"How long can we stay in this imperial capital?" Xu Ming locked himself in his room and fell into deep thought.
If he stays in the imperial capital, the Chen family will definitely cause trouble, and the two young masters of the Luo family and the Ma family may not let him go.
If things go on like this, I will definitely be exposed.
"However, the Xu family is too protective. If something happens to themselves, they will mobilize the army and mobilize the public." Xu Ming sighed helplessly.
I really want to say to Xu Wuxing, you were mean to me.
Shaking his head and not thinking about these things, Xu Ming thought of various martial arts skills.
Fengshen Kick, Cloud-Pailing Palm, Sky Frost Fist, Dragon Claw Hand...these secret skills flashed through Xu Ming's mind one by one. Then the moves, movements and specific descriptions of each secret skill flashed in Xu Ming's mind.
Keep practicing and thinking.
After coming to this world, all these special skills have undergone changes, like the dragon claw hand, when it is used, a black claw appears.
Although this claw is still very vague, as long as Xu Ming is strong enough, the black claw will solidify and turn into a real dragon claw hand!
Xu Ming even guessed that a dragon might be transformed, but this dragon was a dead thing made of power.
The changes in the other secret skills are not obvious. The change in Fengshen's legs is that the speed has increased, but Xu Ming, who is of low strength, only has a slight feeling and is not sure yet.
Tianshuang Fist has never been used, and Xu Ming doesn't know what's wrong with it.
As for the Cloud Dispelling Palm and Xiao Li’s Flying Dagger, I haven’t seen them yet.
Everything is due to lack of strength. If Xu Ming's strength can fully exert the power of these unique skills, these martial arts will definitely not be called high-level martial arts. Even if they are compared to the Xuan level, they may not be any worse!
The whole day was spent in thinking, and lunch was eaten in the room.
At sunset and dusk, night fell again, and Xu Ming drank boringly, which was quite boring.
"Third Young Master, the general is looking for you." Xu Er walked into the room and whispered in Xu Ming's ear.
"What's going on? It's so mysterious." Xu Ming was confused, why don't you just look for him? He spoke so quietly.
"I don't know, the general asked you to go there." Xu Er said respectfully.
"Let's go now." Xu Ming burped from wine, tied up the three-foot-long Qingfeng around his waist, and looked quite like a young warrior, then walked towards the study with satisfaction.
Xu Wuxing usually looks for him in the study room, except of course when he gets into trouble.
He straightened his back all the way, placed his left hand on the hilt of his sword, held his head high, and walked unhurriedly to the study, causing the servants on the way to laugh.
In the study, the lights illuminated the room. Xu Wuxing sat in front of the desk, helplessly looking at the desk in front of him, which was occupied by a small thing one meter long.
This little thing looks like a lizard, with four claws, a fiery red body covered with scales, and red eyes. There are two fleshy bumps on the top of its head, as if something is trying to rush out.
Xu Ming pushed the door open and walked in. He said hello casually and poured himself a cup of tea. Then he stood in front of the desk, pointed at the lizard in front of him in confusion, and frowned: "Where did this lizard come from?"
"Poof" Xu Wuxing, who was drinking tea, spurted out a mouthful of tea and sprinkled it on the lizard, glaring at Xu Ming angrily.
"Boy, how dare you insult the son of the Dragon King of the Dragon Clan!" Lizard shouted angrily, pressing towards Xu Ming with a slight pressure.
"The son of the Dragon King?" Xu Ming rolled his eyes and said in disbelief: "Are you the son of the Dragon King? Why the hell am I still the Dragon King!"
"San'er." Xu Wuxing spoke hurriedly, waved his hand to disperse the pressure of the lizard, and said in a deep voice: "This is the dragon cub, the child of the Fire Dragon King."
Hearing Xu Wuxing's words, the lizard immediately raised its head and looked down upon Xu Ming, arrogant.
