I, Zhulong! Devour millions of taboos and become invincible!

Wuyi Lane.

Bistro.

"Senior brother, is it true that there are dragons in the mountains?"

"You ask me, I ask who to go?"

"Understood, Senior Brother."

！！！

What do you know?

Yang Zilong was speechless, looking at his junior brother's eyes, as if he was looking at a mental retardation.

He already knew that he shouldn't have teamed up with this group of stupid junior disciples who lacked roots.

The beginning of the story, always unexpected...

Three days ago.

Yang Zilong, who received the order of the division, lurked in Qingshuihe Village, searched for the secrets of Dakunshan and found traces of the existence of the mountain god, striving to one day enter Dakunshan and obtain supreme inheritance.

However.

The imagination is full, the reality is very good.

Yesterday, they were just about to go up the mountain when they encountered heavy rain that was rare in a century.

The drums shook the sky.

The Great Kunshan monster flees.

The "Shangqing Holy Land Exploration Team" died before it was successful.

As soon as they reached the gate of the mountain, the two unlucky egg junior brothers were trampled to death by the fleeing demon beasts.

No, in order to relieve the anxious mood, a bunch of people drank stuffy wine in the tavern.

"Great Kunshan is amazing! In my grandfather's generation of mountain gods already existed, it was a true line that covered the sky....... Jiaolong, call the wind and rain, master the thunder, our Qingshuihe Village is smooth every year, it is his old man who is blessed!

"Yes, yes, yes! Lord Yamagami needs two child boys and girls to sacrifice every year, and the last time it was the grandson of the fourth uncle of my second aunt's family.

"Envy, last time my sister-in-law was also chosen to enjoy the blessing, if only I had this blessing."

"Yes, my wife was fancyed by Lord Yamagami and put a green hat on me, but Lord Yamashin gave me a dream, saying that my wife is doing well, and I am also relieved."

"Lord Mountain God must use a golden bowl when he eats..." As

the rumors of the mountain god increased, the description of the mountain god in the tavern became more and more exaggerated.

Yang Zilong's brain hurt when he listened.

He came to the tavern to inquire about the news, not to hear bragging.

The god TM Mountain God is to be sacrificed.

The god also took a fancy to his wife............

Yang Zilong's mood was like hearing it, and the beggar discussed whether the emperor used a golden hoe.

Absurd!

The world is crazy!

The mountain god robbed the farmer's wife

..................

"Mountain God, it's actually a dragon! A dragon that is enough to control heaven and earth, call wind and rain, and devour thousands of luck..." A

voice attracted Yang Zilong's attention.

Follow the sound.

He wears a cape, a rag linen coat, and a pair of Syrian war-damaged worn-out straw shoes.

The man drank a bowl of Wuyi Lane, an exclusive original wine brewed by the owner's daughter, with a bamboo knife around his waist.

The cloak covered his eyes, but it couldn't cover his sharp eyes like a knife!

The man turned his head and glanced at it.

Yang Zilong subconsciously snorted.

This man........... Very strong!

Bamboo knives.......... Soon!

"Boss, come to a good peach forest wine!"

"Okay!"

"Brother Tai, I respect you!"

Yang Zilong carried the wine altar and walked to the side of the bamboo swordsman.

Toast.

Drink.

Pour the wine.

Coherent!

The bamboo swordsman stared at Yang Zilong and was silent for a long time before he burst out laughing.

"You boy, interesting."

Say that the bamboo knifeman took the wine and drank it all in one go!

"Whew~"

Yang Zilong breathed a sigh of relief.

He sat on the seat next to the bamboo swordsman, arched his hand, and asked

, "Kid is bold,

how did the senior learn that the mountain god is a dragon!"

The bamboo swordsman did not speak, but took the wine glass and drank it, and waited until he burped before slowly saying:

"This is not simple, yesterday's heavy rain, thunder and drums, isn't it that mountain god dragon!"

