Dragon Tamer Chapter 172: Call the magic
Huo Shangjun finally handed the brocade box he had obtained to Qin Yang with hatred.
Qin Yang found that Huo Shangjun had put all the spiritual resources together. When he opened the brocade box, his eyes lit up when he saw the treasure inside.
Looking at this picture of Qin Yang, you know that Huo Shangjun really has many treasures in his hands.
Seems to be self-reliant on his superior strength. He didn't bother to light a beacon, and handed these things to the referee in advance. This was great, and Zhu Minglang took them all!
The last few words of Huo Shangjun, Zhu Minglang naturally heard them.
But he disagrees with Huo Shangjun's opinion.
In fact, the most difficult thing to overcome is the problem of spiritual resources.
After this battle, he gained a lot of spiritual resources, not to mention Xiaobai still has the ability of reincarnation butterfly transformation, even if he does not, he can rely on money to smash all his three dragons to the strength of the king!
At that time, you don't need the sword spirit dragon to take action, you don't need to do it yourself, you can easily defeat this group of disciples! !
"He is not angry enough, the monk over there, you have been watching for so long, do you really want to see this demon scrape away all of us spiritual resources?" Zhao Chen opened his mouth to the edge. A young man in monk clothes said.
The young man in monk clothes has no intention of making a move since he climbed the tomb mountain.
He just watched quietly from the side.
Although the Sky Screen Sword also affected him.
But he doesn't seem to be affected much.
As a son of the royal family, Zhao Chen naturally knew that this monk was a strong man from the mighty Wu Zonglin. He was also the chief disciple of one of the four great sects, Yang Hua, whose strength was unfathomable.
If he had joined the siege from the beginning, Zhu Minglang would naturally not be able to gain an advantage.
"Seng Xiaoseng persuades this benefactor?" said Yang Hua, a mighty Wuzong.
"Don't you see what kind of person he is, so you can do it directly, what can I persuade?" Zhao Chen said a little angrily.
Yanghua walked towards Zhu Minglang and saw that Zhu Minglang was adjusting his breath, but he didn't rush to shoot.
In fact, Zhao Chen, He Qingqian, Fu Xumei, and Ye Guang have not yet eased from the powerful pressure of the Sky Screen Sword. At this moment, they can only stand still and relax their breathing as much as possible.
It's Pu Hanrong, this person is a bit weird. He is a dragon herder, but he hasn't summoned his dragon beast for a long time.
I don't know what is waiting.
"Why, do you still want a little girl to lead the battle?" At this time, He Qingqian said ironically.
"I still need some time." Pu Hanrong said.
"Does your dragon beast still have a lunch break?" He Qingqian asked.
Pu Hanrong stopped answering, but instead looked at the place beyond the tomb of the Ninth Army, as if waiting for something.
At this time, Yang Hua, the monk of the mighty Wuzong, had already moved towards Zhu Minglang.
Zhu Minglang can feel that this monk Wu Zonglin should have the highest cultivation base among the few, and he is a powerful lower-ranking monarch.
"I wish the donor, don't do everything too absolute, why don't we stop here, let's get the brocade box separately?" Yang Hua said.
"Monk, why didn't you come up and ask me just now, but I saw that I had been fighting with other people for a long time, and I only said this when my breath was weak. I didn't expect a monk to be so cunning." Zhu Minglang was disdainful. Tao.
Wen Mengru and Huo Shangjun, although both of them were defeated, they also fought head-on.
On the other hand, this Wuzong monk and Pu Hanrong deliberately waited until Zhu Minglang's strong swords were over before they came forward.
What kind of peacemaker should a hypocritical person pretend to be?
"I wish the donor's strength is worthy of recognition, but you should change your temperament and temper. There is a heaven outside, do you really think that you are invincible!" said Wu Zong monk Yang Hua.
"Monk, don't try to test my fictitiousness. Be bolder, come forward and fight with me directly, and come up with the courage that a mighty Wu Zonglin should have. Don't be meaninglessly careful like a weasel." Zhu Ming Lang said with a smile.
The monk Yanghua remained silent, but a resentment surged in his heart, and he was said to be in his heart.
"I just want to simplify things. After all, if everyone can get the brocade box they want, why bother to fight again, but since I wish the donor so stubborn and aggressive, the little monk has no choice but to It's a shot." Yang Hua continued.
He Qingqian snorted coldly.
This monk is clearly taking advantage of the danger, and he has to speak so boldly and hypocritically.
It's nothing more than waiting for strong men like Wen Mengru and Huo Shangjun to lay the knife before he goes up again.
Disgusted to disgust, He Qingqian didn't want the brocade box to be monopolized by Zhu Minglang alone. She pinched a few fire symbols again, staring at Zhu Minglang, planning to find a good opportunity to throw it towards Zhu Minglang.
"Come! Hmph, Zhu Minglang, I want to see how you resist!" At this time, Pu Hanrong had a smile on his face, and he looked at Zhu Minglang.
He Qingqian was a little confused. He looked at the broken tomb hill of the Ninth Army, but saw that a large cloud of thick blue-black fog was drifting towards here quickly.
The dense fog is getting closer and closer, and He Qingqian can finally see the creatures in the dense fog, which turned out to be huge bees one after another! !
There are so many bees that when they fly in the air, they hide like dark clouds.
It didn't take long before the army of bee monsters arrived at the tomb mountain, and their dark eyes stared at Zhu Minglang.
Zhu Minglang raised his head and looked at these controlled bee demon army, but he was a little surprised. No wonder Pu Hanrong hadn't taken any action before. It turns out that he was calling these wild monsters!
He seems to be proficient in this kind of invoking art~IndoMTL.com~The bee demon banyan demon in the bee demon lair near the banyan tree all gathered here, they hovered, forming a storm composed entirely of bee demon, Shrouded on the tomb hill...
"It's just right, Dandelion, let's take a shot together and win!" said Yang Hua, a mighty Wu Zong.
The bees are densely packed, flapping their wings around Zhu Minglang, just the noisy sound makes a headache, not to mention that these bees are carrying poisonous stingers, I am afraid that a dragon can not bear them. Such group stings.
Zhu Minglang swung a sword, Jian Qi Qihong swept these bee demon groups, and saw hundreds of bee demon heads in different places, falling from the air.
The death bee is just a small part of the whole army of bee bees.
Several piercing swords in a row, even though hundreds of bees died, the ficus bees did not decrease.
As Zhu Minglang was about to use more powerful swordsmanship, the despicable monk had already attacked.
Yanghua's fists and feet were filled with a thick brown gas, which made every punch he threw like a mountain torrent, raging and violent.