The Grand Void – Becoming a Dragon

　　 Within the villa.

　　 In the study room.

　　 Zhuang Ming is planning on various detailed matters concerning the future expansion of Zhuang's firm.

　　 But in an instant, it froze.

　　 His gaze is solemn, and the dragon in his sleeve sticks out his head slightly.

　　 In the eyes of the dragon, it became darker and darker.

　　 "A real person?"

　　 Zhuang Ming's complexion changed slightly.

　　 His own instinct is not yet complete, he can't notice it.

　　 But the body of the dragon, with keen perception, no matter how big or small, there is no disturbance in Zhongwang Mountain that can hide the perception of the dragon.

　　 A real person of Jindan series came to Zhongwangshan!

　　 And the person who came is not good, has killed two people.

　　 Within the Blessed Land of Gathering Holy Mountain, the inheritance has been cut off, and there can be at most a few chance coincidences, and it will be true Qi.

　　 But it is only limited to this. Although there are people who cultivate true energy, those who can cultivate into the Taoist seal are often decades old, and there may not be one person.

　　 Not to mention the real people of the Jindan series, except for the disciples of the holy mountain, in this world, the real people of the Jindan series have been extinct for 800 years, and only exist in the fairy gods legends in the ancient books.

　　 "Lu He."

　　 "The son?"

　　 "A distinguished guest is here, please come to the courtyard to tell."

　　 paused, Zhuang Ming said sternly: "This is a distinguished guest, please be respectful and not offended..."

　　 Lu He felt awkward and hesitated: "This person..."

　　 Zhuang Ming waved his hand, expressionless, and said: "He has broken in, you must not get angry, you must respectfully invite him to the courtyard."

　　 Lu He solemnly said, "I understand."

　　 The words fell, he turned and left, leaving in a hurry.

　　 And Zhuang Ming's breathing was slightly stagnant, and he said in his heart: "Within this world, apart from the closed gate of the Holy Mountain, there is no power to override the world. There must be outside practitioners who set foot on the blessed land of the Holy Mountain..."

　　 For eight hundred years, the gathering of the holy mountain has forbidden foreign practitioners to set foot, but anyone who comes will be cut off.

　　 But for eight hundred years, it was not completely unattended.

　　 That's why there are occasional legends of fairy gods, which are still spread around the world.

　　Because it was a vision created by gathering disciples from the holy mountain, going down the mountain to kill the offender, and fighting against the golden core.

　　 Actually, those who set foot on the Holy Mountain are not completely provocative.

　　 Although there is no shortage of practitioners, they did come here when they closed the gate of the Holy Mountain, trying to explore something.

　　 But there are some cultivators who don’t know this world, they belong to the blessed place of gathering holy mountains, and they set foot on it rashly.

　　 As for some, they are casual monks, who have little or no knowledge of the legend of Jusheng Mountain.

　　 I don’t know what kind of person does it belong to?

　　 "No matter what kind, it is a variable after all."

　　 "Come to Zhongwang Mountain and break into Qianlong Villa, it is nothing more than the legend of the Jiaolong from the outside world."

　　 "Is this my fate too?"

　　——

　　 Front yard of the villa.

　　 Luhe came in a hurry.

　　He has become a master of martial arts, with strong energy and blood, and a steady pace.

　　 One step forward, his body is like wind.

When 　　 came to this moment, he saw a middle-aged man in front of him, with his hands on his back, with an arrogant expression, walking slowly.

　　 Luhe's heart is stagnant, feeling pressure, like seeing a mountain.

　　Behind the middle-aged man, four or five people lay down, there was no sound, and it was breathless.

　　 In an instant, Lu He's heart surged with anger.

　　 But the son's command flashed in his heart again.

　　 must not be angry, must respectfully invite him to the courtyard.

　　 "This gentleman..."

　　 Luhe came forward, respectfully saluted, and said, "My son, please."

The middle-aged man stood with his hand holding his hand, waiting to kill him, but he saw the man salute him. Dang Even laughed and said: "Finally, I still have some eyesight. Let a warrior comparable to the upper level of Dao Yin come to welcome... Let's go."

　　 Grandmaster rank, has reached the top of martial arts attainments.

　　 But in the eyes of practitioners, it is not as important as the upper layers of the Dao Yin.

　　 Budo triple, has reached the end of manpower.

　　 And the three layers of Dao Yin, there is hope of condensing the golden core.

　　 Of course, if you want to cross this step, it will be difficult to condense the golden core.

　　 That's why there is a saying that the immortal is separated.

　　 Only by refining the golden core and possessing great magic power, can he be considered a great monk and be respected as a real person.

　　 "Please follow me."

　　 Luhe welcomes those who come in, but his heart is quite shocked.

　　Dongsheng Dynasty, the master of martial arts was already the strongest.

