Even if we meet, we should not know [new version]

Feng Zhaoming said: "No. Fulong's temperament is arrogant, he is far better than Wanren Spider, so it cannot be compared. The so-called love is to be courteous."

"..."

Qian Qing was stunned, and said: "Master, it's fine if you just say no. What kind of etiquette do you need when you see Fulong?"

Feng Zhaoming shook his head.

The beast crouches over the dragon, longing for freedom, flying in the sky without touching the ground.

Immortal Lord Dongkun is the only monk in Zhengwuzhou who has had close contact with Fulong and has not been eaten.However, even though he is the Immortal Lord of Dongkun, he never thought of taming Fulong.

Who knows what to do and say to tame Fulong?

Feng Zhaoming said seriously: "You figure it out for yourself."

"..."

"Don't be afraid, Fulong retaliates, as a teacher, I will help you."

The moment Immortal Feng Zhaoming picked up the pen, there was a red light, and the aura surged forward.

Qian Qing only felt a pain in her forehead, and she became dizzy immediately.

He put his hands on his forehead, frowning to hold back.

Feng Zhaoming didn't stop, he took a light breath and started to draw.

Yinlong Formation, 'Heaven' Order Formation.

With square edges and corners, the incantations are dense and difficult to control.

It is one thing to paint with one stroke, but another thing to pour spiritual power into it.

Qian Qing had seen Feng Zhaoming's drawing of leading dragons, so she was able to imitate it with one stroke.

However, let him use this array, but he couldn't do it.

This kind of powerful formation is really too difficult to wake up.

Feng Zhaoming's eyebrows were vermilion, boiling as if stained with blood, and the domineering spiritual pressure pressed down the surrounding bamboos, parallel to the ground.

The clouds in the sky can't stop, they stop in the sky, covering the scorching sun above.

Painting arrays should be completed in one go.

Feng Zhaoming moved extremely fast, and the powerful spiritual power seemed to form a substance, surrounding it like quicksilver.

The silver dot between Qian Qing's forehead became brighter and brighter, and the two intersecting chains kept vibrating.

There is a powerful spiritual pressure to force the two silver chains to leave.

When the spiritual pressure reached a certain limit, there was a dragon shadow moving slowly at the silver dot between Qian Qing's forehead.

Qianqing uttered aloud in pain, when she opened her mouth, a dragon chant roared out at the same time.

The two sounds mixed together, the momentum is compelling.

There was a rumbling thunder, and it was dark and dark clouds.

The gust of wind gusts, overwhelming.

In the next moment, a stench came from the open space, and a gigantic dragon appeared on Zhengyang Xianzong and Zhenhui Peak with its teeth and claws.

...Call of Fulong!

Although this dragon is in its infancy, it is as thick as a towering giant tree.The winding dragon body is strong and majestic.

When Qian Qing came back to her senses, what she saw was a mighty silver dragon, opening its dragon pupils the size of a water tank.

The dragon pupils are bloodshot all over, fierce and ferocious.The moment he saw Qianqing, the silver dragon twisted its body viciously and wanted to attack Qianqing.

Fortunately, there were two intertwined chains on Fulong's body at this time, which wrapped him tightly and made him unable to move.

That Fulong wrinkled his nose and struggled hard.It opened its bloody mouth wide, and the saliva dripped down. Fulong opened his mouth and took a sharp breath. The open space was strangely quiet, like the calm before the storm. The next moment, Fulong's throat choked, and he let out a deafening roar.

"Roar--!"

The surrounding air began to vibrate visibly with the naked eye, like ripples in a lake thrown into stones.

Qian Qing didn't have time to cover her ears, the strong fluctuations, like a hurricane, blew his black hair back violently, the skirt of his clothes was tightly pressed to his chest, and his belt swung back, making a rustling sound.

This astonishing roar lasted for quite a while before it stopped. Qianqing opened her eyes and saw that her robes were distorted like pickles by the roar. She immediately became furious, stared forward, and cursed:

"This dragon..."

"Qianqing, the chain is about to be released." Feng Zhaoming interrupted Qianqing without waiting for her to speak, and said in a deep voice, "Go forward and communicate with Fulong."

Qianqing looked at Fulong.

