I am Huanglong, the favorite of the Honghuang group

Chapter 219 Rounding up, we are all one family!

"Next!"

A mighty cry sounded.

After fierce battles, Huang Long showed a rare passion. The loose Taoist robes had already been dismantled during the battle, exposing his muscular upper body. He was dripping with sweat, but he was indescribably happy.

Jumang Quotations: Body training and fighting are the true male immortals!
Huang Long doesn't fully agree, because apart from being poor at the beginning, he could only train himself. Later, he joined Yuanshi Tianzun's sect and had many spiritual treasures. His development direction is to wave his sleeves lightly, never Inside and outside, thousands of enemies were wiped out.

This kind of close hand-to-hand combat looks very passionate, but it is obviously not elegant.

And it's dangerous.

If it wasn't for the fact that this method is the most convincing to the Pangu tribe, he would have used magic weapons, the central Wuji Banner defense, and Kongtong Yin as the main attack, which would definitely make these guys feel what it means to reduce dimensionality.

However, despite saying so.

But you also have to say that this melee combat is indeed more enjoyable.

And Huanglong has this capital.

Yinglong's body, this innate root and foot, is no worse than that of the Pangu clan, and the subsequent three drops of blood essence have sublimated even more.

This is not counting the flat peaches and yellow plums eaten in West Kunlun.

Therefore, when it comes to physical combat, there are really not many among Daluo who can beat Huanglong.

With supernatural powers, he fought head-on with the opposite demon god, punched him back, and knocked him to the ground, like a meteorite falling, fell heavily, and smashed a deep pit tens of thousands of miles wide on the ground.

Then he stared intently at a group of Zhu Rong's descendants, and behind him seemed to be a phantom of the Pan Gu God.

Prince Changqin looked around and found that Daluo in Chongshan was the only one left.

And Huanglong has won five big Luos in a row, and it seems that he still has more strength.

In the physical body of the Da Luo realm, Prince Changqin was seldom convinced, but even though he hadn't made a move yet, he was already convinced, looked at Huang Long and said, "I don't care about the two thieves, Qingxu and Daoxing, but this battle won't matter. Defeated, the enmity between you and my Fireline will be wiped out, and I wish Rongyiline also apologize to Fellow Daoist Burning Lamp."

The rest of Zhu Rong's lineage heard the words, and their faces were the same. Looking at Huang Long's face, they were mostly convinced, he was a man.

"Okay, come on." Huang Long's gaze was threatening, like a ferocious beast.

"No, you're a man, and I won't take advantage of you. I'll just wait for you to build up your strength." Prince Changqin said. Before seeing Huang Long was upset, he just wanted to beat him up, but now he thinks Huang Long can be a friend. I don't want to take advantage of it.

And this advantage may not be taken advantage of, losing left and right, losing to Huanglong with full strength is better than losing to Huanglong who is half disabled.

"Okay, Prince Changqin's kind intentions, poor Taoism." Huang Long did not refuse, even so, he could win.

But Prince Changqin's thoughts, he also guessed one or two, naturally cooperated, sat down cross-legged, absorbed the spiritual energy of the four directions, and the poisonous fire and turbid energy of the mountain was turned into a torrent, the momentum was domineering, but entering When he entered his body, he was docile, as if he had suddenly changed from a big bad wolf to a little white rabbit.

Seeing that Zhu Rong's lineage was secretly amazed, the earth was turbid and overbearing, except for their clan, there were very few monks in the world who could bear it, and the poisonous fire in Chongshan was even more overbearing, even the Pangu clan, except for them Zhu Rong Outside of the veins, very little can be absorbed, but Huanglong's absorption efficiency is higher than all of them.

No wonder he pretended to be from the same clan in Xiaoqian world, but Houyi and the others didn't realize that he was more like Pangu clan than us.

Not long after, Huang Long returned to normal, stood up again, and raised his hands to the prince Changqin: "Please!"

Prince Changqin looked serious, and with a wave of his palm, an antique guqin appeared in front of him. It was made of innate sycamore wood, which was integrated and elegant, and there were a few red clouds on the body of the piano, which looked elegant.

Huanglong secretly noticed that the Pangu clan is not good at refining weapons, this long piano is a bit too delicate, and with these floating clouds, the forger can be imagined.

However, these are all things for the future, Huang Long didn't think so much, so he did it directly.

With one punch, Qi and blood surged like a vast ocean, vigorous and continuous.

The prince Changqin did not fight, but played the sound of the piano. Suddenly, the sky was full of fire, the sound of the piano was played, and the rhythm of heaven and earth was in harmony.

Ordinary monks cultivate Taoism and enlightenment, they are in harmony with the heaven and the earth, and strive to resonate with the heaven and the earth.

However, when it comes to the Pangu clan, it's another matter. They don't need to comprehend any Dao, they are born with Dao, and they will naturally resonate with Dao.

Probably the difference between biological and stepmother.

However, Huanglong is not jealous, because since Nuwa became a saint, Tiandao's affinity for him has not been so high.

