This Huanglong is a bit stable

Chapter 175
I want to be known as the ancestor.

It is necessary to become famous as early as possible. In theory, the ancestors of a faction, the ancestors of the mountain, must be people in the past tense. Only when they are placed in the prehistoric times can they be understood as living ancestors.

The ancestor who died will only be forgotten.

Duobao heard the words.

Smile sadly.Others laughed at him for being too crazy, and he laughed at others for not being able to see through. As the first disciple of the Interceptor, he was also under pressure, at least in terms of strength, he had to suppress his senior brothers.

A weak chicken.

After teaching tens of thousands of brothers and sisters, they will not be convinced.

Even if he is willing to subdue on the surface, but he is unwilling in his heart, it will plant the root of disaster, not to mention that the Dao of Duobao's practice is also very domineering, and can become one pointing at the sky and one pointing at the ground.

In heaven and earth, I am the only Tathagata Buddha.

How can it be ordinary people.

"Life is so much, so why not get drunk." In the rigid shell, one day he will feel tired. As the head of the four direct disciples of Jiejiao, Duobao has always been cautious.

Develop in the dark.

With lofty aspirations, he has always had a dream, which is to prove his ability, not inferior to Guang Chengzi, to stand shoulder to shoulder with Master Xuandu, and to stand up for his master.

Let the disciples of teaching.

See clearly one by one, I teach my disciples from generation to generation, and they are not weaker than others.

Take a good look at this group of people whose eyes are higher than the top. Of course, Huanglong is not included here. Among the twelve immortals of Yuxu, only Huanglong was born in the dragon clan, and he can be regarded as a kind of creature with hair and horns.

This is the Ou whom Yuanshi despises the most.

Duobao was somewhat drunk.

The eyes are slightly narrowed, bringing the confusion and anxiety that were not possible in the past.

Strong and intense.

In other words, this is Huanglong's cave, but whenever he walks out of that door, he may shoot arrows with a bow and hang rocs on the barbecue grill.Make it into Dapeng Banquet.

"Fire spirit." In Duobao's mind, a beautiful figure suddenly appeared, it was the apprentice he had just accepted, and the fiery red skirt was transformed by the fire spirit.

A rare talent.

Originally, he wanted to forget the messy thoughts in his mind, but when he saw the familiar faces in his mind, Duobao chose to continue to indulge in them.

Our Lady of the Golden Spirit, Our Lady of the Turtle Spirit, Mistress Sanxiao, Zhao Gongming
There are countless.

It is not only the relationship between fellow daoists, but also the order of competition. There are too many disciples who are intercepted, and he can't count most of them by name.

He has this obligation to help them get on the right path.

"Good wine."

"Wine is a magic panacea, if you don't get drunk, everyone will get drunk."

Not only him, there are also Huanglong's disciples behind the cave, as well as some Taoist friends who have stopped teaching, friends of three or five, sitting together, drunk for a long time, and drunk for 30 days.

When Huang Long's mind exploded, he walked to the river, washed his head, and saw a few people lying scattered on the ground, they were Duobao's seniors, although Huang Long had seen them before.

But for a while, I couldn't remember their names, at most they were just passers-by.

Huang Long didn't care either, he made a tactic with his fingers, and a gust of wind blew up, turning it into a small tornado, crushing all the broken limbs on the ground, as well as the skeleton of Roc's chicken wings.

buried under the earth.

This is also the best Tujia fertilizer. Except for the big roc bird, which is a fierce beast, it has no right to speak. Huang Long glanced at it slightly, and found that the roc's wings had grown out.

"It can be recycled."

Huanglong's hoarse voice was like a demon screaming on the ground, which made Dapeng feel that his future life was very bleak, and said tremblingly: "You are a high-minded disciple, a saint, why do you do things like a demon? , are more terrifying than us beasts."

"Dapeng chicken wings, you also ate some."

Huang Long patted his dizzy head, and joked: "No, you ate the most among us, and you ate your own wings. I don't know what Dapeng thinks."

The roc was a little hoarse, with loose wings all over its body, showing a dissatisfied expression: "Those are my wings, how could they be eaten by you for nothing."

"Humph."

"I will still eat it in the future. But can I ask you to eat another bird? You must know that besides our Dapeng clan, there are many gods in the bird lineage in the prehistoric wilderness."

"Ancestor Crane."

"Peacock girl."

"The Patriarch of the White Oran."

"There are countless birds and beasts, why did you choose my Dapeng lineage alone." The Dapeng bird neighed bursts.

Huanglong covered his ears, showing an impatient expression: "They are fairy beasts, either they are boys in Kunlun Mountains, or they are river gods by the river. Excuse me, you are a fierce beast, what is your motive for asking us to create Let's kill evil."

Those who kill karma-ridden people will be rewarded by heaven.

Kind people?

It will only damage your own merit and luck.

Therefore, Huanglong is confident that before long, the barbecue festival he created will completely resound throughout the prehistoric world, and by the way, it will also cause a wave of killing beasts, and it is not just Dapeng.

There are still many types of beasts.

The source is endless.

"I can talk too."

Dapeng really couldn't bear Huang Long's gaze, and at the same time felt a little bit of dissatisfaction with his ancestor, how could he not get a spot for a fairy beast, even if he was standing in line.

It should also stand on the side of most people.

Or join the saint's big family instead of letting his descendants become a family of beasts. The chicken wings just now know how to eat, if it is promoted.

His Dapeng life was a bit difficult.

It is to make meat Dapeng all the time.

Or be the Dapeng who has always dreamed of eating chicken wings of other races. Don't think about it, he also knows how to choose.

Hastily walked to Huanglong Dui, with a flattering tone, knelt on the ground and said: "Huanglong, I want to be your mount. Believe it or not, I know Baihe boy is your mount, but his cultivation level is low, the key is Still slow."

"I'm different. The space magic power is contained in the wings of the roc. If it can be developed to the extreme, it will surely be able to travel millions of miles a day. This is the limit that our family can reach except for saints."

Roc continues to increase the size.

Huang Long stroked his chin and stared at Dapeng. This little guy was very clever, and he was telling the truth. He took Baihe Boy as his disciple, how could he be using it as a mount.

Then he will not have a mount in the future, and he will go out. This is a must-have card for a big boss. The Jiulong Chenxiang Chariot was given to Yuanshi Tianzun by Huanglong, and he did not fool him into his hand.

Are you still living in Kunlun Mountain?

This is Jiang Ziya's mount in the future, he is still waiting, but before again, if Dapeng can be used to travel, it is also a good choice.

"Let's see your performance."

Huanglong looked at Dapeng with a dark belly, he usually served as a mount, and chopped chicken wings in his spare time.

Kill two birds with one stone.

(End of this chapter)