The dragon looked at the people resting below, but another thing came to his mind, which was the dragon memory that he had awakened before.
Time was tight at the time, so he didn't have time to think about it much. Now that he has free time, he can't help but recall that memory.
It should have been an unknown amount of time since the events in this memory, so Long Xiangtian was not worried that his bloodline would be involved in any past grudges. However, Long Xiangtian still did not intend to easily expose his dragon bloodline. A man is innocent but guilty of possessing a treasure. The bloodline in his body is more than just a "treasure".
He was very sad when his mother deprived him of his divine vein. However, his mother probably could not have imagined that in just one year, he already possessed the dragon bloodline that was no weaker than the divine vein. When Long Xiangtian thought of this, he felt inexplicably sad.
However, the dragon bloodline that he awakened was really broken, and the era in which that little dragon lived was obviously much earlier than Long Xiangtian's now. It is possible that it was in ancient times. However, the dragon bloodline and memory brought him not only strong physical strength and unparalleled talent, but also improved the earth-level martial art "Dragon Roar Jue" that his predecessor gave him.
Speaking of the "Dragon Roar Art", it is an extremely powerful martial art. After all, it is at the same level as the "God-killing Finger" and "Nine Nethers". However, because Long Xiangtian has never seen a real dragon roar, he has never been able to discover its true power. In fact, Long Xiangtian has not used this martial art for a long time, which is a waste of talent.
But now it is different. Long Xiangtian has the blood of the dragon clan in his body. Not only can he maximize the power of "Dragon Roar Art", but it will even be a bit more powerful. Long Xiangtian believes that when he performs "Dragon Roar Art" with the blood of the dragon clan, it is the real dragon roar.
Long Xiangtian felt a little bored, after all, everyone had just entered the Out-of-Dust Forest, so there was no unusual movement. However, at this moment, Long Xiangtian suddenly remembered the jade slip that Mo Hong had given him before, and he took it out directly and crushed it decisively. Suddenly, pictures and texts appeared in Long Xiangtian's mind.
The figure that appeared in the picture in Long Xiangtian's mind was Mo Hong. At this moment, Mo Hong seemed to be standing in front of Long Xiangtian, but Long Xiangtian knew that this was just a shadow.
He originally just wanted a secret book, but he didn't expect Mo Hong to be so thoughtful. He not only recorded the spear technique, but even used his mysterious power to create a shadow and demonstrated it to Long Xiangtian.
Long Xiangtian watched the shadow wielding the spear, and at a glance he saw the difference between Mo Hong's spearmanship and the Wang family's spearmanship. The Wang family's spearmanship was hard, while Mo Hong's was soft. It was hard to say which was stronger or weaker, as they each had their own characteristics, but their power was certainly not bad.
However, Mo Hong's spearmanship was created by himself after all, and it was obviously not as sophisticated as the Wang family's spearmanship. However, Long Xiangtian still benefited a lot from watching Shadow dance with the spear.
After the dance, Long Xiangtian was stunned, his mind was full of the spear shadow just now. Not only that, the Wang family's spear technique was also echoing in Long Xiangtian's mind. Long Xiangtian's goal was to learn from the strengths of these two skills, integrate them, and create a stick technique of his own.
Long Xiangtian originally wanted to combine the strength of Wang family's spear technique with the softness of Mo Hong's spear technique to create a natural stick technique, but for some reason, Long Xiangtian always felt that something was missing, and this feeling prevented him from integrating the two spear techniques no matter what.
"Wenhao, please keep an eye on the surroundings for me. I need to sense something." Long Xiangtian wanted to calm down and think about it, but he couldn't calm down because he still needed to control his spiritual sea to check the surroundings. So he had to ask Wenhao to help him. After all, among this group of people, Wenhao was the strongest besides himself.
"Okay." Wen Hao was resting downstairs, and when he heard what Long Xiangtian needed to comprehend, he immediately agreed. After all, opportunities for enlightenment are not available anytime and anywhere, and resting for him is not important.
When the people below heard that Long Xiangtian was going to comprehend something, they all looked at Long Xiangtian curiously, wanting to see what Long Xiangtian could comprehend.
Long Xiangtian didn't care about the people's gazes on him, but closed his eyes. With the protection of the literary giant, his mind soon became calm. In Long Xiangtian's mind, the two spear techniques were demonstrated in turn, but every time Long Xiangtian wanted to combine the two spear techniques into one, he always felt a little awkward.
Suddenly, a butterfly appeared in Long Xiangtian's mind, no, an elegant figure. This figure was Jiang Lingwen whom Long Xiangtian had seen at Jiang's house. Jiang Lingwen's dance at this moment was the same dance that had caused Long Xiangtian to enter the "other side" realm again.
The three figures alternated in Long Xiangtian's mind, but Long Xiangtian did not feel any discomfort at all, even the awkward feeling he had at the beginning disappeared.
Gradually, Long Xiangtian was surprised to find that Wang Jia's and Mo Hong's spear skills were merged into one so smoothly, and together with them also merged that beautiful figure. In fact, Long Xiangtian's spear skills seemed to have become more advanced because of the appearance of this beautiful figure.
However, Long Xiangtian didn't have time to think about it. He took out the Fang Tian Stick and started to dance with a feeling of no self in the world. The Fang Tian Stick in his hand was like a part of Long Xiangtian's body, dancing naturally with Long Xiangtian's body. Long Xiangtian didn't have any mysterious power, but this stick technique made people feel very mysterious.
The most surprising thing was that Long Xiangtian was standing on an ordinary tree at this time, but no matter how big Long Xiangtian's movements were, he did not fall from the tree. Not even a leaf fell from the tree, as if Long Xiangtian had disappeared from the world.
The people and literary masters who were resting below were all shocked by Long Xiangtian's stick technique. Even if they were stupid, they could tell at a glance that this stick technique was definitely not simple. In fact, the most important thing was not the stick technique, but the state of selflessness of Long Xiangtian who used this stick technique, which made everyone envious.
After an incense stick, Long Xiangtian slowly stopped, but his eyes were not open, as if he was quietly waiting for something. Long Xiangtian gently dropped the stick on the tree trunk, and the leaves fell down instantly, leaving only the bare tree trunk, which was very strange.
"From now on, my spearmanship, Long Xiangtian, will be called Hunyuan Spearmanship."