Chapter 122 Hidden Dragon South Dragon King

The sudden sound made 6 Tianlong and others stare at each other involuntarily.

They had heard this sound, and it had appeared before!

That was when 6 Tianlong, a few days ago, mobilized Wen Tianhao and others in the training base in Haiyang, and prepared to come to the Will Country to deal with the Conqueror.

At that time, the evil barbarian emperor appeared, and the terrifying pressure shocked 6 Tianlong and others.

But then the master of this voice appeared and shook off the evil emperor of the barbarians.

The terrifying barbarian evil emperor at that time called the owner of this voice Lao Long. At that time, everyone also speculated that he should be one of the four dragon kings of Hidden Dragon!

"This, what the hell is going on?"

Douluo, who was standing in the center of the field, also widened his eyes.

The pressure from the sky came, making him feel a mountain pressing on his body, his heart was shocked, his body trembled, and he felt like he couldn't help but kneel on his knees.

Looking at the subordinates behind him, some of the weaker people could not even resist this terrifying aura. Several of them were already limping on the ground, and everyone's eyes were filled with fear.

On the other hand, not only the Zhanlong people, but also the hidden dragon inheritors of Song Gang and Qin Yan and others, and even Meisu and Laimi next to them, were almost not affected at all.

Feeling the pressure, but there is no harm.

"Who? Get out of here if you have the ability!"

Douluo gritted his teeth and used all his strength to straighten his back. He sprayed endless anger in his eyes and roared at the surroundings!

"I don't have any skills? In your eyes, aren't we all the Yinlong people all useless?" The voice sounded again, full of teasing.

Then, a figure appeared in the distance and came towards this side.

The distance was far away and I couldn't see the man's face clearly, but I could only vaguely see him walking in the garden with his hands on his back.

The rugged mountain roads around him seem to have no effect on him, giving people a feeling of walking on flat ground.

He looked calm step by step, but the speed was surprisingly fast. When he saw it again, he had already arrived at everyone.

With a faint smile on his face, his eyes scanned the audience.

Judging from the appearance, this is a middle-aged man in his forties, ordinary, and there is nothing particularly attractive in appearance.

He is of medium figure, wearing a light yellow cloth shirt, with a smile on his face and a hint of humor in his kindness.

"Is this one of the four dragon kings of Hidden Dragon?"

Wen Tianhao and others all widened their eyes, looking at the man in front of them without blinking.

They had originally guessed what the four dragon kings of Hidden Dragon would look like, and they must be majestic and extraordinary.

But no one expected that it would be so...ordinary.

Yes, ordinary, even if he walks on the street, no one will notice it particularly. It is simply no different from the ordinary middle-aged people in the world.

"You are..." When this person appeared, Douluo couldn't help but stare at him in disbelief.

"Hello, Yinlongnan Dragon King."

When Douluo was shocked, Meisu next to him had already spoken, with a hint of respect in his tone, revealing the identity of this middle-aged man in one sentence.

Just like the previous guesses of 6 Tianlong and others, this person is one of the four dragon kings of Hidden Dragon, the Southern Dragon King!

"Haha, I didn't expect that someone else knew me here?" Nan Longwang looked at Meisu with curious expression.

"So you are the Hidden Dragon South Dragon King?"

Douluo also looked like he suddenly realized his mind. With his eyebrows raised, the terrifying energy blew out of his body again, which actually diluted the sky pressure just now.

"Don't be so rude to our Hidden Dragon King?"

Qin Yan, Song Gang and others next to him were furious and scolded each other in unison. This was the Yinlong South Dragon King, a peak powerhouse in Yinlong, so how could outsiders insult him!

Although they had never seen the Hidden Dragon South Dragon King before, judging from the aura that came from him, I was sure of it.

"So what about the Dragon King of Yinlong South? I am Douluo, the leader of the Dou Zhan clan, and I am the same as you!"

Douluo snorted coldly, and when he said this, he looked at Meisu, as if he was dissatisfied with her respect for the Yinlongnan Dragon King.

Yinlong is an ancient clan, and the Meizu and the Dou Zhan clan are also ancient clans. In this sense, their identities are indeed similar.

"Yes, you are the patriarch of the ancient clan, but look at the things you did just now?"

