Not to mention Jia Jing was shocked by Canglang's words, he couldn't help himself.

Over there, Canglang continued to say, "However, those subordinates created by our fellow practitioners are actually wasting their own strength and time in the eyes of us born sacred!"

"What's the use of creating so many big ants? Any fellow student can crush a large area with every move. I really don't know what they are trying to do."

Jia Jing continued, “…”

Relaxed for a while.

Jia Jing asked again: "So, there are also those levels of division between you, right? For example, what you said, the fairy real person, etc."

“Where is the hierarchy?”

Canglang shook his head, "Although everyone has some gap in their power, they are essentially born sacred and all are of the same level."

"Just like you humans, there is a gap between martial arts masters and ordinary people? Can you still say that those ordinary people and martial arts masters are not the same species?"

"Of course, those fairies, even if they are far more extraordinary, are not in the same category as us!"

This is reasonable and reasonable...

Jia Jing nodded.JPG

...

After a while.

"In the legend of the grassland, the former Emperor of the Holy Martial Arts of the Mongol Yuan was a descendant of Canglang and Bailu, so the blood flowing in their bodies was called the golden blood. Is this true?"

Jia Jing looked gossipy.

"You must know that I, Canglang, is born to be sacred! If I really want to have some blood descendants in my life, how could it be so unbearable?"

Canglang corrected Jia Jing's thoughts, "The ancestor you mentioned was just that they went to the sacred mountain where I lived to avoid disaster. I saw that for the sake of their sincere offerings, they had taken action to protect them several times during this period!"

"Maybe it is because of these that people have misunderstood by spreading rumors!"

"Just like a young man in this tribe, he can be regarded as the first old friend I met after I woke up, so naturally I don't mind taking care of him for a few simple things..."

Having said this.

Canglang asked back, "Boy, let's talk about this 'comrade'. His intelligence should be quite low, right? Is it born like this, or is there another adventure? If it were born like this, why wouldn't he speak?"

"And you, where does the long sword in your hand come from? It doesn't seem simple!"

When Jia Jing heard this, his heart couldn't help but move.

But he replied calmly: "This white tiger was born like this, but there were no other adventures..."

"No! No!"

Canglang was immediately confused and shook his head repeatedly, "It shouldn't be like this, it can't be explained no matter how it is!"

But he could also feel that Jia Jing was not lying.

This is even more strange!

Canglang used force to use both claws, and the iron rod as thick as a arm was immediately bent to both sides.

Seeing this, Jia Jing couldn't help but feel shocked.

This wolf has such a great strength!

After wandering around the White Tiger for a few times, Canglang's eyes were full of confusion, "Looking carefully, the reason why it looks like this is clearly influenced by the power of a fellow practitioner! But you said that it was like this when it was born, that doesn't make sense..."

Distinguishing that the White Tiger is not born sacred like himself.

The White Tiger suddenly changed from the previous "comrade" to the "it".

But what Canglang didn't know was that the white tiger in front of him, which was flesh and blood, and very spiritual and intelligent, was actually an existence summoned by Jia Jing from his own system.

Isn’t it just that it’s born?

Suddenly, Jia Jing thought carefully about Canglang's unconscious words, and his heart couldn't help but move.

There was what Canglang said before, about being born sacred. When Jia Jing heard Canglang’s doubts again, he felt a little guess in his heart...

Looking at the wolf in front of him, Jia Jing's gaze couldn't help but become deeper.

...

Canglang thought about it for a long time, but he really couldn't understand the reason, so he stopped guessing randomly.

In Canglang's words, he is just a warrior who is good at fighting, so why should he learn from others to study things?

That thing is not your strength!

It would be thankless to dive in like this!

Let go of the White Tiger.

Canglang looked at the long sword in Jia Jing's hand again and asked Jia Jing, "What is the origin of this long sword in your hand?"

Jia Jing smiled and said, "If you want to say that the long sword in my hand was discovered on a huge rock when I went to a nameless cave to shelter from the rain. There was also a strange mirror with it."

Said.

Jia Jing put his hand into his arms and pretended to be picking up something.

In fact, Jia Jing quietly took out the bronze mirror seized from the monks and Taoists from the storage space.

"Fengyue Baojian?"

Canglang recognized the small mirror in Jia Jing's hand at a glance.

Suddenly, "You have indeed inherited the 'legacy' of that fellow practitioner. I said, why did you ask about any gods and monsters? This is that person's specialty!"

Speaking of this, Canglang glanced at Jia Jing deeply.

"However, that 'legacy' is not that easy to get!"

Jia Jing smiled and did not refute.

This was a bit beyond Canglang's expectations.

Later, Jia Jing's tone changed instantly, and he asked intentionally or unintentionally: "Then do you have any plans next?"

Faced with Jia Jing's little thoughts, Canglang, as a natural sacred person, has long experienced many years. How could he not understand Jia Jing's little thoughts?

I immediately looked at Jia Jing, and his eyes looked like a smile.

The words in his mouth were already cold, "You kid, you are still thinking about trying to attack me? You are quite brave!"

Jia Jing still had a slight smile on his face.

"Your condition is at its lowest point now. If I miss the opportunity in front of me, I will regret it in the future! So I have to give you a ride first!"

After saying that, Jia Jing waved the long sword in his hand and slashed at the Canglang in front of him with a long sword.

"I'll give me a ride first... The young man is not afraid of the wind and his tongue flashing!"

Canglang shouted angrily, "Don't think that if you get two treasures, you can deal with us, and you are born sacred! I will let you know what real power is today!"

"Silang Xiaoyue!"

"Aowu..."

A loud wolf howl suddenly resounded throughout the tribe camp.

In a trance, all the people who heard the howling of the wolf seemed to see a bright moon rising directly from the front.

At the same time, the flesh and blood on Canglang's body also bulged up at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Is this a big move?

Jia Jing's mind was calm and he became alert.

But what Jia Jing never thought was that after a howl, Canglang never rushed towards Jia Jing.

The Canglang flashed through the invisible sword light that was coming in an instant, then turned his head, and directly tore the wall of the yurt next to him with one claw, and ran away.

"That is, I just recovered from the dying state and could not distribute the power to fight. Boy, please wait. After I recover some of my strength, I will definitely go back to find you!"

"If you see you next time, it will be your death!"

The voice of Canglang came from afar. By the time the last word "death period" fell, it was already a little far away...

Jia Jing was stunned.

But the next moment, Jia Jing reacted.

"Want to run? Have you ever asked if the long knife in my hand agreed?"
Chapter completed!