"A king!"
"It's very strange. Is this the hidden powerhouse from Kyushu?"
"It's so strong. It would take a lot of effort for an ordinary king to kill so many half-kings!"
"This one is too relaxed. Taking one step at a time, the trapped dragon river is like a life. It turns into his soldier and kills everything..."
Everyone was shocked by Jiang Chen's methods, his eyes that were indifferent to all living beings, his hands behind his back, and his domineering aura of never stopping one step at a time. Anyone who stood in his way would die, and no one else would do anything but me.
Everything is explained.
This is a very powerful man with a cold heart!
A disciple named Qing Zong, Wuzong, and a powerful Yin Cao all showed their respect.
But among them, some people's expressions were very strange, and they were more shocked than anyone else. It could even be said that their jaws dropped.
It was Jiang Hongyu, Zhao Daniu and others, the young disciples who participated in the battle of Qishan Village.
When I saw the man stepping on the huge waves and standing under the dark sky, his indifferent eyes swept over the world like a god.
They couldn't connect it with the man who pulled them to show off their ancestral treasures at the grave of a female ghost halfway up the mountain in Qishan Village, and the man who flashed his gun into the wind and composed poems in a eloquent voice by the Qishui River.
"Is it really him?"
"Maybe they just look alike, but the hammer also looks similar..."
"This, this, this..."
A group of people were anxious. On the one hand, they were extremely curious, but on the other hand, they did not dare to ask.
Suddenly, someone shouted loudly: "A gentleman hides his weapon in his body and moves it when the time comes. If he moves, the hidden dragon will emerge from the abyss, stir up the sky, and there will be no dusk!"
"Junior brother Zheng Yuan, you..." Someone on the side was puzzled.
Zheng Yuan was one of the disciples who went to the mountainside.
The rest of the people didn't understand what it meant, but those who had been to Qishan Village were all enlightened and attentive.
To their surprise.
The strong man actually looked over, winked at them with his right eye, and smiled slightly.
The group of people fell into silence at first, and then there were sounds of great surprise.
"I'll go! Is it really Brother Jiang?"
"6 Ah, I once performed a mission with a king! I can brag about it for the rest of my life!"
"Be bold and jointly display the ancestral treasures. This is enough for future generations to pass on..."
"I'll go. When I was recording, I also captured part of Brother Jiang. Senior sister, do you want it?" As soon as a certain disciple finished saying this, he was slapped down.
Jiang Hongyu looked into the air at the figure that was being watched by everyone, pursed her lips, and didn't know what she was thinking.
After hearing their words, the others also looked over.
The old man Wu Zong couldn't help but ask: "That person glanced this way. Is it true that you know each other as you said?"
"Yes, Master!" someone admitted.
"This person may be hiding in the city, pretending to be a young man, and we were lucky enough to perform missions together."
Hearing this, the old man Wu Zong's eyes lit up: "Okay, very good."
"What's this? Senior Sister also gave the battle card to this person."
"This..." the old man was startled: "Is it true, Hongyu Nizi?"
Jiang Hongyu hesitated, speechless, and her pretty face turned red.
To deliver a battle invitation to a king is too overestimating one's capabilities.
"It doesn't matter, my uncle has agreed to this marriage!" The old man laughed, very cheerfully.
"Uncle Master, please don't talk nonsense. The agreed period has not yet come, and the outcome has not yet been determined!" Jiang Hongyu muttered.
People around her couldn't help but suppress their laughter and couldn't bear to hit this girl.
At this time, the purple-robed old Taoist interrupted curiously: "Babys, what do those lines of poetry mean? Is it a secret message between you and this strong man?"
"Uh, this..." The disciple of Wuzong almost scratched his scalp: "That's right, this is an impromptu poem written by that person."
"Hide the weapon in your body and wait for the time to move. If you move, the dragon will emerge from the abyss and stir up the sky. It is really powerful!" The old man in purple robe tasted it carefully and couldn't help but marvel.
"Perhaps this is also a portrayal of himself. He hides his weapons in his body and hides in the city. When the Nine Provinces are in danger, he will risk everything and use his weapons to save all people!"
The veteran's series of compliments made a group of Wu Zong disciples who knew about it almost have their mouths turned to the sky and their faces distorted.
Senior, this weapon is not meant to be used to save all people!
"The hidden dragon emerges from the abyss, majestic. This person's strength is worthy of such a description!" On the side, another half-king of Yin Cao, an old man, also praised: "To stir up the sky, he may want to give me back a piece of Kyushu. The sky is vast, what a great ambition!”
I saw them all praising me.
The young half-king didn't dare to lag behind, and pondered for a moment: "Excellent in both civil and military affairs, this one is truly a role model for our generation!"
He really has nothing to boast about.
It was the turn of the old man Wu Zong. He himself had no education, and the space for praise was further compressed. So he held it in for a long time and could only say seriously: "Good poem! What a good poem. I will write it down, frame it, and hang it on Wu Zong's house. In the lobby, teach the descendants of disciples!”
A group of Wuzong disciples almost broke through their defenses. Some of them pinched their thighs tightly and their faces were distorted. Some of them begged the fellow disciples next to them to give them a slap in the face, and then they fell face-first to the ground, their shoulders twitching constantly.
Master, this thing is not fun to frame!
If this spirit is passed down, how evil will our Wuzong be in the future?
…
This side.
On the water, the remains of the corpse of the dragon squirmed little by little, pieced together, and after a while, they recovered.
Seven half-kings were killed.
But it was only blown to pieces once by Jiang Chen's control of the water flow in the body, and it was not completely destroyed.
The reason for this was because he saw a talisman formation around the Dragon Locking Well, which was a Yuan Gathering Formation.
Having inherited so many monster abilities, including monsters who practice Taoism, Jiang Chen still has a lot of insight into this aspect.
You can recognize it at a glance. The main effect of this thing is to ensure that the dragons in the well will not starve to death if they have no food for hundreds or even thousands of years.
In other words, those who imprisoned it in the past can still use it to keep it.
Coupled with what Jiang Chen said when he killed He Bo not long ago, he instantly made an association that was not rigorous.
The dragon holds water.
Could this walking dragon be a great power from Kyushu in the past, who was deliberately imprisoned in order to tame it and replace it with the ghost-sacrifice clan and control the rivers and seas of Kyushu?
Later, for some unknown reason, I gave up, or maybe the great master was in trouble and couldn't come back. When the seal of Suolongjing was loosened, no one came to take care of it.
Whether this conjecture is rigorous or not is not important to Jiang Chen. The main thing is that after opening up this idea, he also feels that it seems feasible.
There are many people in the ghost-sacrifice lineage, and both humans and ghosts are often too complicated.
If a walking dragon can be used properly, it can indeed solve the problem of water ghosts in rivers and sea basins for a long time.
Thinking of this, he looked over indifferently and said coldly: "Evil beast! After being locked up for so long, are you willing to surrender?"
After hearing this, the Jiao Jiao, who had just recovered, seemed to be frightened. His huge body shook suddenly, swaying from side to side like a crazy dog. He quickly retreated and hit a water barrier before stopping. .
Tong Ling's eyes looked at Jiang Chen in horror.
"Are you him?"
"No!"
"How could you become so weak? It's impossible. Are you trying to deceive me?"
Jiang Chen: "..."
You can't even cheat!
