The dragon's qi magic, also known as the power of the dragon, is a special power derived from the natural demigod guardian dragon.

In essence, the people of Tarot Village cultivate this kind of Qi, which is no different from the magicians who use the power of Weishandi and other dimensional existences to cast magic.

So, to put it bluntly, this power is not the learner's own.

No matter how high the attainments of Qi are, Tarot has a way to use the guardian dragon itself to directly deprive this kind of power——

Just like Xu Xiaoen's mother Xu Yingli.

But if Oaks learns this kind of power, he doesn't want it to be just borrowed.

After in-depth analysis, he discovered the deep connection between this power and life and nature, as well as the soul.

As he said to Sean and others, the "heart" that represents the soul and spirit, the "body" that represents the foundation of life, and the "technique" that assists in communicating with nature.

The three are harmonious as one, harmonious and complete, and only then can they reach the highest realm.

"I found that people themselves can cultivate their own "qi"."

Oaks first taught Xu Xialing the Way of Weaving Mist, but Sean and Yingnan were also listening in.

His analysis of the power of the dragon that Tarot has passed down from generation to generation was something that Yingnan had never thought of before, so even though she herself was the top practitioner of the power of the dragon in the village, she listened very seriously.

"But it's more difficult than cultivating the power of the dragon, and it's almost impossible to start from scratch without a foundation.

And if you have learned the power of the dragon, you can gradually change the nature of your own power. "

A cloud of emerald mist energy appeared in Oaks' hand, which was the "Mist Weaving Way" that he developed with the help of his water control properties by changing the power nature of his dragon power.

This power seems to duplicate its own healing spell, but it is actually different.

The healing power of natural magic is to give the life force of all things in nature to the recipient, so that they can recover from their injuries.

But the healing power of the Way of Weaving Mist is one more step.

"Cultivating oneself and giving the "Qi" full of life force to the recipient in the form of mist to help them recover from their injuries is the principle of the way of weaving mist to heal injuries."

The mist in Oaks' hands was changing, and Xia Ling and the three could clearly feel that it was different from the power of his own dragon.

"The power of life contained in qi comes from the refinement of the external energy by the caster, including the food eaten, the breathing and breathing that communicate with nature, etc., so remember not to overuse—

Unless you are prepared to sacrifice your life. "

He does not have this problem himself, and he can also use the bonus of the power of nature to expand the scale of the fog weaving.

But unless others can be compatible with nature to this extent, they will be limited by the scale of their own "qi".

But that's enough.

This is a whole new way of healing.

The most important thing is that once the Qi of Weaving Mist is successfully cultivated, it means that the cultivator has his own extraordinary power.

At this time, if you continue to use the power of Shenlong, its power will bless the Way of Weaving Mist, and if you don't use it, even if Shenlong takes action in person, it cannot deprive it of this power.

"The Qi created by the Way of Weaving Mist not only has the power to heal, but also can make the subject refreshed and clear-headed, and at the same time has a certain recovery of physical strength and defensive effects.

For attacking, even if the combat power is not as good as the pure dragon power, it is still extraordinary.

If you have enough qi, as long as you are not fatally injured, it is basically difficult to die. "

Oaks' description of qi made Xia Ling secretly clench his fists:

"If Mom had this kind of power in the first place, nothing would have happened."

"However, this power also has some side effects."

Seeing the incredible expressions on everyone's faces, Oaks touched his nose and poured cold water on them.

"Isn't the combat power strong? This is far from a problem!"

Sean glanced at his sister enviously and scratched his head:

"If Xia Ling healed my wounds, my combat power would be greatly improved!"

"So, brother, you are not suitable for practicing the way of weaving fog."

When Xia Ling heard this, she rolled her eyes and patted her brother's forehead helplessly:

"President Lin... No, don't you understand the essence of the power of the Way of Weaving Mist explained by the teacher? The source of your own qi."

She raised her chin slightly, with a righteous and awe-inspiring look:

"The side effect should be to become particularly able to eat... But teacher, you are probably thinking too much. What girl doesn't want the ability to eat more and not get fat?"

"It's true... I've neglected this point, as long as you're happy."

Oaks has no objection to Xu Xialing calling him "teacher", and this side effect is indeed a lot of people who want to cry...

Sean shook his head with a wry smile, but then smiled happily—

He couldn't believe it, was this still the younger sister who killed him before meeting?

However, it is undoubtedly a better thing for my sister to be able to untie her knot.

...

Just in the tense preparations of Tarot Village, time flies by.

At the dawn of the Qingming Festival, the water vortex portal of the Tarot Secret Realm reappeared in the cave, and the convoys of the Ten Rings Gang drove in continuously.

