At this time, another dragon roar rang through the world, obviously much louder than the first time.

Lin Qiang felt that the severe pain in his body was lighter.

The dragon roar sounded seven times again and again. Lin Qiang could no longer feel the pain in his body, but he had a sense of fullness of power.

"Little bandit, nine dragon roars, isn't it the most powerful dragon fortune?"

Xiao Bian: "Yes, host, in history, Emperor Gaozu of Han, Liu Bang, was the only emperor who obtained the nine dragon roars and dragon fortune."

Then wouldn’t I be as awesome as Liu Bang? Liu Bang created the Han Dynasty for four hundred years, and would he dominate the world for five hundred years?

This is a good sign!

The five-clawed golden dragon above the Forbidden City, the huge dragon body hovered in the void, pounced towards the Supreme Hall, as if to swallow Lin Qiang in one bite, approaching Lin Qiang's nose, and the dragon's body suddenly shrank and turned into a golden light, and penetrated into Lin Qiang's eyebrows.

A colorful glow appeared from Lin Qiang's body, forming a beam of light, passing through the room, as if trying to pierce the sky. At this moment, the entire ancient city of Peking was shrouded in the glow.

The vision lasted for several minutes before slowly disappearing.

Standing up from the dragon throne, looking into the distance, with a thought moving, Lin Qiang's figure suddenly disappeared, and the next moment, he actually returned to the Yulu Bridge where he had just stood.

The light body technique is more than twice as fast.

Lin Qiang didn't know how to describe the surging power in his body. He had a feeling that even a calf could be killed with one punch.

If he is given a Japanese now, he can stage a real version of the Japanese who is tearing him up.

"Wei Dayong!"

"arrive!"

"Practice with me!"

"Commander, let me know first, you can't use your right hand. Your right hand is too powerful and I can't stand it."

"I only use my left hand!" Lin Qiang stuffed his right hand into the belt.

"Then you are not my opponent, commander, I'm here." As soon as he finished speaking, before Lin Qiang agreed, Wei Dayong punched out, and the fist was pressing.

The distance between the fist and the hair of Lin Qiang's nose suddenly stopped.

It was not Wei Dayong who held his fist, but Lin Qiang's left hand clenched his wrist, like an iron clamp, Wei Dayong's face turned red and could not break free.

With a gentle relationship, Wei Dayong staggered over. After Lin Qiang let go of his hand, he barely stabilized his body.

"Commander, why are you so powerful?"

Wei Dayong was very depressed. He was not Lin Qiang's enemy in one move.

Lin Qiang smiled and had no explanation. In fact, he only used 10% of his strength and did not have any skillful skills. He could only abuse Wei Dayong, a master Shaolin, by simply taking action.

But the speed of attacks was terrible, and Wei Dayong couldn't see clearly at all, so how could he talk about dodging?

The master is lonely!
Chapter completed!