As soon as I stepped into the footprints of the Holy Dragon, a familiar feeling arose spontaneously.
As if he had an illusion in his mind, a man, a dragon and a spear appeared in front of Sikong Jing's eyes, exactly as they were massacring everything in the Changye Xingluo Palace, and the so-called holy dragon under this man was the inner elixir he had just taken.
The demon dragon.
The whole body is a fire dragon, with two wings on its back, and its wing bones are like spears!
Sikong Jing was extremely surprised. He didn't expect such a coincidence, but he also understood why he was drawn here. It must be because the demon dragon inner elixir has the same aura as the centuries-old holy dragon.
What surprised Sikong Jing even more was...
The Holy Dragon footprints condensed by the Holy Dragon students for hundreds of years still have such terrifying power. Because they comprehend the power of the same kind of demon dragon, they give birth to illusions!
In the illusion, the so-called holy dragon showed unparalleled power, and the demon power meridians in the dragon's body also appeared.
Sikong Jing's eyes widened and he memorized the meridians and the way their demon power operated...
And all this was carried out extremely quietly, without anyone noticing.
It wasn't until daylight dawned that Sikong Jing calmed down.
He left the footprints of the holy dragon here, and he has clearly mastered the operation method of the fire-colored demonic dragon. After consolidating and merging, he can create the second beast skill of the Xuantian realm demonic beast.
And when Sikong Jing returned to the courtyard, he found that the entrance to his room was extremely busy...
"Go away, what are you doing?" Then, he heard Su Yuexi's scream.
Sikong Jing's expression changed wildly, and he suddenly started running into the crowd.
Then his pupils shrank violently, and Mr. Wei was suppressed in a corner by several powerful middle-aged men, while Su Yuexi was forced against the wall by a young man in Chinese clothes...
She kept waving her hands to prevent the young man in colorful clothes from getting close.
Sikong Jing's eyes flew open, murderous intent burst out: "You are looking for death!"
No matter who the young man in Chinese attire is, no matter what happened just now, anyone who dares to touch Yuexi's hair will die.
As soon as the words fell, Sikong Jing stepped out...
However, at this moment, another middle-aged man suddenly appeared next to the young man in Chinese attire. He directly blocked Sikong Jing's furious punch, and then sneered: "How many lives do you have if you dare to sneak attack our young master?"
Sikong Jing was forced to retreat, and a cold light suddenly appeared in his eyes.
Then he opened his hand and sucked it in, and the high-level spear suddenly shot out from the room. He held it in his hand, and his momentum went straight to the sky.
"Do you still want to resist?"
"Sir, can I kill him?"
The young and middle-aged men looked lightly at the young man in fine clothes who was approaching Su Yuexi, and asked with a smile.
His tone was extremely relaxed, and he didn't take Sikong Jing seriously at all...
The young man in colorful clothes suddenly turned around and said with a smile: "Then let's see if this kid knows his face."
As soon as he finished speaking, he released his true energy with one hand, lifted Su Yuexi up out of thin air, and still pressed her against the wall. Then he looked at Sikong Jing and said, "You should be the brother Jing that this girl talks about, right? Her husband?"
"
Sikong Jing stared at Su Yuexi, and then glanced at the onlookers, all of whom had expressions of gloating.
The onlookers here are all young talents who are going to take the martial arts test and their accompanying personnel.
"Let me tell you this, I have fallen in love with your wife and want to take her home as a concubine. Please give me a price!" The young man in fine clothes didn't even introduce himself, so he arrogantly forced Sikong Jing.
Sikong Jing stared at him, without asking who he was, and said coldly: "Then how much is your life worth?"
As soon as he finished speaking, the spear in his hand shook violently.
He rushed out with a strong murderous intention and shot straight towards the young man in Chinese clothing. Yue Xi was pressed against the wall by his true energy. How could Sikong Jing have any sense to talk nonsense?
No matter who this person is, just kill him!
Dead people don't deserve to have their names remembered.
"You still dare to take action against our young master, do you think I don't exist?"
The middle-aged man smiled. In vain, a big knife appeared in his hand, and he slashed Sikong Jing down with his backhand.
But at this moment, Sikong Jing snatched the sword of the person next to him.
A sword shot out from his left hand, it was exactly: Dark Winged Black Burning Sword!
boom……
With a loud bang, Sikong Jing's dark-winged black-burning sword was cut off, but he used his strength to twist his body and kill directly in front of the young man in Chinese clothing. He shot out. Before the latter could react, the tip of the spear had already pierced through.
off his shoulders.
Immediately afterwards, Sikong Jing hugged Su Yuexi and at the same time raised his spear, lifting the young man in Chinese clothes into the air.
At the same time, it was also accompanied by the screams of young people in Chinese attire.
Then the whole place fell into wild silence, and the onlookers' originally gloating expressions turned into surprise and disbelief. Sikong Jing's series of movements were so fast that everyone's eyes could hardly keep up.
In just a blink of an eye, he turned the situation around.
"How is it possible? That middle-aged man is in the innate martial realm." Someone muttered to themselves, in disbelief.
The martial body realm is the third innate realm.
And Sikong Jing has become famous after yesterday's incident.
Everyone in the audience knew that he had zero martial arts roots and had just reached the innate martial acupoint realm. How did he do it?
"Son..."
It took a while for the middle-aged man in the Martial Body Realm to react and scream wildly. He never thought that a small innate Martial Acupoint Realm could be so terrifying. How could he still be so arrogant now?
After screaming in fear and anger, he tried to kill Sikong Jing to save the young man in Chinese clothes.
However, Sikong Jing said coldly: "If you dare to come here, your son will die!"
After threatening him heavily, he looked at Su Yuexi again and asked worriedly: "Yuexi, are you not hurt?"
"No, not long after they appeared, Brother Jing, you came back." Su Yuexi shook her head with a pale face.
As soon as she finished speaking, several other middle-aged people surrounding Mr. Wei on the other side shouted in a low voice: "Boy, let go of our young master, and then kneel down and apologize, otherwise this old man will die."
After saying that, several middle-aged men suddenly pressed knives on Mr. Wei's neck and stared at Sikong Jing.
At this time, the young man in fine clothes hanging on the gun also stopped screaming and threatened: "Young man from Canglong Domain, kneel down and strip your woman naked and send her to my bed, otherwise you will die.
It’s ugly.”
When Sikong Jing heard this, he put away his gun in vain...
With a pop, the young man in colorful clothes suddenly landed on the ground, and then he said with a ferocious expression: "You know...ah!"
Before he could finish his words, Sikong Jing pierced his other shoulder with another gun and raised it in the air again... He put the gun away not to let the young man in Chinese clothes go, but to let him know what it means to have trouble come from the mouth.
Then, Sikong Jing looked at several middle-aged people.
"I want to see which one is more important, your master's life or threatening me."
"If you dare to touch a hair on Mr. Wei's head, believe it or not, I will kill him right now?"
"I, Sikong Jing, am not one to be threatened."
The eyes of everyone in the audience flashed wildly. This boy with zero martial arts roots was so tough that he didn't even retreat in the face of such a scene.
After the young man in colorful clothes screamed a few times, he yelled again: "Bastard, do you know who I am?"
Snap!
Sikong Jing slapped him on the face out of thin air and sneered: "I don't know, I just know that if your people don't let Mr. Wei go, I will blow your head off with my next slap!"
