The correct way to open the elf

Chapter 200: Hit the Dragon in the Face
The dragon mingles in human society not just to get free food and drink, he has also learned humans' tricks of self-preservation very well.

Conrad vaguely guessed why his companions did not cast dragon language magic, but he had no way to retreat at this moment and could only risk his life.

When he flew to a hundred meters in front of the wooden platform where Feng Yu was, Conrad took off the crossbow hanging next to the saddle, and without saying a word, he suddenly fired at Feng Yu.

Feng Yu was no longer a weakling. With his sharp eyes, he had already seen Conrad's action. He took off the large fine gold shield behind him and blocked it lightly in his hand, thus deflecting the crossbow arrow that came in the wind.

At this time, Conrad and the giant dragon Clark were almost in front of Feng Yu. Conrad and the giant dragon slightly deviated from the course. He turned the dragon lance in his hand sideways, trying to wipe out the humans on the wooden platform when the giant dragon partner flew past the wooden platform.

Facing the dragon rider's spear sweeping across, Feng Yu threw the heavy gold shield in his hand with all his might.

The body of the dragon species is not very aerodynamic, and it is very difficult to maneuver when diving quickly. Feng Yu threw out his shield and rolled on the ground, rolling to the edge of the wooden platform where the dragon was about to pass by.

First there was an ear-piercing, sharp sound of metal clashing, and then the thick and long dragon lance, which had to be placed on the saddle of a giant dragon to be effective, hit the plain-looking giant platinum shield hard.

Conrad screamed. Although he was wearing special gloves, the vibrations from the dragon lance still made his hands inside the gloves bloody.

The golden dragon also roared, because the saddle was installed on his back, and the dragon lance was fixed on the saddle.

Clark's dive combined with Feng Yu's brute force, the dragon lance made of fine iron collided with the dwarf's handmade fine gold heavy shield. The violent collision between metal and metal created a shock with extraordinary destructive power.

Clark's roar was immediately swallowed back.

Feng Yu threw out his shield and rolled to the edge of the wooden platform. The next moment, the roaring Clark passed by the platform.

Feng Yu lay down and kicked Clark's rear door... and the dragon's belly on one side.

Not only that, Feng Yu also reached out and grabbed Clark's wing, pushing him down hard.

Clark was kicked back into the stomach by Feng Yu in anger because of the roar of the trembling dragon knight's spear. He groaned, and then felt that one of his wings could no longer flap, and he fell sideways to the ground.

Kicking doors and committing fraud, climbing onto high-speed trains without buying tickets, Clark has never encountered such a shameless person since his debut. He had no time to react and made an emergency landing on the alluvial plain.

Feng Yu was not having an easy time either. He let go of the dragon's wings at the last moment before the golden dragon made an emergency landing. He rolled on the ground for several times before coming to a stop. The black mud mixed with the green grass juice splashed on his body, forming an abstract painting.

Feng Yu, with his old waist, couldn't do a somersault. It had nothing to do with strength or flexibility. It was simply because his motor reflex nerves didn't have this program at all.

Feng Yu rolled over and got up, and ran to the giant dragon which was spitting out mud with a mouthful of mud. Before the dragon could react, he pulled Conrad off his back.

At this time, Conrad was already dizzy from the roar of the dragon lance and Clark's forced landing. He felt his body lighten, and when he opened his eyes, he found that Feng had grabbed the armor behind his neck and was holding him in his hand.

Just as he was about to speak, he felt a chill in his ears, stars appeared in front of his eyes, and he fainted. It was all thanks to Feng Yu's slap in the face.

After a crisp sound, Feng Yu let go of Conrad and let him fall limply to the ground.

The head structure of dragons is different from that of humans. Their eyes are like those of birds, located on both sides of their heads. Although he looked a little embarrassed as he was coughing mud out of his mouth, one of Clark's big eyes was facing Feng Yu.

When he saw Feng Yu let go of the limp Conrad and walked towards him, he hurriedly spoke, but before he could say anything, Feng Yu had already rushed to his side and kicked the ferocious big head.

"A duel between knights, right!" Bang!

"Summoning my mount, right!" Bang!

"You thought everything would be fine just because I didn't do anything when you flew over here, right?" Bang!

"Are you as cute as Connor-chan? How dare you act cute in front of me?!" Bang!

Kick after kick, Feng Yu swung his big feet and kicked hard at the golden dragon's head.

Anthony, Herbert and others were running over here, and Bori was also running over here with a messenger riding a horned deer, because they saw from afar that Feng Yu threw out his shield and disappeared on the wooden platform with the dragon.

When they ran not far away, they were all stunned.

The corner of old man Anthony's eye twitched, and Herbert's demon hunting rifle slipped from his hand. The elf messenger pulled the reins too hard, and the horned deer man stood up. Bori, who was sitting behind him, slipped down and squatted on the ground.

What appeared before their eyes was a giant golden dragon struggling to get up.

The giant golden dragon was originally shining brightly and looked very majestic, but now its head and body were covered with black mud. As soon as it struggled, Feng Yu kicked it and it staggered, leaving it no room for resistance.

When Feng Yu swung his leg and kicked at the golden dragon again, the dragon head in front of his feet suddenly turned into a shadow. He kicked with great force but missed the target. He also lost his balance and fell on the slippery mud.

Feng Yu thought the golden dragon had used magic. Before he could regret not picking up the platinum shield and coming over again, he found that the huge golden dragon had disappeared, and a blond... strong man kneeling on the ground appeared in its place!
"Has he been beaten to reveal his true form?"

Feng Yu was still in a daze, but Clark was not. Facing unknown weapons and the elven grand mage, he had already been tolerant. When Feng Yu came over, he was still thinking about saying a few harsh words and then turning the page.

But what did the dragon get in return for his kindness? He was beaten up without any reason, and in front of so many people, would Clark still be able to keep his dragon face? Would Clark still be a dragon in the future? !
But no matter how angry he was, Clark still knew what to do. Although he didn't know which of the two great elven magicians the old elf behind him was, which of the old and strong elven magicians was easy to mess with!

And those black weapons that make loud noises and flashes of fire are definitely not dwarven muskets and have the ability to hurt oneself.

So Clark didn't kill him. He got up and rushed to Feng Yu who was already crawling up. He took a stance, raised his muddy hand, and slapped Feng Yu in the face.

If you hit someone, you have to hit them in the face to vent your anger!
(End of this chapter)