biantian thought very well, but unfortunately, the 'predecessor' he met was not an ordinary person.

"How can three times? At least thirty times!"