"It's just luck, it's just that the disciple has good qualifications." Song Lin nodded in response to everyone, and his eyes faintly glanced at Lian Wenzhao.

"Don't rush to a conclusion. The disciples of Zhenyao Guan also have real abilities."

Lian Wenzhao looked at one of the men.

That man has merged with the dragon's bloodline, which is his trump card.

Roar!!

The disciple looked up to the sky and roared, jet black scales grew on his body, and his hands turned into claws.

The body turned into an afterimage, without even looking at the rampaging soldiers, it broke through the formation with its powerful impact.

The sharp claws pointed directly at the head of the formation leader Yan Jiuge.

If you grab it firmly, your head will explode into pieces.

At this time, Gu Yuchan took action.

The red dragon under his feet is several times that of other Taoist boys.

Seeing the menacing Jiaolong Taoist boy, he smiled disdainfully and slowly punched him.

Roar!!

A dragon roar shocked everyone.

The ten-foot-long red dragon escaped from the body.

boom!

The red dragon exploded the dragon Taoist boy into blood mist.

The Taoist priests of Zhenyao Temple shouted to quit.

The Taoist priests above were frightened by the scene before them.

Lian Wenzhao was even more pale and speechless.

"Haha, what a powerful Red Dragon Technique. Isn't this the secret skill of Song Lin from previous sessions?"

Someone recognized this trick.

"Sure enough, the greener is better than the blue. Remember you were less than ten feet last time, right?" Taoist Chaozhen said.

Song Lin was shocked by this man's talent in Qi training.
Chapter completed!