Not only that, the boy seems to be unadulterated, with fluffy on his mouth, but his muscles are strong and strong, like a little leopard.

"Cheng'er, don't be impulsive!"

At this time, the middle-aged man next to the boy spoke.

His hands and feet were thick, and his face was filled with wind and frost. It was a trace of his long-term fatigue, always with a hint of bitterness. He looked a little poor, but it was no different from ordinary hunters.

"That is an immortal seed that the Yuqing Dao vein has been raised for many years. If you shoot and kill it, wouldn't it be a provocation to this Xianzong of the world? What's more... cough cough..."

The middle-aged man seemed to be in poor health, so after saying a few words, he started to cough violently.

But in his words, he seemed to trust this nephew quite a lot, thinking that as long as the other party took action, he would definitely be able to kill a crane.

"Yes! Uncle!"

The young man obediently put away his bow and arrow, but said, "The military strategy is full of things. For generals, you should endure what others cannot tolerate. I understand this principle... Our goal this time is to take the blood of the dragon to treat your uncle, and also use it to improve my ancestral artifact, Dragon Scale Spear..."

"Dragon is a divine thing. Your uncle brings you here this time, but it's just a disaster..."
Chapter completed!