Super Dragon Cultivation System

Yunzhongling, the most western continent of Yitiantian, has a hundred-square-foot space-time portal.

Zhang Xing came to the portal and lifted his foot into it.

A moment later, the light flashed, and an ice-cold scene appeared in front of him.

The raging squall wind blew to the south at one breath, and crooked to the east at the next.

There is no law at all.

"How did you get here?"

Zhang Xing knew that this place should be a bitter cold place in the north of Double Sky.

It is also the last territory of the Terrans.

Space-time teleportation is random and has no fixed location.

Zhang Xing looked at the surrounding environment, which was worse than rumored.

Some people say that although the cold and bitter land in the north does not have any grass, it is always cold.

But the air is good.

It seems that it is not good at all.

Walking on the road has been suffering from cold wind.

Ordinary people simply cannot survive here.

The monks must continue to work their spiritual power outside to withstand the wind and cold.

However, such a bad climate has little effect on the divine realm and the holy realm.

The reserve power of a race is developed from the lowest ethnic group.

Obviously, the people here have reached an unsustainable level.

Zhang Xing recognized the direction and flew towards the south.

After flying for half an hour, suddenly, Zhang Xingshen looked at an iceberg on the ground in the distance.

A group of people are fighting at the foot of the iceberg.

What surprised Zhang Xing was that he saw a few people from the Dragon family, only six.

Fighting with them is a dozen ethnic young people.

Human young people are obviously not rivals of the dragon dragons.

Five or six young people have been injured at this time.

The rest were also knocked to the ground in a panic and lost their ability to fight back.

"Haha! Human race boys, if you are unlucky, we have taken away the Bingling grass, and we have taken your life!"

It is a white-faced dragon, and he is not too old in appearance.

"Your cold-blooded gangsters, executioners!"

A young man (body sh n) in a black robe wiped the blood on the corner of his mouth with a sleeve and hated.

"Haha! You are humans, we are demons.

Now your tribe is dead. It's our turn to eat your tribe, haha! "

Laughed another toad-like toad-like dragon.

The big-mouthed dragon said, walking to a young man (body sh n) in a hurry.

He sneered on his face, slowly raised his feet, and slowly stepped on the face of a young ethnic man lying on the ground.

"Well! Fine-skinned ((rourou) rou), I like it best!"

While talking, the big-mouthed dragon scratched the young man's face with his toes.

For such insults, the eyes of young people and their friends around them hate fire, and the teeth bite.

But they have no ability to fight back, they can only lie on the ground and endure humiliation.

"Then I'll try the new ones first. It's not easy to come once, and people who can eat fresh ((meat rou) rou) don't even miss this trip!"

The big-mouthed dragon said, his neck twisted hard, and it suddenly extended over a meter in length.

Immediately afterwards, his entire head suddenly became a faucet.

Wow!

The drool in the big mouth suddenly fell on the young man's face, and almost smothered the young man.

Chen Long could not wait any longer, he opened his mouth wide and bit the young man's thigh.

"Jiang Han!"

"stop!"

Two terrible but helpless and poor voices came from the mouth of the young man lying on the ground.