　　 This level of realm was originally the lifelong pursuit of his brothers and sisters.

　　 But now he has become a master, but the pressure this person puts on him is like a mountain.

　　 This person is absolutely extraordinary!

　　When it comes to pressure, it is no less powerful than the dragon's power of the day!

　　 Could it be that this person is not a mortal, but a fairy **** who came to this world?

　　 Only these characters can make him, a strong man who stands at the pinnacle of martial arts in the world, feel so powerless.

　　——

　　山庄.

　　In the courtyard.

　　In the pavilion.

　　 Rockery and flowing water, grass and green flowers.

　　 In the front, the water in the pool is clear, and the golden red carp is in pieces, like auspicious clouds and xiarui.

　　 I saw a young man in white clothes sitting in the pavilion, elegant and misty, I saw him smiling and toasting slightly.

　　 in front of him, the tea has been brewed.

"Ok?"

　　 When the middle-aged man set foot in the courtyard and looked at Zhuang Ming.

　　 Zhuang Ming is also looking closely at each other.

　　 This person looks like he is in his early forties, is of medium build, has arrogant eyebrows, and his eyes are full of overlooking sentient beings and contempt for mortals.

　　 The breath of the whole body is quite strong after being sensed by the dragon.

　　 I am afraid that among the great practitioners of the golden core level, they are also extraordinary.

　　 When I first arrived here, he killed people casually, as if he were like ants... Presumably this time he set foot in the Dongsheng Dynasty and walked among all living beings, and this person was really in the lower realm of the immortal god.

　　——

　　 The middle-aged man walked forward and entered the pavilion.

　　 "Please sit down." Zhuang Ming gestured with her hand out.

　　 "Are you Zhuang Ming?" The middle-aged man looked down.

　　 "Exactly." Zhuang Ming nodded.

　　 "I thought that the one who controls the flood dragon should be a cultivator, but I didn't expect that he was a mortal, who only cultivated a ray of true energy, and the Taoist seal could not be condensed."

"My talent is not high, and hard cultivation is difficult. It really made my seniors laugh." Zhuang Ming stretched out his hand and said, "This is the most precious tea of ​​the Dongsheng Dynasty. One or two tea leaves and one hundred taels of silver. Apart from me, Only the royal family can use it. Although this tea is not in the eyes of esteemed drivers, it is also the most rare in the mundane world."

　　 "Huh?" The middle-aged man picked up the teacup, took a sip, then threw the teacup down, and said, "It tastes fragrant, but it's okay, but there is no aura, it's just a vulgar thing."

　　 "Every world is mundane, and there are only vulgar things." Zhuang Ming laughed, poured himself a cup of tea, but suddenly asked: "Senior said nothing, so he drank my tea, so I am not afraid that I will be poisoned?"

　　 "Every earthly thing, want to poison this seat?" The middle-aged man looked disdainful.

　　 "That's true too."

　　 Zhuang Ming nodded in agreement.

　　 The poison of the earthly world cannot be poisoned by the real person who exists like a fairy.

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　　 Actually, despite the fact that this real person’s eyes are so high, when he drank the tea just now, his perception has also instantly swept the tea, confirming that the tea is non-toxic.

　　 "How about another drink?"

　　 "This seat is not here to drink tea with you."

　　 "Why do you come from?"

　　 "Jiaolong!"

　　 After talking about this, the middle-aged man suddenly shook his head, made no secret of his contempt, and said: "It seems that you are not driving the dragon, but you are obedient to the dragon."

　　 Zhuang Ming laughed, noncommittal, and said with a smile: "What's the difference?"

　　 The middle-aged man said calmly: "Naturally, there is a difference. If it is the former, if you control the dragon, you are also eligible to talk to this seat. Let this seat tell you in person, and the dragon will return to this seat."

　　 Zhuang Ming looked as usual, and smiled: "What if I take orders from Jiaolong?"

　　 The middle-aged man said: "If it is the latter, you are not qualified to sit here and talk to this seat. Let the dragon behind you come to see this seat. When this seat surrenders to the dragon, you will be one of the servants of this seat."

　　 Zhuang Ming heard the words, nodded, and said: "It makes sense, but..."

　　 His tone was flat, and he slowly said, "Extreme driver knows where exactly is this place?"

The middle-aged man sneered and said, "Isn't it just Zhongwang Mountain? What kind of Longtan Tiger Den? But then again, there are both dragons and dragons here, but you know how many Longtan Tiger Dens I have traveled through the world, and how many? The younger generation, but the cultivation base of Qi training, wants to threaten this seat? If it is not for the sake of the dragon, you have the corpse on the spot... let the dragon appear and come to see this seat!"

　　 Zhuang Ming exhaled, but did not answer, just drank a sip of tea, and said to himself: "This is the Jusheng Mountain."