Apart from the five preparatory saints, he is the tallest.

Seeing the terrifying avenue of the prince's long piano and fire, he came in shock, devoured it domineeringly, and instantly constructed a world of flames.

Huang Long was not afraid, he still simply struck out with a single palm, breaking through all spells with one force.

Strongly tearing up the flames, he rushed towards the prince Changqin, punched out, the world changed color, and the surrounding flame world suddenly had a sign of collapse.

The complexion of the prince Changqin changed, and he played it quickly, with his ten fingers moving like flying. The sound of the piano is not beautiful, but it is extremely powerful. The Huanglongs came rushing together, each phantom had the power of Da Luo's peak.

With the growth of the Jumang tribe, witchcraft began to spread among the tribes.

Among them are those who are willing to accept, such as the Houtu tribe and the Xuanming tribe, but also those who firmly resist, the Rushou tribe, the Qiangliang tribe, and the Dijiang tribe who do not reject or welcome, and plan to modify.

The Zhu Rong tribe is between the first and second types. Zhu Rong proclaims himself the ancestor witch, but in fact, almost all witchcraft depends on talent. If he is asked to teach others, he will not be able to do it at all. The typical person knows what he does not know why. .The Zhurong tribe is really considered a great witch, and currently there is only one prince, Changqin.

It was also through witchcraft that he became the number one Luo of the Zhurong tribe.

Especially in the vicinity of Chongshan, the combat power he can display is far better than usual.

Even Huanglong was trapped by these flames all of a sudden.

Seeing that the descendants of Zhu Rong behind Prince Changqin applauded.

"The prince is still strong enough."

"That's right, let's just say that the prince is magnanimous and gave Huanglong a chance to adjust his breath, otherwise, the victory and defeat will be decided now."

"What I'm talking about is that our clan is the best at fighting. Especially with the method of the prince, we have all suffered losses before."

"Hey... that's not right. Fellow Daoist Huanglong did a great job. He caught the vital point and smashed this beast. If I knew it back then, maybe I wouldn't have lost to the crown prince."

A descendant of Zhu Rong was about to agree, when suddenly his eyes lit up and he saw Huang Long waving his hands in mid-air. He obviously didn't use supernatural powers, but it seemed that he had countless hands. Killed, although he did not get close to Prince Changqin and turned the tide of the battle, he did not lose the wind.

"This move is perfect. You can still use your body like this and display your supernatural powers." Another descendant of Zhu Rong watched Huang Long's move and exclaimed in amazement.

"It's a wonderful palm. When this palm is struck, the fire path in the surroundings is interrupted, breaking all magic with one force. This is a flaw that can be seen at a glance."

"And this body technique, you are really like a dragon, why can't I do it? If I can be so flexible, I might not have lost to the prince before."

"Good job! Resisting the attack of this fire lion, exchanging injuries for injuries, shortening the distance with the prince, and getting the greatest return with the smallest price."

"More than that, did you find out that although he was burned by the flames, his body was strong and he didn't suffer any injuries. This is our way of physical cultivation. He broke through ten meetings with one force and crushed everything with dignity. Wonderful!"

"The way of the body, killing everything, this is the way to win!"

……

The descendants of Zhu Rong looked at the flames, Huanglong seemed to have turned into a weapon, and every part of his body could burst out terrifying attacks at any time, and the rhythm of each attack was just right. public class?

Although Prince Changqin is one of their own, it is obvious that compared to such an elegant thing as playing the piano, close combat like Huanglong's is more in their hearts.

Everyone was itchy to watch, and couldn't help but comment, and some even began to show expressions of admiration.

That's how fights are supposed to work.

Until a descendant of Zhu Rong heard something wrong and said: "Wait, it is our prince who is fighting Huanglong. Did we pay attention wrong?"

It was only after a group of enthusiastic and impatient big bosses realized that they had praised the wrong person.

But people's body training is good.

The moves are also violent enough, what do we just like to do?
"Huanglong is the great shaman of the branch of wood, brother Jumang and brother Zhurong are indistinguishable from each other, so we can also be considered as the great shaman of the branch of fire, and they all belong to the same family." It was also the most intense dry cough that he said about the battle just now, and then he pretended to be normal and laughed.

"That's right!" The others nodded their heads one after another. That's the reason. In this way, the loss to Huanglong just now was also an internal struggle, not to Kunlun.

Although it's a self-deception, but I have to say that after thinking about it, everyone watched it even more vigorously.

Only Prince Changqin's face is so dark that it can't be any darker. Do you all think I'm deaf and can't hear?

Don't you know how to transmit the sound?Do you have to say it in public, and still praise Huanglong?

After this time, call back one by one.

"Boom~"

While thinking about it, Huang Long punched the World of Explosion and killed Prince Changqin in front of Prince Changqin, but because it was Prince Changqin, he gave face, his fist stopped in front of the bridge of his nose, and the rest of his spiritual power dissipated naturally at the moment of hitting.

(End of this chapter)