However, what they faced were the Tarot villagers who were fully armed and waiting.

Headed by the two young people, Xu Xiaoen and Xu Xialing.

On the other hand, Xu Wenwu, on the other hand, completely lost the kind smile he had always maintained outside.

"You've let me down again, Sean."

He took out a piece of paper that Sean had written to him before he left.

"Bah..."

He looked at his resolute son with no expression on his face, and slowly tore the letter paper in his hand to shreds:

"Boy, I've eaten more salt than you have eaten rice. It's not your turn to teach me what to do and what not to do."

"Dad, you were deceived by Soul Eater! Tarot has encountered such a situation in the past!"

Sean took a deep breath. With the help of his aunt, he learned the power of the dragon, and he was no longer afraid of his father.

But when his eyes turned to the ten rings on the opponent's arm, his eyes became complicated:

"Your ten rings are the reason why the monster tempted you to come, do you remember when you said that when your mother was killed, your memory was like a lake?

That monster has already affected you at that time, and it is the enemy of our whole family! "

"Oh? That is to say, has Tarot used this kind of indiscriminate means in the past to imprison the souls of the tribesmen?"

Xu Wenwu frowned, but then he heard the voice of "wife":

"Save me! Help me out!"

So his eyes flickered slightly, and he immediately firmed up again:

"I recognize my wife's voice."

"She's my sister, and I miss her as much as you do."

Yingnan, who was wearing a shirt and holding a long stick, spoke with a serious expression:

"But it's not right to honor her in this way, Tarot doesn't, and won't do as that monster told you--

Our history has records that the monster behind the door has existed for thousands of years, and that's true! "

"Different road non-phase plan."

Xu Wenwu shook his head, his eyes solemn:

"One last time, let me go!"

"Can't do it!"

"Knew it……"

Xu Wenwu tilted his head and ordered:

"Destroyed here!"

The battle begins.

With sufficient time to prepare, Xu Wenwu brought in a large number of members of the Ten Rings Gang, and many heavy weapons were also prepared.

But everyone in the Tarot uses supernatural dragon scale equipment, and almost everyone has the power of a dragon that can only drive dragon scale weapons.

This is the battle between the modern combat army and the fantasy gatekeepers.

In the first wave of attack and defense, both sides suffered damage.

But the Ten Rings Legion was shocked to find that with the bursts of emerald mist and the sound of water waves, the Tarot villagers who were knocked down or injured stood up again and rejoined the battle!

"what is this!"

Xu Wenwu, who knocked down Sean with a few punches, was shocked to see the mist shrouded in his daughter's hand, and the three young Tarot women who were also holding the mist behind her, but were much smaller:

"When did Tarot have this ability!"

Isn't this kind of healing power unique to the Druyin of Rendehui?

Although it doesn't look the same, his wife never told him that Tarot still has the inheritance of healing spells!

"You guys will grow up here?!"

Xu Wenwu looked at his son who got up with an ugly expression:

"Although I am grateful that he kept you from spending these years in a foreign country, he should not interfere in my family affairs--

Where is he? "

"If the president wants to intervene, you have no chance to come to Tarot at all!"

Sean wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth and resumed his attacking posture:

"The president said at the beginning that he wanted us to have a good talk... Since words can't make sense, we can only use fists, right?"

"……well said."

Xu Wenwu raised his eyebrows. The two sides fighting around seemed to have tacitly avoided the place of their father and son, but he glanced at the village in front of him and ignored his son's challenge, but walked straight over:

"Whether it's Tarot, or the confidence your president gave you, daring to take the initiative to challenge me is a huge improvement for you."

He walked slowly to the ancestral hall, put incense on the portrait of his wife enshrined in the center, turned around again to look at the son who followed, and nodded:

"Let me see ~lightnovelpub.net~ how far you've come during this time."

"boom!"

The ten rings flooded with azure blue plasma and slammed together with Sean's dragon scale long stick!

But as Xu Wenwu said, his more than a thousand years of combat experience is not something that Xu Xiaoen, a young man who has just come of age, can compete with his incomplete dragon power.

After a few punches, Xu Wenwu has perfectly explained the truth of "your father is your father" and beat Sean to the ground.

"When they found her, you just stood there watching, doing nothing, just standing by the window and watching her die!"

"boom--!"

The tenth ring burst into a splendid light, and Xu Wenwu's fists with unparalleled power slammed into the chest of Sean who had just climbed up, knocking him directly out of the hall and falling on the shore.

"Now, you finally have the courage to use the power she taught you, but against your father!"