There was no suspense. When Zheng Ming slapped it out, the huge nine-headed lion was like a thrown stone, hitting heavily on the ground.

Three of the nine heads were broken in an instant, and the thick body, like a top-level artifact, produced cracks.

At this time, the nine-headed lion was difficult to even struggle to stand up.

At this time, Zheng Ming felt that he had always liked to brag about the hexagonal crystal, and he had a little more admiration.

Even Zheng Ming himself could not see the flaw. He didn't even look at the hexagonal crystal, so he told himself clearly and guided himself to easily knock down his opponent.

"You...how could you be so strong!" The nine-headed lion's voice was full of unwillingness and disbelief.

Zheng Ming smiled softly and was about to say a few words of scenes, but unexpectedly, messages appeared in Zheng Ming's heart.

This information is all about the Lion Fighting Xuanling Art. After reading this information, Zheng Ming's eyes felt a little more joy.

After coming to this supreme holy realm, although Zheng Ming could still borrow the power of Panyuan Universe, Panyuan Universe had reached its limit and only had so much power to provide him.

Now it is not enough to deal with a nine-headed lion. If you face those top ancient saints, you may not be enough to see them.

Although this Lion-Fighting Xuanling Art does not seem to be suitable for the human race, according to the rules given by the hexagonal crystal, Zheng Ming found that if he practiced this Lion-Fighting Xuanling Art, it seemed that he could absorb the chaotic energy from the Lord of the Void.

The exercises are not very good!

These five words are the evaluation of the Lion Fighting Xuanling Art in the Six-Level Realm. Zheng Ming saw the pride of the hexagonal crystal from these five words.

Zheng Ming was speechless about this guy's pride, but he didn't have time to pay attention to the hexagonal crystal now, but said to the nine-headed lion who had barely stood up: "At your level, can you still learn to defeat the ancient saint?"

As a creature who was born proud, he was ridiculed by the race he had always looked down upon, and also ridiculed the martial arts he valued the most, which made the nine-headed lion feel crazy.

If possible, he would never mind throwing Zheng Ming into pieces.

"I am defeated by you, so I can't say anything. The mountains are high and the rivers are far away. I will definitely avenge this revenge in the future!"

After saying this, the nine-headed lion turned his head and left!

Looking at the nine-headed lion who turned around and was about to leave, Zheng Ming was speechless and thought to himself when I became so easy to talk.

Have I done too many good things, and even this lion thinks I am kind-hearted, so after I defeated the bed, I chose to leave directly.

"Did I let you go?"

The meaning in Zheng Ming's words was already very obvious at this time, and the nine-headed lion, who was already ready to leave, showed a hint of disgust in his eyes and said, "Okay, I know what you are going to say?"

"Didn't you just want to say that the competition should be fair. If you lose, you will lose. You must not mess around and never make trouble with the tribe members?"

The head of the nine-headed lion almost showed contempt at the same time: "If you don't waste my feelings here, these little tricks."

"I tell you, Jin Lie, it's not that I can't afford to lose!"

These words made Zheng Ming feel like he was skeptical about life. Before he could say anything, he actually said it for a while.

The meaning of the words over there seemed to be that he had defeated him. At this time, he was already confused.

"Your name is Jin Lie. You have a clan member, which is really good, but what I want to tell you is that the reason I call you is not to say something to your clan member, but to lack a mount. From today on, you will be my mount."

The ninth-headed lion Jin Lie had a big mouth on his head. He was a little doubtful if he had an hallucination because his head fell to the ground. If it weren't for the hallucination, how could anyone dream in the daytime?

"You asked me to be your mount, hahahaha, stop teasing, aren't you humans, you are using us as mounts?"

Jin Lie, who was laughing to the sky, had the look of hearing the most funny jokes in the world. For Zheng Ming, this kind of laughter was really hateful.

He had the urge to break the nose of the laughing man.

But what he paid the most attention now is that you human race are serving us as mounts. This sentence made Zheng Ming feel very unhappy and also made him feel a little bad about the world he came to.

"Ba!" Zheng Ming was in no good mood to reason with the defeated general who was laughing in front of him.

Therefore, his most direct way was to slap the lion directly on the ground. The nine-headed lion had long been greatly damaged by Zheng Ming's attack, so he could not have any power to fight back.

Nine heads sank heavily into the rocks, and the nine-headed lion looked at Zheng Ming with anger.