I saw the long silver dragon struggling and twisting, kicking the chain vigorously with its thick front and rear legs.

It is powerful, and every time it kicks, it can bring faint cracks to the chain.If this continues, Fulong will be able to struggle and escape in less than five breaths.

Qianqing squinted her eyes, and a sharp light flashed across her eyes.

He responded, stepped forward with long legs, walked to Fulong's side, and stopped very close.

Feng Zhaoming, who majored in the Dao of War Intent, is wild and domineering, fearless.No matter how powerful the opponent is, you have to give it a go and fight to the death.

As far as he is concerned, there is death and serious injury, the only thing is that there is absolutely no option to seek peace.

However, the personality of Immortal Lord Dongkun is completely different from Feng Zhaoming's rigidity.The Immortal Lord of Dongkun is knowledgeable and reasonable, like a spring breeze and light rain.He is powerful in combat and has a heart of compassion for the common people.

Facing such divine beasts as Fulong, a legendary creature that he had seen on totems since he was a child, Feng Zhaoming always thought that maybe only people like Master Dongkun could tame Fulong.

Force can break the body, but not the heart.

It is best for Qianqing to treat each other with courtesy, first to show her kindness, and then, like the Immortal Lord Dongkun, soaked in the spring rain, and slowly ease Fulong's guard against the monks.

If Fulong can be tamed in the future, it will be of great benefit to Qianqing's practice.

Thinking of this, Feng Zhaoming said:

"Qianqing, salute."

Qian Qing stood up, leaped, fixed herself in the air, and looked directly at the dragon pupils that were as big as the crouching dragon jar.

Fulong looked ferociously, looking at the young but imposing monk in front of him warily.

Feng Zhaoming warned: "Stay far away, don't touch Fulong—"

Before the word 'head' was spoken, Qianqing quickly squeezed the sound expansion formula with her right hand, bringing it close to her lips.

In the next second, Qianqing took a long breath.

Feng Zhaoming's pupils shrank suddenly.

Qianqing blatantly turned to Fulong and let out a big yell.

This sound, like a thunderbolt, is really powerful.

One must know that Qianqing's physical body is not weaker than the Nascent Soul cultivator's hardness, and her veins open to her forehead, and her body can hold an astonishing amount of spiritual energy.

With this roar, the majestic spiritual pressure suddenly gushed out, piercing the clouds and cracking rocks, stirring all directions.

Compared with Fulong neighing, it is not weaker.

Fulong, who was trapped by the chains, was shocked to close his eyes tightly, and cover the ear holes behind his ears.

The silver dragon was furious, roaring repeatedly, kicking the chains on his body even more vigorously.

For a moment, the dragon chant and roared on Zhenhui Peak, shaking the sky and the earth.

Feng Zhaoming stood in the distance, frowning in silence.

One dragon and one person brazenly resisted.

Not long after, the chains on Fulong's body reached the extreme, and Fulong's thick hind legs kicked violently, shattering the two chains.

This silver chain was formed from the bones of the Immortal Lord Dongkun and was used to seal Fulong.

It's just that when the Immortal Lord Dongkun was in his prime, he fought desperately with the adult Fulong, especially he didn't know who would win and who would lose.

Therefore, these two chains can only seal Fulong for a while, but not for a lifetime.

Fulong, who was free again, was overjoyed, and a strong breath came out from his nostrils. It turned over suddenly like a fish swimming in the sea, and Fulong suddenly reacted and raised his head.The ferocious Long Tong looked at Qian Qing with a ferocious haze, as if he wanted to tear him apart.

With a long roar, the silver dragon swung its tail and moved its claws, rushing towards Qianqing like crazy.

It looked really scary.

but……

The Fulong in front of him is really too young.

It is still too far away to break free from the Immortal Lord's Bone.

Qianqing snorted coldly, and the shattered pieces of the silver chain danced violently in the air, gathering around Qianqing.

Not long after, a white light flashed in Qianqing's palm, and the broken chains re-condensed, turning them into one.

The chain is about ten feet long, the middle section is in Qianqing's palm, and the two ends hang loosely on the ground.

When the divine beast swam rapidly and rushed towards Qianqing, the silver chain trembled all over and stood upright, reaching Fulong.

With a fierce expression on his face, Fulong swam forward rapidly.

