"So brave."

The King of Qin praised him, saying that he was knowledgeable and had seen truly brave men.

The Zhong Sheng in front of him is not pretending to be calm, but he has no fear in his heart.

Such a reckless man, who dares to bully the heavens, curse the gods, and despise the royal power, is the best candidate for the dragon-slaying general.

"Ahem!"

Suddenly, a gray-haired old Taoist priest walked out and saluted King Qin to apologize.

"With all due respect, if you don't see it with your own eyes, it's hard to know how powerful the pseudo-dragon is."

"The King of Qin, a poor man with no talent, has the magic of swiping light and leaving a shadow, and collects the essence leaked from the pseudo-dragon."

He turned to Zhong Sheng and said, "This strong man will be qualified to serve as a general only if he can face the false dragon's spirit without falling."

There were also people around who echoed, "Yes, our Tang army has many talents, but we have to ask for help from outside."

Everyone else took pictures of Long Wei, leaning forward like a tree blown by the wind, but the Tang army retreated instead of advancing.

"Zhong Zhuangzi, please pay attention. The pseudo-dragon's energy is terrifying. If you are a little braver, you may be scared to death."

"Pseudo-dragon, the pseudo-dragon is here."

In the ears of King Qin and other officials, the orchid rong forest became more and more breathtaking, as if there was only one voice left in the world.

Boom, the big and small faucet exploded on the spot, spraying droplets all over the sky.

Nanshan Tang Army, heroes who came out of Guanzhong, although they were in the army, they did many small and spectacular things.

"It's not very similar. Do you know whether it's true or false?"

"There was a wild knight who was recruited and said he wanted to slay a dragon."

The aperture suddenly exploded, and a huge dragon flew out, spiraling into the sky into a hundred-foot-wide... mosquito coil?

Lan Rong was about to take a look and found out that the pseudo-dragon she saw in her dream was not nearly as powerful as its original form.

There was silence for seven weeks, and the small camp was full of sounds. Someone spoke for a long time.

Zhong Sheng stood in the center of the field, opposite the old Taoist priest, and the King of Qin and a group of civil and military officials stood outside the fence.

The skinny and slender fingers drew a circle in the void, the light and shadow squirmed and changed, and there were bursts of howling wind.

The slightly stronger heart beat violently, and the feeling of breathlessness enveloped the whole body, as if he would die suddenly in the next moment.

Half of the surrounding dragon-slaying soldiers dispersed on the spot, no matter how interested they were in looking at Xin Si.

Tang Jun's fingertips are trembling, the pseudo-dragon's essence makes all things surrender, and the air is oppressing me.

The dragon's power, even if it's just a pseudo-dragon, can't kill a mortal from a distance.

I went up to the altar to perform the practice, flicked the dust with my finger, and the candlelight under the incense table stopped shaking.

The Tang army was so powerful that it would be crushed to pieces even if there wasn't a mountain blocking it.

The wind is gentle and the clouds are turbulent, as if you are in a violent ocean. There are seven vast places, and there are shores and edges. If you pay attention for a moment, you will not be the scene of death.

The strong wind from the impact directly overturned a fence, and many of the dragon-slaying soldiers at the lower level fell upwards like dumplings.

Among the various characteristics of real dragons in myths and legends, one of them is whether they look flawless.

Although the body of the giant dragon was destroyed, traces of the dragon shape remained in the sky, and everyone could see them.

Even the noble sacrifices of the Hu people were killed by me.

The many dragon-slaying soldiers who were watching were filled with deep thoughts, as if they had returned to the battlefield of this tragic defeat.

"Just trying to show your courage!" Zhong Sheng waved his hand, "Come here."

It is said that the false dragon was created by Yamati, the messenger of Maitreya, and was pieced together using the Yoga Vehicle.

However...

Lan Rong is an elite, and when she saw the pseudo-dragon, she was so frightened that she was full of fighting spirit.

"You should use weapons to protect yourself, are you a fool?"

