This punch has more than a thousand years of skill

Author: Youjiu L

This punch has more than a thousand years of skill

As her voice fell, two big yellow lights lit up in the darkness.

The headlights behind them suddenly turned on again, illuminating everything in front of them.

A most ferocious and majestic creature appeared in front of everyone.

There are no words to describe its ancient and majestic body. It is obviously a reptile, but it is far more beautiful than any reptile.

It's just that that kind of beauty is dark beauty, majestic beauty and profound beauty, which is awe-inspiring.

The blue-black scales on the whole body opened and closed in sequence from front to back, making the sound of metal collision, and the face full of bony protrusions carried the majesty of a monarch.

And those two yellow headlights are clearly its eyes.

Everyone's hearts beat faster. This was the first time they saw the real Dragon King.

Compared with the humanoid Jörmungandr and the deformed White King, this giant dragon fits the image in myths and legends.

It looked down at the crowd and let out a sharp roar, which sounded majestic.

But for some reason, Lu Mingfei heard a hint of excitement and embarrassment in his cry.

"What are you calling?"

Xia Mi shouted.

Hearing her voice, the giant dragon shrank its long neck, dug its claws into the ground, put its head on the ground, and looked at everyone carefully.

Like a cat being scolded by its owner, even though this cat is the size of a humpback whale.

"What a joke, this is my stupid brother, Fenrir."

Xia Mi introduced with some embarrassment.

"Fenrir, this is my sister's acquaintance."

She didn't know how to explain the complicated relationship between the two parties to her stupid brother, so she used a more general term.

"Acquaintances are friends, right? Sister friends are Fenrir's friends."

Fenrir's golden pupils instantly lit up by hundreds of watts, and he flapped his wings violently, as if he was about to launch an attack.

The team members immediately drew their weapons, except for Lu Mingfei, who stood at the front and remained motionless.

Two packaging bags fell in front of Lu Mingfei. He took a look and it seemed that they were.

potato chips?

"I only have the original flavor."

Seeing that he didn't pick it up, Fenrir thought that Lu Mingfei didn't like the taste, so he said a little embarrassedly.

"Okay, okay, they don't like potato chips."

Xia Mi covered his forehead and said.

"How is that possible? Potato chips are the most delicious thing in the world!"

Fenrir's eyes widened, feeling that his entire worldview had collapsed.

Lu Mingfei ignored their interaction, but looked at the space around Fenrir.

An 18-inch old TV, sorted into piles of bottle caps, cigarette paper shells, compasses, colorful wrapping paper, etc., these are obviously carefully collected by this dragon.

There is no mysterious alchemy circle or powerful alchemy items. This dragon king built this alchemy maze and lives in it, like a child huddled in his bedroom.

The results of psychological profiling show that these two aliens are indeed far less dangerous than their counterparts.

but

Lu Mingfei thought of the young man riding a bicycle on the plateau, and the look of regret and relief in his eyes at the end.

"Have a fight."

he said.

"What?"

Xia Mi asked.

"In the last fight, you can use all the spirit spirits that can strengthen your physique."

Lu Mingfei said.

"Hey, didn't you swear to ensure our safety? Do you want to default on your debt?"

She said dissatisfiedly, and Fenrir's eyes became wary.

"I won't beat you to death."

Lu Mingfei said seriously.

"Then why do you have to fight me? Well, for those two dragons?"

Xia Mi thought of the fight on the plateau.

"good."

He nodded.

"You really have a double standard. Just hit me. You really think I'm afraid of you. Fenrir, give me some blood."

Xia Mi’s words and deeds highlight the importance of stability within the skin.

"Sister, it hurts."

Fenrir narrowed his eyes nervously and said aggrievedly.

"Hurry up, I'll buy you three bottles of Coke later."

she urged.

Under the temptation of happy water, Fenrir still stretched out his paw and lightly scratched the other paw.

A few drops of lava-like blood fell into Xia Mi's palm, and she drank it.

"Wait until I add the BUFF before fighting. Don't make a sneak attack."

Each beneficial word spirit blessed her body, until the scales on her body exuded a color like tungsten steel.

"Huh, can I be so strong?"

Feeling the power constantly pouring out of his body, Xia Mi sighed.

For enemies below the next generation, she can use her offensive word spirit to trick them.

For enemies of the second generation and above, the opponent would not give her the opportunity to bless so many word spirits.

So Xia Mi felt for the first time that stacking BUFF was really the answer to the version.

"Ok?"

Lu Mingfei asked.

"That's it."

Xia Mi raised his hands after speaking the first word, and the bronze rock sickle blocked the Dragon-Slaying Sword pressing down from the top of Mount Tai.

Good weight

She has strengthened her power to such an extent, why is this guy's sword still so heavy?

Xia Mi concentrated on trying to find the "eye" on Lu Mingfei.

This is her unique authority. As long as she finds the "eye" of an object, she can cause maximum damage with the minimum force.

"found it."

She felt happy and was about to fight back when a strong gust of wind hit her crotch from bottom to top.

Xia Mi was startled and quickly jumped back to avoid the thrust.

Before she could scold Lu Mingfei for being shameless, a handful of gravel was thrown at her face again.

Lifting the vaginal legs and spreading lime are the fighting skills Lu Mingfei learned from the latter during his training in the past few days.

Now it seems that these little tricks are quite useful.

Xia Mi stretched out his hand and swiped it in front of his eyes, knocking all the gravel away.

She didn't use her scythe to block it because she knew there would be an attack from behind.

Sure enough, the Dragon-Slaying Sword followed closely, with its shining tip pointed directly at Xia Mi's eyes.

She sneered in her heart, don't really think of the Dragon King as a warrior, fighting is engraved in the dragon's genes.

The death sickle hooked the blade of the dragon-slaying sword, and Xia Mi planned to lock Lu Mingfei's weapon and force him to wrestle with him.

After all, he has a human body, and she doesn't believe that the other party can beat her own strength after drinking the blood of the Dragon King and being strengthened by the spirit of speech.
To be continued...