Long Liyue's smile, "Just like it." The rotation, she pointed at the long baby who was sleeping over there and asked, "Yes, it is ..."
"It is called Longbao." Zhao Fan shrugged his shoulders and said truthfully: "At first I picked up an egg, and I had a stomach.
The one to me, I regarded me as a loved one. "
"Egg? Broken shell?"
Long Li stunned for a moment, shook his head and laughed: "It's a strange little guy. My Shenzhou Dragon clan is not from the eggs. Like the human race. Only the exotic dragon, especially the West, will it be used as an egg.
Methods to breed ethnic groups. "
Zhao Fan also stunned. For the first time, he knew that Huaxia's dragon and the Western dragon were completely different.
I talked about the East China Sea again.
Long Li couldn't hold back the feelings of his hometown, so he couldn't wait to say: "Zhao Fan, remember to go to me to play, I'll go home first."
"Hmm ..." Zhao Fan nodded and laughed: "I will definitely go."
"I am waiting for you in the Dragon Palace." The next moment, Long Li turned into a white light, directly penetrating into the wall, disappearing in Zhao Fan's sight.
Zhao Fan was staying at the wall of the secret room for a while, and then swept the sleeping dragon that was cooked over there, and took out the "Tianshi Secret Record" and turned directly to the last side. This is a newly added new addition.
Book, just wrote some characters in the first few pages.
Zhao Fan went down the mountain to follow up, and there are very few visibles that are worth loading. Today, I have encountered unprecedented events!
Immediately afterwards, he took the pen and ink and wrote while reviewing.
In one breath, I wrote as many as three pages. Zhao Fan moved, and drew the dragon's Bailong body and the appearance of an adult dragon girl on the fourth and fifth pages.
"Perfect."
He closed "The Secret of the Sky Master" and put it into Jialan Xuya Yu.
At this time, Zhao Fan had an indescribable excitement and pride, because in the vein, he was the only one who told the dragons to such real and meticulous, including the division of the realm.
And the dragon's Bailong body, not to mention the color, the form alone, is generally consistent with the pattern circulating in the world, only has a slight deviation.
It can be seen that in history, there are really seen dragons. Otherwise, how can it be so similar if the acupoint is windy?
Zhao Fan stood up, and his eyes closed slightly.
This symbolizes that she breaks the seal of the dragon, and she gives her to herself as a gift to repay her. It is the creation of this!
Nympho
The backyard of the home house, on the well.
"Zhao Wuzun has been going on for so long ... Haven't come out yet?" Ji Wufeng began to doubt whether there was really a rare treasure opened on the closure secret room opened on the ancestor. Suddenly, he saw a white light in the well under the well!
At the speed of the white light at the speed of the thunder, Fu shaken up.
When Ji Wufeng raised his head, Bai Guang seemed to disappear in the sky like Changhong, and he stunned: "Baihong Guanri, this is a sign of the axters!"
"Mo Fei, Zhao Wuzun encountered unexpectedly, so there would be a sign?" Ji Wufeng stared at the well water. He did not have Zhao Fan in his heart.
, Everything is empty!
"Wait another hour, don't show up again, I will go down and see, it's best to die." Ji Wufeng performed at that time, but it was actually distressed. Because the other party was Wu Zun, it made him martial arts.
Peng Khan, the guardian of the monsters, lost or even fell. Even if he broke his teeth, he had to swallow his stomach ...
What made him despair was that after only half an hour, there were huge fluctuations in the calm water surface underground!
Jiangzhou Wu Zun and Snow White Samoyed floated up into the air together and then landed on the ground.
"It doesn't look like anything is wrong at all..." Ji Wufeng understood that he was overthinking, so he smiled flatteringly and said, "Zhao Wuzun, are you satisfied with what you gained in the seclusion room?"
While he was talking, he looked at the Samoyed beside him strangely. His hair was not even wet. On the other hand, Jiangzhou Wu Zun's hair and clothes were stained with water.
As everyone knows, the baby dragon's body is also wet, and the transformed appearance of "Samoyed" will not be affected at all even if it climbs into a fire pit.
