1479 The Most Feared Person

"Who is that boy?"

Fang Lang's climbing and the gaze of a large group of people below naturally attracted the attention of Long Tiancai who was climbing Shenlong Road.

Suddenly, sharp eyes were cast on Fang Lang.

Fang Lang swept these gazes over, smiled, ignored them, and continued to get up.

"Hmph!" Seeing this, Long Tian couldn't help but snorted coldly, and continued to climb up.

Many talents in Jiaolong City climb Shenglong Road every day, with a total of 9999 steps. Even if they can't make it to the top, they can still build up their willpower through constant climbing.

Most of Jiaolong's talents rely on this to train themselves and enhance their strength.

The lower the lower level, the more talented the Jiaolong people are, and the higher the upper level, the fewer the number of people.

Therefore, at the beginning of the climb, Fang Lang attracted the attention of many people.

However, Fang Lang did not show any terrifying strength. He doesn't climb fast. Like those ordinary dragon geniuses, he has no bright spots.

After a long time, those climbing geniuses stopped paying attention to Fang Lang. They only thought Fang Lang was just an ordinary climber.

Even those below who knew the source of Fang Lang's identity couldn't help sighing, feeling speechless.

This is the son of Jiutiangong?

too weak!

It cannot be said that he is a weak person. After all, Fang Lang's performance is comparable to the genius of General Jiaolong.

However, compared with the horror of the ancient Jiutian Palace, this son who took ten million years to be born is really too weak.

You know, in ancient times, which one of the sons of the Nine Heavens Palace was not an invincible figure.

Basically, at that time, as long as the Holy Son was born, he would definitely be a world-shaking and unparalleled figure of his generation, and even the older generation and the strong would be willing to submit.

Even the son of Wushenyuan met the son of Jiutiangong, and he lost more than he won.

Although the Nine Heavens Palace has declined, in the hearts of Jiaolong people, they still think that the Nine Heavens Palace is terrible.

However, seeing Fang Lang today, all the children of the Jiaolong people had to admit that Xiao Jiutian Palace had really completely declined.

They are deeply saddened that an invincible inheritance has thus been inherited. The relatives of Fire Dragon King and Dragon Emperor are also confused. The former knew that Fang Lang's talent was definitely not that bad, while the latter found that the son that the Dragon Emperor valued was so unbearable and disappointing.

No matter what people think, Fang Lang at this time is still climbing up slowly.

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The more you climb, the more Fang Lang feels the pressure enveloping you.

Of course, with his strength, he can climb faster. However, Fang Langyou had his own plan. He needs to study how this compulsion arises and how it changes according to people's achievements.

In order to study these, Fang Lang deliberately slowed down, feeling the changes in pressure step by step, which made him misunderstood and felt unbearable.

Of course, Fang Lang was too lazy to listen to other people's ideas. He made some amazing discoveries.

"This is a rhythm. These pressure increases are regular, as if to follow a certain rhythm..." Fang Lang's eyes gradually lit up.

Under his induction, these increasing pressures are like beating notes on a piano, with some unknown rhythm.

Only human fighters will discover this problem. Children like dragons, and even dragon emperors, are fanatics who like to fight. No one will observe the way and changes of the rising dragon's coercion step by step like Fang Lang .

"Oh! Did my son climb Shenglong Road too? Well, it's interesting!"

In the magnificent palace, the Dragon Emperor smiled. He reached out to wipe the gap in front of him, and immediately a mirror image appeared, showing the scene of a dragon climbing in the field.

"I don't know if Xiao Jiutian Gong has been looking for his son for so many years, if he can climb up the Shenglong Road of my house." The elder of the Long clan said with a smile, and a star shone in his old eyes at this time.

All the elders below looked at the mirror image of the Dragon Emperor with powerful magic power.

As the No. 9 emperor who has been waiting for thousands of years, Fang Lang's performance on Shenglong Road touched everyone's heart.

More and more Jiaolong children began to gather on Shenglong Road, crowding the entire mountain road. Even in the sky, there are many children of Jiaolong watching.

"Huh? My son's speed is a bit slow!" Inside the palace, a leader of the dragon clan frowned.

Fang Lang's performance can only be regarded as average, similar to some geniuses of Jiaolong, but it is such a genius, there are many people in Jiaolong, if it can also become the emperor, then the joke is too big.

"This isn't a fake, is it?" Before that, some elders who opposed Fang Lang's entry into the Dragon Tomb hummed softly.

"He didn't use all his strength. Look carefully, he looks very relaxed." Dragon Emperor said, he looked at the fire with full eyes. Although he couldn't guess what Fang Lang was doing, he could feel that Fang Lang didn't try his best.

"Yes!" The elder also nodded. Some dragon powerhouses gradually discovered this problem.

Although Ye Pantian's climbing speed is not fast, compared with those dragon geniuses, he looks very relaxed, as easy as walking in an idle courtyard.

On the other hand, the genius of the Jiaolong people, every time he climbed a step, his face was very solemn, and even beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, obviously trying his best to climb.

In such a comparison, it is conceivable whether Fang Lang hides his strength.

"Strange, what is this boy hiding?" Elder Jiaolong couldn't help slandering secretly.

On the rising dragon road, Tian Ye didn't know the Dragon Emperor and all

The other elders of the dragon were watching him crawl. At this time, his eyes were so excited that he smiled and his face was full of joy.

"That's it. These gradually increasing pressures, like melodies, are arranged in the code of heaven and earth, as if they gather the infinity of the whole world. Boo!"

Fang Lang gasped.

When he got this result, he was shocked by his conclusion. The ancestors of Jiaolong simulated the vast world by controlling the pressure. It's just a means that God can have.

"Why did he do this?" Fang Lang was shocked, and couldn't help being a little puzzled. If he hadn't observed carefully, Jiaolong would not know that the monkey could find this secret by himself.

"Boom!"

Suddenly, there was a loud noise not far away.

The mighty aura suddenly surged madly, as if the whole sky was pressed down, and the thick and mighty energy rushed towards the strong dragon who was not far away.

"Ho!" I saw Jiaolong growl powerfully, get up forcefully, and take dozens of steps in a row, leaving the day behind.

"Strong. This is a strong man of Huang Wu level. He can mobilize the power of heaven and earth, far beyond the territory of King Wu." Fang Lang looked envious. ..