"Is it the son of the Dragon King?" Xu Ming then carefully looked at the dragon son, stretched out his hand to touch it, but was pushed away by the dragon son's claws: "What rank is it in?"
Rank refers to the level of cultivation.
Hearing this, Xu Wuxing paused for a moment, his face looked a little ugly, and he did not speak.
And this arrogant Ryuko, as if his previous arrogance was deflated, pulled down and lay on the desk.
"Can I curse?" Xu Ming took a deep breath and pointed at Long Zi with trembling fingers.
"No." Xu Wuxing looked at Long Zi with a cold face, his face softened a little, and said: "No matter what, he is a dragon, and he is the child of the Dragon King. You should feel honored to be able to become a Wuzong in the future.
"
"Father, don't talk about these useless things, just talk about his rank." Xu Ming raised his eyebrows and didn't listen at all.
Hearing this, Long Zi buried his head directly, feeling ashamed.
Xu Wuxing looked even worse and was unwilling to speak.
"It is rumored that the giant dragon of the Dragon Clan has the strength of a warrior as soon as it is born, and the son of the Dragon King of the Dragon Clan has the strength of a warrior, right?" During this time, Xu Ming asked his mother about the Dragon Clan, although he didn't know much about it.
, but the basic knowledge is still known.
Neither Xu Wuxing nor Long Zi answered, but nodded affirmatively.
"Aren't you just useless? You are the son of the Dragon King. You can have a warrior training, which is similar to that of ordinary dragons. That's enough. I won't care about it." Xu Ming said very generously.
Hearing this, Xu Wuxing's face turned even uglier, but seeing that Long Zi had no face to see anyone, he had no choice but to say: "This Long Zi, is gifted... gifted, um, gifted, born with... the strength of a warrior.
"
"Poof" this time, it was Xu Ming's turn to spray tea. Looking at the son of the Dragon King, he really wanted to strangle him to death.
"San'er, although his strength is a bit lacking, his bloodline is the noble Dragon King bloodline, and he is now ten years old, can speak human words, and his rank has reached the level of a warrior." Seeing that Xu Ming's face looked a little ugly, Xu Wuxing said hurriedly.
.
Not to mention that it was okay, but Xu Ming's face turned even more ugly when he said it: "You are ten years old before you can speak human words? Usually dragon cubs are three years old! Warrior level? I think it is a junior warrior, right? Ordinary dragons are born as soon as they are born
That’s the strength.”
Xu Wuxing smiled awkwardly: "Despite this, he is still a dragon at heart!"
"That's it?" Xu Ming glanced at this useless dragon with disdain, and finally sighed helplessly: "When are you going to send it back? Let the Dragon Clan give me another one."
Xu Wuxing's face darkened, and he was about to hit Xu Ming, but the Dragon King cub broke out first.
"Roar"
He roared angrily, his big blood-red eyes a little moist: "You don't need to change, I'm leaving now!"
The Dragon Clan values dignity higher than life, not to mention that this is the child of the Dragon King, even more so.
"Yes, I am a loser, but what about you? You are a body with nine leaks, and you may not be able to join the ranks of warriors in your life. Even though I am a loser, I am still better than you. What right do you have to dislike me?" Dragon King
The cub roared angrily, tears of humiliation flowing down and dripping on the desk.
Xu Wuxing glared at Xu Ming fiercely without saying anything.
Just as the Cub of the Dragon King said, what reason does Xu Ming have to dislike him? He is even more useless than the Cub of the Dragon King!
"Why, do you think you are a genius compared to me?" Xu Ming had no sense of being useless. He smiled coldly, grabbed the Dragon King cub and dragged it out directly: "Yeah, look at you crying so miserably.
If you don’t change it, if you dare to run away from now on, I will announce today’s conversation to the Dragon Clan, who is crying and shouting not to go back.”
Xu Wuxing stroked his forehead with a headache and was too lazy to pay attention to these two losers.
The Dragon King cub struggled fiercely, but could not break free from Xu Ming's grasp, allowing Xu Ming to carry it away.