Meng Zhao pinched the dragon scales that were emitting fierce and fierce in his right hand with his fingers. His eyes flashed and he thought to himself,

"At the time when Sun Di was sent to the mountains of clouds and mists, he had to die for one's life, but if he wanted to return the same way, he would be even more dead and lifeless.

The reason why he was able to go down the mountain safely is probably because of the two dragon scales he carried with him."

One of the scales was presented to the Fire Dragon Cave by the owner of the Sun family to prove that the dragon laying eggs was not fabricated. The other one was secretly handed over to his illegitimate son to preserve and eventually fell into Meng Zhao's hands.

The dragon scales are derived from the extremely powerful pure-blooded dragon. They are neither gold nor iron, but they are better than gold and iron objects. They are extremely hard and have mysterious textures and terrifying auras on them, which can be used as casting materials.

However, in Meng Zhao's eyes, this dragon scale was the key to whether he could successfully find the young dragon hidden among the countless snakes and pythons in the valley at this time, and the success of escaping from here.

The dragon scales and the aura of the dragon come out together, which is very powerful to the snake and python beasts, especially the various snake and python insects in the dragon pond, just like a lion who will use the smell of urine to mark the territory and shock other lions.

Sure enough, when Meng Zhao took out the dragon scales from his arms, despite the long distance between them, the snakes and pythons at the bottom of the valley still changed, winding and crawling, and seemed restless.

It is obvious that with the vertically lower range of Meng Zhao's position at this time, no matter whether it is a giant python or a poisonous snake, they all escape at the fastest speed, as if they encounter natural enemies.

Tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of snakes and pythons swam, and even drowned out several large snake balls. It looked like a horror scene at the hell level. Anyway, Meng Zhao claimed to be extremely courageous and brave, and at this time he had a little acne on his abdomen and made a very ugly expression.

The snake tide surged out, and soon a blank space of about a hundred meters was empty. There was nothing on it except the stone surfaces intertwined by blue and white, and the broken and falling snake scales.

In this case, a little snake about five feet long and thin, covered with black scales all over the body, swam against the rock wall where Meng Zhao was, twisting left and right, and slightly blunt scales rubbed against the smooth stone surface, making a sizzling sound, and its body was very flexible and extremely fast.

Although the little snake is small, it has the aura of domineering power. As we pass by, whether it is a giant python as thick as a bucket or a triangular head, the very colorful and extremely poisonous snakes are all dispersed to both sides in a regular and fearful manner, fearing that they will block the little snake's path.

At the beginning, Meng Zhao did not notice the abnormal situation at the bottom of the valley, and was planning to take the dragon scales down for a longer distance to test whether he could attract the young dragon.

He couldn't do the trick of finding a needle in a haystack, but being a fisherman was not bad, and the dragon scales were his bait.

Then, I saw a very magical, black snake, as fast as the wind, crawling towards his place along the rough and uneven rock walls and vines.

Moreover, this little snake is not big, but it has a breath of a superior predator. In terms of strength, it is not worth laughing at. However, from the perspective of its origin, it is much more powerful than the ferocious beasts that Meng Zhao has seen.

Soon, the little thing had already approached a concave rock wall under Meng Zhao, and his tail was swung, as if a dignified army was lined up, swapping his slender bodies together, with his upper body straight towards the sky, and his head was directed towards Meng Zhao. A pair of golden and green vertical eyes were a little precaution and doubt.

When I was far away, I didn't realize it. I just thought it was a black snake. But when I got closer, I looked carefully, Meng Zhaocai was shocked and cheered, and his eyes were burning in his heart. God helped me too.

It's nothing more than how excited he is.

This is not a little snake. It is clearly a young dragon that can make the warriors in the world crazy, and even the emperor will order to capture it when he learns it.

I saw that his head looked like a horse's face, but small and exquisite green horns stretched out at both ends of his forehead, like jade, with huge eyes and bright spirits. There was a majestic and fierce aura in his vertical pupils.

What makes people even more funny is that there are slender dragon whiskers on the little guy's cheeks, and the lower jaw and head are all around him, and the furry but particularly majestic dragon mane is floating.

Looking at his raised body, there are obviously two shrinking dragon claws on both sides of the front section, one up and the other up, looking like the little feet of a fat white baby in humans.

Of course, the young dragon is much more cruel than a human baby. Although this guy may not have broken his shell for a long time, his strength is not weak. At least Meng Zhao felt that this thing actually poses a little threat to him.

"People say that the dragon's feet have three claws, but why does this young dragon have four claws? Is it a genetic mutation?"

Meng Zhao complained in his mind, resisted the violent heartbeat that was almost about to jump out of his chest, and used the method of breathing and breathing, three long and one short, and the gap was not heard in a dense way. The whole person perfectly merged with the breath of the dragon scales in his hand, round and flawless, and the wonderful method was natural.

This is the secret breathing technique in the secret script of the Red Dragon Dutian. People have breathing, and dragons also have it. The laws and regulations of breathing are even more mysterious and unpredictable. They have the ability to strengthen qi and blood and change their physique.

The method of practicing Qi that Meng Zhao revealed to Meng Jizu Meng Hongdao and others was one of them. Unfortunately, mortals could not use this to practice. If they had to use their skills, they would only backfire and hurt themselves.

Only a pride of heaven like Meng Zhao, who awakens the dragon body, can practice smoothly and stimulate all the wonderful uses of various breathing.

After Meng Zhao used the Red Dragon Breathing Method, the young dragon, who was originally a little confused and alert, became confused, but soon all of this confusion became intimate.

It was obvious that the two were still separated by about four feet apart, and the young dragon stretched out, jumped out, and then landed on Meng Zhao's body like a sharp arrow, and gently wrapped the dragon's body around Meng Zhao's arm holding the dragon scales, slowly tightened it, but it retained some room.

Meng Zhao couldn't tell what it felt at this time, surprise, fear, confusion, and more, it was a kind of closeness derived from physical instinct. Although the young dragon was small, he also had dragon energy, which he could feel.

Seeing the young dragon coiling around him like a child acting coquettishly, Meng Zhao knew that Tianyu would not take it, but instead suffered the blame.

The young dragon is now intimately connected with him because of the aura emitted by the dragon scales, but once the real dragon returns, this connection will be cut off.

So, after passing this village, there will be no more store. If you want to do it, you have to take advantage of the present.

Without hesitation, Meng Zhao kept kicking his feet, reversing the rules of gravity, climbed upward for about 30 meters and landed on a naturally formed rock platform.

The arm wrapped in the young dragon did not dare to make any moves, but stretched out his other hand, bit his middle finger, squeezed out a drop of purple light, and emitted a faint osmanthus fragrance.

Shortly after the blood breath was revealed, the young dragon seemed to be stimulated, twisting the dragon body wrapped around Meng Zhao's arm frantically, and the dragon head swayed.

Meng Zhao pressed the drop of blood at the center of the dragon horn of the young dragon without any effort. At the same time, his spirit spread and his soul imprinted. Following the blood as a medium, he created a very weak but real connection with the young dragon.

The young dragon's crazy behavior quickly soothed. Looking at Meng Zhao's vertical pupils, there was a little more intimate feeling that was definitely not because of the dragon scales, but because of the intimacy that only occurs after the soul is connected.
Chapter completed!