"Ouch!"

The eldest brother lay lazily at the door of the green tea shop in Shenxiang of Wofeng Emperor Capital, scratching the wooden door with his paws from time to time.

"Um…"

"That friend of mine is very reliable." The door opened, and Green Tea, who looked sleepy, moved a bench and sat at the door.

He is very depressed.

Why does Boss Qin come to him, a second-level weakling, every time he encounters trouble?

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Young Dragon War King Academy.

Thousands of sword lights and fish jumped out of the cracks in the air, and the air gradually became dull.

There was a hint of fear in Linglong's eyes, this power...

Ninth level strong man!

And he is also the swordsman among swordsmen!

Baihua Sword Immortal slowly walked out of the crack, his dead eyes inadvertently turned to Qin Feng, disgusted, disgusted, disgusted, still disgusted.

"I wonder what the purpose of Senior Sword Immortal coming to our Young Dragon Dynasty is?"

"Did you let me speak?"

Silver sword light flashed, Linglong was stunned for a moment, and the next second, one of her arms was broken.

"Don't dare!"

Linglong hurriedly lowered her head, her body trembling slightly.

The slender arm that fell on the ground turned into a giant dragon claw at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Qin Feng's eyes lit up, he took out his handkerchief and wiped the blood stains on his face gracefully, slowly put on his gray mink fur coat, and walked towards the broken dragon arm.

In front of everyone, he reached out and patted it, then threw it into the ring.

Looking at this scene, Linglong and Tatsumi's face was so pale that his eyes were about to burst.

"big…"

"call out!"

Before Qin Feng finished speaking, a strand of hair fell to the ground.

Blinking his eyes, looking at Baihua Sword Immortal's cold and disgusting eyes, Qin Feng silently retreated to where he was.

Can't beat it.

really!

Mr. Green Tea is definitely a master! He can actually recognize this ninth-level swordsman!

"Haw!"

The treasure-hunting squirrel quickly poked its head out, climbed onto Qin Feng's shoulders with its short legs, put its hands on its hips, and its plump little face was full of energy!

"Goo!"

The feathers on the head of the thunder pigeon on the side were swaying happily, and it kept taking small steps in place. Qin Feng couldn't help but stretched out his hand to rub its head.

The little fat pigeon has started to cling to itself recently.

Good.

The training ground became extremely silent, and Dean Shit and Dean Meng Jiang broke out in cold sweat.

This is a strong ninth-level swordsman! A being who cuts off the arm of an eighth-level peak prison dragon with a single sword! An old monster who never comes out of the world! Who dares to say anything?

"What's your name?" Baihua cast a sidelong glance at the trembling prison dragon.

"Ling...Linglong." Linglong was so frightened that she almost cried. This was the first time in her life that she had seen a ninth-level powerhouse.

He is also a swordsman riding a horse!

The Young Dragon Dynasty also has a ninth-level powerhouse, but he has been in seclusion for several years and has never shown his face.

"So what if the big one bullies the small ones? Did you say this?"

"Wan, wan... This junior is wrong!" Crystal tears overflowed from the exquisite eyes, and the tears were like pear blossoms and rain.

The eighth-level peak, a strong man of the Prison Dragon Clan with a arrogant personality, was suddenly frightened into tears by just one sentence!

"It's a son's fault. Call your master here in three minutes, or I'll cripple your arm again." Holding a cup of tea, Baihua Sword Fairy sat casually next to a silver flying sword.

"yes…"

Reaching out to wipe the tears from her eyes, Linglong hurriedly closed her eyes to communicate with the current young dragon emperor, Long Tian, ​​who was in retreat.

For a moment, she breathed a sigh of relief. Through the soul contract, she had informed the other party of this matter, and Long Tian would arrive in a moment.

"Retaliation when there is a grudge, revenge when there is a grudge, that's what I said." Baihua Sword Immortal lowered his head and took a sip of tea.

Hearing this, Long Quan's expression suddenly changed as he lowered his head in the crowd.

As expected.

Qin Feng was walking towards him with the fat purple pigeon with a smile on his face.

"Don't you want my little fat pigeon?" When he came to Long Quan, Qin Feng couldn't help but reveal a playful smile.

"Goo!"

Thunder Dove shook its head angrily, a thunder feather quickly condensed, and then it was shot hard at Longquan's butt!

Long Quan's complexion turned pale, his face wrinkled into a daisy, and traces of cold sweat began to drip down his forehead.

"Break the soul contract between your two pet dragon beasts."

"Okay!" Long Quan gritted his teeth, and the connection with the two dragons was instantly broken in his mind.

The soul-breaking pain hit him, and he couldn't help but tremble with pain. His lips were as dry as a frog in the desert that lacked water.

"And you said you were going to break one of my arms?"

Without hesitation, Long Quan took out the Sawtooth Shark Sword and slashed it across his arm!

Looking at Long Quan who was clenching his teeth, Qin Feng smiled without feeling any pity in his heart.

If he hadn't called for help from Green Tea in time, he would have been the one who lost his arm and contracted the soul pet.

"Be bold!"

A dragon roar suddenly sounded in mid-air, and a figure of a hundred-meter-long prison dragon came galloping over. Above it stood a middle-aged man wearing a gilt dragon robe.

The Baihua Sword Immortal who was sipping her tea let out a cold snort, and several invisible sword energy silently shot into the sky.

moment.

Ear-shattering screams and wails rang out, and dark, bloody rain fell from the sky.

"Who allowed you to fly above me?"

There were bursts of roaring sounds from the ground, the dust dispersed, and a handsome dragon-horned middle-aged man wearing jet black armor and the current emperor of the Young Dragon Dynasty, Long Tianlang, crawled out of the pit in embarrassment.

Covering his arm that had been penetrated by the sword energy, the disheveled Long Tian had a look of horror on his face.

This is the eighth-level Panlong suit I am wearing! It can defend against several attacks from the ninth-level strong men, and the pet bell on the side is even the top desolate beast Prison Dragon!

"Are you okay, husband?"

Linglong hurriedly ran towards the middle-aged Longjiao Bell and couldn't help but look at his physical injuries.

After a while, she breathed a sigh of relief. It was just a superficial injury and the other party was not serious.

After adjusting his Panlong suit, Long Tian anxiously walked towards Baihua Sword Immortal who was calmly drinking tea: "Long Tian of the Young Dragon Dynasty respectfully welcomes Senior Sword Immortal to this place."

"Do you have money? I'm short of money."

Long Tian was stunned and hurriedly took out a handful of lavender black crystal cards from the ring: "Senior, I only have two hundred million with me, is that enough?"

"Um."

Taking the Xuan Jing card from Long Tian's hand, Baihua Sword Immortal threw it into the ring.

Today I plan to spend a year in solitary confinement at Feilaifeng.

Before going into seclusion to pursue the mark of life, I went to Emperor Wo Feng to secretly look at my sister, and found out that her monthly salary was only one hundred Xuan Jing.

This made him very angry.

Two hundred million should be enough for my sister to spend.
Chapter completed!