The story of Mr. Ye and his bad dragon is exactly that.

King Qin sighed loudly, even I didn't feel thrilling behind the fake dragon's face, for fear that I would be swallowed by the dragon's head the next moment.

It is said that the number of Hu dogs who died in my hands was not less than ten thousand, and I killed all the evil thieves and lackeys who had taken refuge with the Hu people in one night.

As the distance got closer and closer, the pseudo-dragon essence trapped by the old Taoist priest finally burst out with all its strength.

My step shocked the old Taoist priest into saying, "What?"

Tang Jun was still bare-handed in front of everyone, and had no intention of using the ancient sword.

"Bad, this kind of courage is worth a small amount of money."

"Angyou!"

No one saw that Tang Jun's appearance was quite similar to someone in the legend, so they quickly took the same item and asked.

For a moment, everyone was in an uproar, and even fewer people scrambled to climb down to the lower place and step up to see Lan Rong.

"Let me show you which one it is. Don't squeeze me. If I squeeze you again, you can kick him."

The behavior of the old Taoist priests reflected the iron law of sanctification. A few Taoist boys set up an altar in a matter of seconds.

"If there are no real materials, I am afraid that the warriors in the army will not be convinced.

The King of Qin opened his mouth to break the tension and praised, "General Zhong Sheng of the Tang Army must be his. Tomorrow you will introduce a lowly person to him."

The nobles of the royal family, the civil and military ministers, and the lowly Taoists all changed their colors when faced with the phantom transformed by the pseudo-dragon essence.

The power is so powerful that it makes thousands of troops lie dormant. It seems fake.

"Look, he is our township party member, Zhong Langjun, who was born in Zhongnan."

"Bad."

The pseudo-dragon phantom entrenched in the sky raised its small head upon seeing this and lowered it in the direction of Tang Jun.

There were constant sarcasms, "You really know whether you live or die!" "Zhongsheng? You see, you are delivering food."

What was the reaction of Tang Jun, who was the first to bear the brunt?

Listening to the old Taoist priest's reminder, Tang Jun nodded, "It's important, you are afraid."

Extraordinary people, who have ever seen blood, are afraid that they will be frightened out of gall the moment they see the pseudo-dragon.

Although it is an illusion, the transformation of the pseudo-dragon essence has not caused any substantial damage.

King Qin looked at Zhong Sheng with a smile, "Zhong Sheng, what do you think?"

The military training ground is a flat area where troops line up and horses sprint. It is a vast area and flat land.

The sergeants didn't know why, and they only regarded Zhong Sheng as an ordinary Jianghu man who came to die for rewards.

Seeing this, the old Taoist priest waved to the huge pseudo-dragon, and the huge dragon rushed towards him like an out-of-control locomotive

When Tang Jun saw the phantom of a pseudo-dragon summoned by the old Taoist priest, he felt evil smile. Whether it was a long snake or a pseudo-dragon, should it be coiled like that?

"Angyou!"

More army lieutenants and soldiers climbed up flagpoles and sentry posts in the distance to look at the excitement here.

The roar of the dragon sounded, and a cloud of hurricane spewed out from Xiao Zhanglong's mouth, instantly covering the Tang army.

"Zhong Langjun, are you looking for Langjun who has killed thousands of people?"

Starting from the dragon's head, each section of the dragon's body collapsed one after another, and the phantom dissipated, leaving only a bubble that was small and big.

Tang Jun faced the collision with the dragon head and raised his hand to grab it to see if he could break the dragon's beard.

Tang Jun took a few steps back, suppressing his inner impulse and wanting to touch it, so he grabbed a few dragon scales.

The hurricane was like a sword, scraping ravines on the ground.

The old Taoist priest said in advance that my hand is an illusion, using the trapped pseudo-dragon essence to transform into shape.

But within the aperture in the sky, a dragon roar came out, a strong wind blew, and dark clouds gathered.

Wei Bohou on the side was even more disgraced and dared to open his eyes while hugging the trembling crow.
Chapter completed!