"Bad dragons are rampant," Qian Qing said angrily, "Let's fight!"

Fulong has a ferocious temperament, vicious and violent.

Feng Zhaoming knew that Fulong would not be easily surrendered, but he never thought that once the dragon came out of Qianqing's forehead, he would come back to bite him without waiting for a word.

One must know that this Fulong had not yet evolved, and it existed between Qian Qing's forehead when it was still a Fulong scale.

One person and one dragon get along day and night, and the breath blends together.

It stands to reason that when Fu Long came out from Qianqing's forehead, he should have felt that Qianqing was a very familiar existence.

To attack, Feng Zhaoming should also be chosen.

Unexpectedly, Qianqing's three slaps aroused Fulong's hostility, and Yinlong was about to hit Qianqing.

Feng Zhaoming's figure flickered, and he stood in front of Qianqing.He raised his right hand, the red light in his palm was shining brightly, and there was an arc boundary membrane formed by a raging fire, blocking Fulong's face.

The five types of guards - "Fire Shield".

Fulong, who was fighting fiercely forward, suddenly felt the hot temperature in front of him. He groaned, narrowed his eyes as big as a water tank, and stopped his progress.Fulong looked at the red flames in front of him, and a sharp light flashed deep in the dragon's pupils.

"Master!" Qian Qing, who was rushing forward brazenly, was suddenly stopped by Feng Zhaoming, who roared angrily, "Let me fight it out."

Feng Zhaoming raised his right hand high, turned his head, and said with a serious expression: "Fulong is an ancient divine beast, you must not underestimate the enemy."

"It's nothing, I'm wearing the 'Ganglin Armor', as long as I don't get beheaded, I won't die."

Feng Zhaoming said: "Today, you have to fight Fulong, but..."

Qian Qing said: "If you don't fight, why talk about surrendering! Master, get out of the way quickly, you don't need to worry about this matter."

The two talked very quickly, often before one finished speaking, the other started talking.Feng Zhaoming frowned lightly, yet to compromise, while Qianqing's eyes were dyed red by the flames, her fighting spirit was high.

At this moment, Fulong outside the 'Fire Shield' bent his neck, with aura in his mouth, his thousands of scales squirmed up and down, making an attacking gesture.

A fierce air wave gushed out from Fulong's throat.

The originally transparent air showed a milky white light under the rapid compression.

Like a sharp sword, it stabs at the boundary membrane in front of Feng Zhaoming.

Before the air sword touched the fire shield, the gust of wind blew away the raging fire first, and when the air sword pierced the fire shield, it suddenly issued a 'hum! 'The sound is long.

The vast spiritual power collided brazenly, and the light flourished.

Feng Zhaoming's eyes were serious, and he looked up.

Then I saw Fulong's dragon pupils were fierce, his four claws were mighty, and his beard was flamboyant.

Looking at the eyes of the two monks underground is no different from looking at ants.

Although Feng Zhaoming's cultivation level is much higher than that of Fulong, who is still underage at this time, but Fulong is such an arrogant beast, they are arrogant and arrogant.

Even if the fairy master Dongkun is here, he can't let Fulong bow down.

"Roar--"

The ear-splitting dragon chant stopped the clouds, causing sand and rocks to fly from the mountain peak.

The sharp air sword spat out from Fulong's throat pierced the fire shield, causing damage.A round white spot appeared on the fire shield, as thin as a pinhole, but it quickly expanded to the size of a sesame seed or a jujube shell.

Feng Zhaoming's right hand trembled, and more fire rushed to the dot to repair it, blocking Fulong's attack.

There was a look of disdain in the silver dragon's eyes, it looked at Feng Zhaoming and Qian Qing like looking at a bug on the ground.Even if a bug with teeth and claws bites its toes, it only needs to be flicked away lightly, without much effort at all.

"Qianqing." Feng Zhaoming's face reflected the raging fire, and his red and white robes swayed in the wind, making a rustling sound.

"I let you subdue the dragon by yourself, but you have to be careful at all times and don't take it lightly. If you are hit by the dragon, I will definitely help you and end today's rehearsal."

Qian Qing said: "Is it over when you get hit? Alright, I promise you, before you get hit, give it a good beating."

"..."