Ji Taoist

"Wake up, wake up!"

"No, this dragon man is still alive and dead, what does it matter what he does?"

"After all, we met here. They are all of the same race, so we can't just leave it alone. Let's take it back and ask the priest to take a look~"

"Ah? He is an alien dragon, and the dragon transformation is not complete. He is obviously transformed from the human race..."

The leading man looked at Yan Buzhi, who was seriously injured and unconscious, and then at the woman next to him, and said, "We are all members of the same clan after all."

There are fewer and fewer dragons these days, and those who are willing to take the initiative to transform themselves into dragons are too rare. Now is the time when the dragon tribe needs to replenish its manpower.

These people are not ordinary monks, nor are they dragon-men like Yan Buzhi who transform into dragons but do not look like monsters. They are real dragon-men.

The scales all over the body are only found on the forearms of both hands, and the hands have transformed into dragon claws to a certain extent. Apart from these, he only has two horns on his head, and the rest of his appearance is similar to that of a normal person.

A normal dragon man can reveal his dragon scale armor at any time. After all, this is a dragon man's life-saving ability. The existence of dragon scale armor can significantly improve the physical defense.

Regarding Yan Buzhi, they could tell at a glance that the dragon man was seriously injured and unconscious, but he would not die in the vast sea. The dragon man still had the ability to breathe underwater.

But looking at him like this, it's almost as if he's dead.

With no mana left, half of the body was broken, the internal organs were exposed, and the whole body was almost shattered with fractures. How could he still be alive like this?

The man looked at Yan Buzhi's tightly clenched fist and nodded.

He must have encountered great despair and was lucky enough to escape. He was unwilling to die like this.

This is exactly the same as the dragon tribe.

Soon, a group of dragons carried Yan Buzhi into a group of underwater palaces. The nearby dragons looked at it with a strange look on their face:

"Wang Chao, what did you pick up again?"

"Is that a dragon?"

"Come on, we don't have enough food here, are there new people here?"

The leading man responded in a deep voice: "Everyone, at this time when the life and death of the Dragon Race is at stake, one more person will bring more strength!"

"Oh, stop talking about this. I'm tired of hearing it."

"You can find something to eat and come back. I can hardly open the pot at home."

"That's right."

The woman next to me shouted angrily: "You guys!"

"Okay, no need to say more." Wang Chao shook his head and led Yan Buzhi into the palace.

There are many reliefs in the main hall, engraved with the origin and past of the Dragon People. This is their history.

On the altar in the center, an old dragon man was leaning in front of the cauldron, stirring something unknown with a stick.

"Priest, we picked up a dragon man outside, but he seems to be dying. Can you help take a look?" Wang Chao said.

"Put it up, cough cough cough."

The old dragon coughed a few times, and several people hurriedly carried Yan Buzhi to the altar.

He turned around, looked at Yan Buzhi, who was not completely transformed into a dragon, and frowned: "Where did you pick him up?"

"Even in that Soul Mountain, I don't know how he ended up there."

"Um...Okay, you go wait outside first."

"yes."

Wang Chao and others left the place. The old dragon scooped up a bowl of contents from the pot, pinched Yan Buzhi's cheek and fed him in.

At this moment, Yan Buzhi's body shook suddenly, and it became more and more violent.

"This thin line of life and death soup is really the thin line between life and death. Whether you can survive depends on whether your life is strong enough." The old dragon man said, turned around and continued to stir the cauldron.

Half an hour passed.

Yan Buzhi suddenly woke up from his coma, with a bad breath in his chest and his face turned red!

The old dragon man noticed something and hit Yan Buzhi in the chest with a stick!

"puff!!!!"

A puff of black air suddenly spurted out from Yan Buzhi's mouth, and he suddenly felt refreshed.

"What am I?"

"Are you awake? You are lucky. You are the first to survive after drinking my soup." The old dragon man put down his stick, put out the fire and turned around with a smile.

Yan Buzhi looked up and was stunned for a moment when he saw the familiar horns: "Dragon Man?!"

"What's so strange, aren't you also a dragon?"

Yan Buzhi stood up with difficulty. The wounds on his body hurt slightly, but they seemed to have improved a lot.

But Yan Buzhi knew that it would be impossible to recover from his injuries based solely on his physical body's recovery speed.

"Did you save me?"

"That's right, it was Wang Chao and the others who brought you back."

"Wang Chao? Are there other dragon people?"

The old dragon man thought for a while and said, "This is the Wanlong Palace of the dragon tribe."

Yan Buzhi took a deep breath, cupped his hands and said, "Thank you very much. It's hard to repay the kindness of saving my life."

"No, I don't like what others owe me. Since you want to repay, go find Wang Chao outside and help Wanlong Palace tide over the difficulties first."

"Um?"

The old dragon man said nothing, just waved his hand to let him leave.

Yan Buzhi was confused and bowed out of the palace.

The old dragon man continued to stir the cauldron and murmured: "Is it him?"

Soon, as soon as Yan Buzhi came out, he saw several dragon men sitting on the steps and walked over.

Those people also turned around and stood up, looking at Yan Buzhi: "Are you awake?"

Wang Chao cupped his fists and said, "I'm Wang Chao from the Xialong tribe. What do you call me?"

"I...hehe, I am Yan Buzhi. Thank you to some fellow Taoists for saving me." Yan Buzhi paused, suddenly laughed a few times, and gave his real name.

Because he felt that his real name or fake name was no longer important, as long as someone was watching him, it would be the same whether he changed his appearance or his name.

In this case, there was no need to hide it.

Wang Chao nodded: "Friend Yan, since you have woken up, I wonder what your plans are?"

"I have nowhere to go. If the Dragon People are willing to take me in, then I want to stay here." Yan Buji shook his head.

Burying his desires deep inside, he needed a force to support him, a force that could compete with the sages!

Didn't those sages claim to have seen through fate?

The Dragon People are a good place. They were cursed with blood by the sages, so there was no reason not to hate them!

So Yan Buji had to integrate into it and develop with the help of the Dragon People's foundation, at least there would be a possibility of further development.

Wang Chao smiled, he didn't seem to see that Yan Buji was thinking so much, and said: "That's good, there is not much food in the Ten Thousand Dragons Palace, we have to go out and find food quickly."

Hmm?

Yan Buji looked puzzled: "Such a large dragon tribe, can't find food?"

"This place is too barren." The female dragon next to him rolled her eyes at Yan Buji, and asked with her hands on her hips: "Do you know where this is?"

"Isn't this the Wanlong Palace of the dragon tribe? The old man inside told me."

"But the Wanlong Palace is now in the boundless trench, which is one of the ten most dangerous places in the five domains!"

Boundless trench? !

Yan Buji's face changed and he took a deep breath.