"You... dare you to treat me like this?" The nine-headed lion roared loudly, his voice filled with anger of disbelief and humiliation.

Zheng Ming did not speak, waved his big hand again, and smashed the body of the nine-headed lion heavily into the extremely hard rock every time.

"I must kill you. You have shamed a great ancient golden saint tribe. You have desecrated the dignity of an ancient golden saint!"

"Do you know what consequences will bring about when you do this? Do you know what disaster will bring to you human race?"

"You are a hero who knows the times. You are so embarrassed by me. You are asking for trouble for yourself. You... you... will not have a good end!"

Every time you slap, the words of the Golden Lion will change once. In the end, the words of the Golden Lion are full of pleading.

Unfortunately, Zheng Ming ignored the plea of ​​the golden lion at all. His palms were dancing, and there were only a few ups and downs. The nine-headed lion had become like a rag doll that was rubbed and about to collapse.

"If you have the courage to kill me, my head will fall off, it's just a big scar!" The nine-headed lion roared, but although his roar was loud, it sounded like he didn't want to kill him generously.

No matter what the Nine-Headed Lion said, Zheng Ming had only one thing to deal with, that was the heavy slap. I don’t know how long it took, the Nine-Headed Lion was completely slapped by Zheng Ming’s palm and completely lost his temper.

His nine heads had broken six. Not to mention the power of the nine-headed lions had greatly reduced, at this time, he had gone from intimidation to begging.

"You... stop beating. If you just now, I apologize to you. In the future, when you arrive at my Nine-Headed Lion tribe, we will definitely regard you as our most honorable guest."

"Brother, I admit that you are my eldest brother. What do you want? What I can satisfy when you say something."

"Boss, you are the boss. Stop hitting. If you hit again, I will be completely broken. My nameplate is left in my family. If you kill me, my family will definitely not let you go."

"Uncle, stop beating, I'm convinced!"

After only one of the nine-headed lions was left, Zheng Ming stopped, but at this moment, the nine-headed lions were unable to stand up as soon as they entered.

"Stand up, don't you say you are extremely talented? Why can't you even stand up now?" Zheng Ming looked at the nine-headed lion lying on the ground and said with a smile.

Now Zheng Ming is in the heart of the Nine-Headed Lion, that is the great devil who controls his life. Although he is full of resentment towards Zheng Ming, he dare not show this at this moment.

"I really can't stand up!" The nine-headed lion struggled hard, but in the end, he fell heavily to the ground.

However, when Zheng Ming waved his palm again, the nine-headed lion jumped up and stood respectfully at the fastest speed.

"From now on, you will be my mount." Zheng Ming smiled at the nine-headed lion and said calmly.

"You...you can't treat me as a mount, I'm..." The nine-headed lion shook his hands to distinguish, but was finally bombarded heavily by Zheng Ming again.

In an instant, the face of the nine-headed lion became extremely ugly. It wanted to let out a long roar to the sky, but in the end, he still didn't. It was not that he didn't want to, it was really that he couldn't roar.

It was beaten down by Zheng Ming again and again, but its mouth hurt so much at this time.

"I am your mount, that's OK." When the nine-headed lion looked at Zheng Ming's slap and was about to fall down again, he finally made his own choice.

The so-called "I can't cry until I see the coffin, this guy deserves to smoke.

"I heard you just now that the human race can only be used as mounts in this world?" Zheng Ming and the nine-headed lions recovered for a while, and asked in a deep voice at the nine-headed lions.

A trace of concern appeared on the face of the nine-headed lion at first, but in the end, he snorted: "The human race is weak, so naturally there is no high status. And I tell you that many human races are proud to be able to serve as mounts for powerful people."

Damn!

If Zheng Ming was a little angry at the beginning, then now he has nothing to be angry. After all, if the mount is something that some people are willing to do, even if he doesn't like it, he can't care about other people's things.

"Well, where did you get your Lion Fighting Xuanling Art?" Zheng Ming was unwilling to get involved in this kind of issue, so he directly shifted the family topic to the Lion Fighting Xuanling Art.

Although his three thousand clones are good, what he has absorbed is not the chaotic power of this supreme holy realm. It is like guarding a huge gold mine, but he is hungry because he is struggling to eat and starve.

So now, what Zheng Ming urgently needs is a set of exercises that allow him to absorb the chaotic energy.
Chapter completed!