Wearing a bamboo hairpin on his head, a robes on his body, and a black jade belt on his waist, he has a calm temperament.

"This world sky..."

Chisong frowned, feeling that he was in a quagmire, and his strength could be exerted by only 70%.

The thoughts flashed in his mind, and Chisong turned his eyes toward the surroundings.

As a real person of the soul, after scanning his divine thoughts, he already got the information he wanted and understood the words here.

But this information really made him a little... happy.

With his sleeves spread out, Master He couldn't help but floated in front of him.

"Can you recognize this person?"

The misty air appeared in the air and slowly condensed into a lifelike figure.

Chisong pointed at the figure and asked with a trembling voice.

When Master He Jian saw the figure, his pupils shrank, his heart was full of thoughts, but his face remained silent and said, "I have never seen this adult's words."

Chisong looked at Master He and said, "Your 'Thirty-Six Games Sword Qi' was created by me, and the essence is..."

These thirty-six Youguan sword energy were created by his golden elixir in the past. Apart from him, only she knew about it.

Listening to Chi Song telling the Thirty-Six You Guan Jianqi clearly, it is clear, and even the loopholes, the differences between the moving qi are clearly explained, it is not the same as the driving qi method.

"shut up!!"

Master He Jian's face changed immediately and he shouted loudly.

"Who are you? How could you tell me the secret secret of Sword Sect..."

This is also where he was puzzled. The secret legend of the Sword Sect has never been revealed since its creation.

"Could it be..."

Just as a terrifying thought flashed through his mind, Chisong shook his head, held him, and went straight to the sky.

When the people in Lu Village saw that He Jianshi was kidnapped by this strange man who suddenly appeared, they were immediately panicked.

"Village Chief, what should we do?" a middle-aged man stepped forward and asked.

"Report to the academy!"

The old man in the feather robe narrowed his eyes and said, "I just hope, it's still time."

...

The world of the sky.

Thousands of miles away from Xuanlian Peak, there is a peak of thousands of feet high.

The mountains are steep and the peaks are beautiful.

The gurgling stream gathers into surging rivers among the winding mountain streams, and flows strangely towards the top of the peak.

A young man in a starry robe held a clay pot in his hands, walked over the stone steps step by step and walked towards the top of the peak.

The peak seemed to be flattened by something, and there was only one jade pond.

And in the jade pond, a giant object could be seen faintly, with its body undulating, as if breathing slightly, and it seemed to be very harmful.

But he knew that this was a dragon and a living dragon that the master surrendered.

The young man dared not approach, so he put down the clay pot from afar, and hurriedly retreated.

Stepping on the stone steps, he couldn't help but pat his chest, looking glad.

Although he knew that there was a ban given by the master here and could not hurt him, the dragon's aura was so great, let alone a dragon that was the same as Hedao Daojun. Even if it was banned, it leaked a trace of qi. For this little monk, it was imaginable that the oppression was so great.

Just now, even if he just got closer, he was frightened.

Thinking that he would come to deliver food every other month from now on, he couldn't help but sigh.

At this moment, in the jade pond, the giant thing hidden in the pond slowly thrust, revealing a dragon's head, and just sucked it gently.

The clay pot flew over from the edge, turned backwards, and pills the size of longans fell out.

The pair of dragon eyes looked at the pills, with humiliation, resentment, struggle... all kinds of things, and finally, they opened their mouths.

Then, a chewing sound rang out.

A few days later.

A mysterious energy penetrated from the sky. When the light of the energy dissipated, Zhou Fan was already standing by the jade pond.

And beside him, Zhang Chukun and others had already been waiting here.

At this moment, he quickly came up and said, "Disciple, please pay homage to the teacher."

Zhou Fan nodded and asked, "How was the Five-Stand Dragon Pool built?"

Zhang Chukun replied: "According to the teacher's plan, all the plans have been completed."

Zhou Fan nodded and then looked at Yuchi.

As if he felt his gaze, a dragon's head was revealed from the bottom of the pond.

Zhou Fan focused his eyes on his body. The dragon nature was originally lustful. In addition to the innate true dragon, the Dragon Clan of the East China Sea also has many dragon sons and grandchildren.

There are many people with pure bloodlines who can have the shape of a real dragon.

Although he does not have the magical power of the true dragon, he is extremely powerful.

Originally, he was bound to die, but when he saw this dragon, Zhou Fan thought of the East China Sea dragon carp in Yujing Mountain.

Although it was still early before they turned into a dragon, that day would come eventually.

However, since the East China Sea dragon carp, there has never been a person who can successfully transform into a dragon.

Those who can have the true spirit type must at least have the thick blood of the true dragon.

If the blood of the real dragon is fed to the East China Sea dragon carp, it may increase the success rate of transforming dragons.

Therefore, a dragon of the level of Daodaojun was raised by Zhou Fan as a pig.

Feed pills regularly and bleed regularly.

This jade pond and every stream above this mountain is the fruit of labor during this period, all composed of the blood of the real dragon.

It was just that Zhou Fan used the prohibition method to block it, so he did not show any strange phenomena.

"Zhou Fan, a soldier can be killed but not humiliated!"

Looking at Zhou Fan, a pair of long eyes seemed to be burning.

Who is he? Among the acquired real dragons, there are a few masters, Ao Jun.

Now being raised as a pig is a great shame.

"What do you think of insulting you?"

Zhou Fan's eyes were deep and he spoke lightly.

"Even if I die, you can't think of it!"

Ao Jun's long eyes were scarlet and seemed to be about to drip blood.

Roar ~~~

He Yangtian let out an unwilling roar, stirring up the storm and clouds.

"Futile struggle."

Zhou Fan was not moved at all about Ao Jun's reaction.

The fashion of the Supreme People is not his enemy. Now that he is under ban, what other storm is going to cause?

With a calm expression, Zhou Fanyun waved his sleeves.

Suddenly, the fine seal script appeared in the void and suddenly condensed into nine chains.

There are sun, moon, stars, and fireworks on the chain.

At the same time, a flood furnace was steeply above Ao Jun's head.

Nine chains are linked together on the furnace, and the other end is sank into the void, as if they are connected to the heaven and earth.

Suddenly, the wind silenced and the clouds stopped.

Zhou Fan pinched a magic seal, and his face was calm and he inserted the runes into the oven, and then he sank into Ao Jun's dragon body.

Rumble!!

There was a thundercloud in the sky in an instant, and countless thunders burst into pieces.

Thunder struck the furnace one after another.

Roar ~~~

The roar of despair and resentment gradually faded away as the thunder continued to slash.

The jade pond was already churning, as if it was boiling water steamed under real fire.
To be continued...