Yang Zilong was taken aback when he heard this.

I see.

He said how could the monsters in the mountains all run out.

That makes it clear.

Feelings are mountain deification.

"In this way, the mountain god was originally a snake, and there is nothing to fear."

Yang Zilong muttered.

The bamboo swordsman burst out laughing.

"Why are seniors laughing?"

"I laugh at your arrogance and arrogance, and you don't know if you are dead or alive."

The bamboo swordsman did not hesitate to mock.

"This......... How to say it?

Yang Zilong was not angry, but humbly asked for advice.

The bamboo swordsman glanced at him: "Do you know how many years this world has not seen a real dragon?"

Yang Zilong thought for a while: "Since ten thousand years ago, the last true dragon died with the Celestial Sea, and the world has not seen a true dragon for eight hundred years.

"Wrong!"

The bamboo swordsman snorted coldly: "Time has not seen a real dragon in ten thousand years, and the one who died in the Celestial Sea is just a dragon that failed to transform into a dragon." "

Ugh!"

Yang Zilong was stunned.

"It is rumored that when the Celestial Sea True Dragon died, the Great Wei Dynasty had killed more than a dozen mortal immortals, and they had not captured the True Dragon in the slightest."

"A single dragon that failed to transform a dragon is so strong, how strong should that true dragon be, and how terrifying that mountain god should be......!"

"That mountain god is not as strong as you think." The bamboo swordsman shook his head, picked up the wine jar, and walked outside the tavern, his voice was faint: "The last dragon in the world is not so weak..."

The bamboo swordsman drank it all, then fell headlong in front of the tavern and fell asleep.

"It's worthy of being a senior, it's too dashing!!"

Looking at the bamboo swordsman who was thrown out by the tavern owner, Yang Zilong said a word and silently put down the wine altar in his hand.

For nothing else, afraid of getting drunk.

"I really want to see what a real dragon looks like."

"It is rumored that a piece of scale on the body of a true dragon is an excellent material for refining."

"Dragon blood is a first-class physical training treasure medicine."

"And the keel..." As

soon as he returned to work, Yang Zilong heard a group of stupid junior brothers discussing.

God TM Materials........

Meet that being.

Run slowly.

There is not a single corpse left.

"Senior Brother, if you don't enter Da Kunshan and look for that legendary mountain god, if you can get some dragon blood, dragon scales......... That's it.

A junior brother suggested.

Yang Zilong silently moved his position and moved away from the junior brother.

Don't splash blood on him.

To find death.

Go by yourself.

Don't take him with you.

"Senior brother, senior brother, how is it?"

"Uh-huh, I support you, you guys go, I have something, go first."

Yang Zilong showed a bright smile.

Three steps and do two.

Away from this tavern of wisdom.

.........

.........

The weather is sunny.

A good day in the sun.

Li Yanyan was lying in the yard, covered with a layer of fur sewn from rabbit skin.

"Changsheng, your master, is it a mountain god?"

"The identity of the master......... Secrecy.

"Can't even my mother say?"

"The master didn't let me say, I can't say."

"Well, Changsheng is a trustworthy person."

Li Yanyan smiled and smiled very happily.

Seemingly.

This mountain god-sama.

Very good for Chen Changsheng.

"Mother, eat meat."

Chen Changsheng carried the broth.

"Good, eat it too."

Li Yanyan took one bite after another.

Life........ It's getting better.

I just don't know how long this wonderful life will last.

She carried the broth and stared at the old locust tree in the yard.

How long will she last.

She's dead.

Can Chen Changsheng live alone........?

It must be.

Looking at the young man who was getting stronger, Li Yanyan felt that it would definitely be possible.

Because now, in addition to the mother, there is also the master.

As long as it's not alone.

Chen Changsheng will definitely be able to live well.

"Ahem!"

The spring breeze blew, Li Yanyan coughed twice, and the heaven and earth of Qingshuihe Village trembled twice.

She's kind of...

Tired!