"I am barely satisfied. You are now forgiven for your offense against me. If you do it again, your entire family will be killed." Zhao Fan's plain tone seemed to contain overwhelming domineering power.
Ji Wufeng turned pale with fright, knelt down and put his forehead on the ground, and said gratefully: "Thank you Zhao Wuzun!"
"goodbye."
After Zhao Fan tied the traction rope for the baby dragon, he left the head of the Ji family and left the head of the house. He came to the open space seventy meters away from the martial arts arena, because the Zhen family guards had arrived before the Wu Zun battle began.
Drive the car over here.
The guard of the Zhen family had witnessed the power of Jiangzhou Wu Zun with his own eyes and worshiped him like a god. He got out of the car all the way to the other side and opened the passenger and back seat doors, bowed and waited.
Zhao Fan nodded and entered the car with Long Baobao.
The Zhen family guard then accepted the gift and returned to the driver's seat. He was extremely honored. Just the fact of driving for Jiangzhou Wuzun was enough for him to brag about his awesomeness for the rest of his life!
The moment the black SUV left the main entrance of Ji's mansion, the tense heartstrings of the Ji family's children finally relaxed, feeling as happy as if they had saved their lives...
However, in comparison, the top management of the Ji family felt like they were in mourning. The treasure house was looted, the patron saint of the magic city fell here, and Jiangzhou Wu Zun was offended. No matter which one of these three things, this huge family fell into a cold winter.
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Japanese country.
At the foot of Mount Fuji, there is a small bar called "Hisashiju".
In a private room on the third floor, three figures were sitting around the table, drinking and listening to pipa music. They were chatting happily.
At this time, a wrinkled old woman pushed in the door. She was wearing a cherry blossom kimono and holding a paper umbrella in her hand. She casually took a seat in the empty seat and said: "Miyamoto-kun, Okita-kun, Misugi-kun,
I'm late."
"Nakajima-san." One of the men with two knives crossed behind him said with a smile: "It's not too late, it's not too late."
This is Miyamoto Mamoru, the best swordsman in the world today in Japan!
The other two stood up and saluted like a junior to a senior. After the old woman nodded, they sat down.
After a few seconds of silence, the old woman said in a solemn voice: "Over in China, a big event happened today. Have you heard about it?"
"Patron Saint of the Magic City, die, die." Takayuki Okita, who had a mustache, made a motion of wiping his neck.
The bald Misugihara sighed and said: "This is a great thing. I think back to the time when those seniors crossed the sea and went on an expedition to China in order to capture the hinterland of the Demonic City first, but they all died in the suburbs, which led to the decline of the domestic martial arts world.
Fifty years! Now that Peng Hanqing has died, the souls of our predecessors can also be comforted..."
As he was talking, the elder's nose twitched sadly, and he actually started crying...
Because among the seniors who died on the outskirts of the Demon City, there was his father!
Miyamoto Mamoru's eyes also shone with tears, and he said: "However, with the death of the patron saint of the Demon City, a new strong man has emerged in China. He is called Jiangzhou Wu Zun. It is said that he is only twenty years old.
Come on, this kind of evildoer...if you give him enough time, he will surely aspire to the holy throne."
The old woman nodded with deep understanding, "So, I summoned the three of them here to discuss how to get rid of the Jiangzhou Martial Saint. In the Chinese martial arts world, there are currently four Martial Saints. Although they have retired for many years, as long as they are still alive,
It has a deterrent effect. If we add another Martial Saint, our plan... I am afraid that the next generation will not be able to realize it."
"Hi!"
Okita Takayuki and Misugihara nodded. Their current strength is equivalent to the peak of Wu Zun, so they are firmly in the third and fourth place in the Japanese country.
"We really can't let this child grow up, or he will become a big trouble in the future!" Miyamoto Mamori clenched his fingers slightly, and then crushed the wine glass in his palm into powder.
He and the old woman holding the umbrella were legends of the previous era, and they were two saintly beings!
Next, the bar door was closed and business was suspended, and these four outstanding figures in the Japanese martial arts world began a long conversation about Jiangzhou Wu Zun.
Scenes like this are happening in the United States and in major European countries...