"They are just some juniors. You seem to be quite satisfied with the fight. Isn't it a bit too much?"

The Dragon King of Yinlong didn't seem to care about his attitude and said with a faint smile.

"Hmph, it's because they are ungrateful. I have given them many opportunities. It's because they are just humiliating themselves!"

Douluo snorted coldly, and what he said was that he had asked 6 Tianlong to admit that he was a waste.

"Oh, then do you think you did it right?" The Dragon King of Yinlongnan still asked with a smile.

"Of course, I, Douluo, have such a temper!" Douluo attacked toughly.

Perhaps it was because of the battle with 6 Tianlong and others just now that I felt that the power of Hidden Dragon inheritance was just like this, so even if I face the Hidden Dragon South Dragon King, the fighting clan still had the hot temper.

"Oh." The Yinlong South Dragon King seemed to have nothing to say.

But at this moment, he suddenly flashed, turned around behind Douluo, and rushed directly into the crowd of the Dou Zhan clan.

He didn't see any action, a guy from the fighting clan had already grabbed the collar of his collar.

"Tell me, are you a waste?" The King of Nanlong looked at this guy with a smile.

"Bastard, you are..."

"Bang!"

The guy was furious and was about to scold him when the Southern Dragon King took action. He punched out a dull but extremely fast, hitting him directly on the chest.

The guy screamed and fell more than ten meters away. When he was in the air, there were bursts of crackling sounds on his body. When he landed on the ground, the blood sprayed out had dyed the clothes in front of him red!

The Fighting Clan has a magical system and can recover quickly after suffering severe damage.

But what is terrifying is that the guy who was knocked away by a punch seemed unable to recover and vomited blood from his mouth and could never get up again.

"King Nanlong, you deserve to die!" Douluo was furious and instantly widened his eyes and scolded him angrily.

However, the Southern Dragon King seemed to have not heard his voice at all. He reached out and grabbed another guy, and he grabbed him.

"Tell me, are you a waste?"

"No, you..."

"Bang!"

The guy only said a few words, and was punched by the Southern Dragon King.

This guy fell out and vomited blood like the accomplice just now, and was so weird that he could not use his body to recover his body's effect.

"Damn it!"

Douluo was furious, his body shook, his powerful ability exploded, and he suddenly rushed towards the direction of the Southern Dragon King.

But the Dragon King of Nan didn't even look at him. He changed his angle strangely, avoided his pursuit, and entered the crowd and reached out to grab another person.

"Tell me, are you a waste?"

Same problem, same result.

Under the stunned gaze of 6 Tianlong and others, one guy from the fighting clan after another was blown away.

Each one had no power to resist, and was blown away with blood, and all of them were so terrifying that they could not recover.

As if he had entered a state of no one, he kept hitting more than a dozen people. The Southern Dragon King finally stopped, with his hands behind his back, and his shoulders swayed, like a flexible dragon, returning to the central position.

Douluo behind him was almost crazy. He had been trying his best to pursue the Southern Dragon King, trying to stop him from hurting his men.

But every time, he was easily avoided by the Southern Dragon King and then knocked his men away.

"You damn old dragon, I..."

Douluo was almost collapsed in anger. His eyes were red, and he suddenly raised his fist and slammed his chest twice.

"Puff, puff!"

Two mouthfuls of blood were spewed out, and the energy surging around him could be described as horror.

This should be the strongest combat power Douluo can now stimulate.

Compared to just now, his strength has been improved several times. If he had used this strength to fight against 6 Tianlong and others just now, almost no one could have taken two moves under him.

Of course, this method of forcibly stimulating energy in the body is too dangerous. For example, after this time, Douluo will probably take a long time to recover.

But now he didn't care about so much. In front of him, the Southern Dragon King severely damaged more than a dozen of his subordinates. This was the biggest insult to him!

"Go to die!"

Douluo roared, several times faster than before. With an angry man, he rushed towards the Southern Dragon King again, and punched him out without hesitation.

This is the highest level of the ancient tribe in fighting, and the fierce aura shocked the 6 Tianlong and others next to him.

The fist seemed to be covered with a layer of light, making people feel that this punch could break a mountain!
To be continued...