"If this old man is weaker than Dragon Lord, the Tianji Divine Crossbow will not matter."

"The Heavenly Secret Crossbow is a fearsome sight in the world, but when faced with people like this, its effectiveness is minimal. It just harasses the opponent and gives the Dragon Lord some help."

Lu He tilted his head slightly and responded: "Since there are not many crossbow arrows left, you act according to the opportunity, and I will go down the mountain."

Although in this level of competition, the strength of the martial arts master is still ordinary, but at least it is not weak, and it may not be useless to protect the young master's side.

——

Within the ruins of the villa.

The two sat opposite each other.

Across the empty stone table.

The stone table has been extremely clean after the remaining power of the magic power.

The flowers in the courtyard were also destroyed.

There is no more "soothing" fragrance here.

The old man was looking at Zhuang Ming, and more at Jiaolong.

Zhuang Ming was also sizing up each other.

He is over seventy years old, dressed in Taoist attire, with fair hair and a childlike face, and looks like a Taoist fairy.

Although he has restrained his aura, Jiaolong can still sense it, and his level of cultivation is still higher than that of Nie Ping.

In fact, this old Taoist is even better than Nie Ping, who paid a huge price to develop the power of burning fire and improved his strength.

At this moment, the Tianji Divine Crossbow must not have many arrows, and most of the villa has been destroyed. The water flowing outside has gradually dispersed, and ten percent of the help from the Feng Shui situation has also disappeared.

"Senior, are you from overseas?"

"Exactly."

"Is it also because of the dragon?"

"good."

The old Taoist's eyes moved away from Jiaolong and landed on the young man. He moved his eyes downwards and saw his legs with sluggish blood across the stone table.

Zhuang Ming looked as usual. It was a fact that his legs were disabled.

However, what he was thinking about at this moment was doom, and he couldn't help but sigh.

The Dongsheng Dynasty, due to gathering in holy mountains and blessed lands, had very little contact with overseas countries and was considered very closed.

He raised dragons and defeated more than 20,000 Zhennan troops. This matter was originally a fantasy, and the government began to suppress such remarks, so it was not necessarily spread far and wide within the Dongsheng Dynasty.

But the Dongsheng Dynasty was so closed-minded, yet this matter still spread overseas.

And within a short period of time, it reached the ears of two great practitioners.

Then he attracted two Jindan masters.

Of course, for Zhuang Ming, there is no airtight wall in the world, no matter how closed it is, as long as there is still contact with the outside world, it is not unbelievable that it will spread overseas. As for Jin Dan Zhenren, his cultivation level is extremely high.

With extremely strong senses, it is not impossible to walk on the sea and perceive the conversations of ordinary people.

He originally thought that after all, this was the blessed land of Jusheng Mountain, and practitioners would not dare to set foot there.

However, these two Jindan Masters were so audacious that they believed the stories about dragons passed down by mortals and dared to set foot in the blessed land of Jusheng Mountain just for the sake of a rumor.

The person just now did it because he didn’t know the blessed land of Gathering Holy Mountain.

And this one, I'm afraid, took a desperate risk and came here to take risks.

If it wasn't destiny, how could it be like this?

——

"I heard that a dragon appeared here and was raised by a man."

The old Taoist said slowly: "I thought that this person was also a practitioner, but I never thought that he was just the first to achieve true energy... I don't know whether you control the dragon or obey the dragon's orders, but do you know that this is the Holy Gathering Mountain?

Blessed land?"

Zhuang Ming looked strange when he heard this.

This tone sounded quite familiar to him.

Was it like the tone he used to scare Master Nie Ping just now?

At this moment, Zhuang Ming's expression did not change, he just nodded and said: "I have heard a little bit."

The old Taoist spoke slowly and gently knocked on the stone table in front of him.

"It is forbidden for outsiders to set foot in the blessed land of the Holy Mountain, otherwise they will be killed immediately!"

"In my opinion, this dragon should have been given the opportunity to transform in this blessed land, so it can barely be considered a native."

"But even so, such existences born in the blessed land of Jusheng Mountain, which are transcendent from the world, are also not tolerated by Jusheng Mountain."

"Practitioners from outside will be killed by Jusheng Mountain! And those who practice self-cultivation within the blessed land must also withdraw from the blessed land of Jusheng Mountain. If they do not retreat, they will inevitably suffer disaster!"

"Logically speaking, both you and this dragon are considered to be cultivators. If you have cultivated yourself and are not outsiders, you may be able to save your life by escaping from the blessed land of Jusheng Mountain. However, you should never do it.

The dragon swept through the armies, and you used this power to frighten the mortal dynasty."

"This has violated the order of the Holy Gathering Mountain."

"If Ju Shengshan notices it, I am afraid that neither you nor the dragon will be able to escape the fate."

The old Taoist spoke slowly, stroking his beard slightly and looking solemn.

Zhuang Ming suddenly laughed and asked: "Senior, what method can you use to save me in this critical situation?"

The old Taoist said slowly: "Old man comes from the Taiyuan Sect in Tianyu Blessed Land, and has always been on good terms with Jusheng Mountain. If you and the dragon want to survive, you will entrust the dragon to Laowan... If this dragon belongs to me, the Taiyuan Sect protects the mountain.

The mythical beast, relying on the friendship between the Taiyuan Sect and the Jushengshan family, may be able to spare the world and save its life."

Zhuang Ming said calmly: "Senior, what do you mean, I have to let the dragon surrender to you?"

The old Taoist stroked his beard and said, "It's not that I want to subdue this dragon, but that I'm trying to save you."

Zhuang Ming said calmly: "But I see senior, it seems that he can't protect himself."

The old man's hand suddenly froze.

Zhuang Ming said calmly: "Senior, do you know that this is the blessed place of Gathering Saint Mountain?"

The old Taoist slowly lowered his hand and his face gradually changed.

"It is forbidden for outside practitioners to set foot in the blessed land of Jusheng Mountain!"

"No matter what the senior's status is, which immortal sect he comes from, or he is still an outsider who practices cultivation, once he is observed by Ju Shengshan, he will not be able to escape the sword."

"So, how can senior save me?"

Zhuang Ming said calmly, the true energy in Dantian circulated and gradually entered the atrium.

The old Taoist's face became increasingly ugly.

"You are not an ordinary practitioner."

The old Taoist priest pondered slightly and said, "Who are you?"

Zhuang Ming looked solemn and said: "The thirteenth true disciple of Bai Shengjun in Jusheng Mountain, Zhuang Ming."

When the voice fell, his eyes narrowed and his mouth suddenly opened.

A wisp of white energy condensed like a sword.

Go straight to the old man’s door!
Chapter completed!