C248 Wishful Thinking

It was just a small dragon, not even worth mentioning in front of Dalong.

In the face of the ridicule from the crowd, a faint smile still hung on Gao Feng's face. At the same time, he put down the Nine-vein Divine Sword on his shoulder and aimed it at Shee Zhengyi. With a thought, a huge dragon flew out from the blade of the sword, baring its fangs and brandishing its claws