The old man in Tang suit stood quietly, motionless as a mountain, gently stroking the sword in his hand, with a trace of sadness in his eyes.
"Old man, this may be our last battle."
"The opponent is very strong, and I don't see any hope of survival."
"However, in order to delay time for the second and third children, I cannot retreat and there is no way to retreat."
"However, the other party, like me, has not officially entered the first-grade master realm. This is the only good news."
As he spoke, the old man in Tang suit raised his sword slightly, and instantly there was a snow-white sword wrapped around it.
The little brat was very stubborn. Well, he admitted that he was out of his element and could not scare people. Instead, he made the other person jump over the wall and fight to the death.
Now, under the tense situation, if he was asked to explain that it was just a joke, it would be difficult for the other party to believe it.
The other party may also think that they are trying to deceive him, and take advantage of him to relax his vigilance and kill him in one fell swoop.
While the little kid was distracted and thinking about how to solve this difficult incident in front of him, Sun Qing secretly reached into the crystal coffin, hoping to put the old turtle's body into the Sumeru Ring and take it away.
"You bastard, how dare you!"
The little kid's clone's eyes were red, and the eye sockets were about to burst.
At this moment, he was so angry that he could no longer care about anything else.
Whoever dares to touch the old turtle's body will be killed!
But just as he rushed towards Sun Qing, a snow-white sword light appeared like a horse and struck his head.
A trace of ridicule flashed in the eyes of the little kid's clone. Such a slow sword light was far worse than the bloody sword light of Roland's Sword.
After turning on the titanium alloy dog eyes, the kid's clone easily dodged the blow, then turned around and rushed towards the old man in Tang suit.
As for the other side, Mei Ji had already thrown out the small bronze bell in her hand and knocked away Sun Qing's right hand that was touching the old turtle's body.
At the same time, Chen Xiaozhi used teleportation and quietly flashed beside Sun Qing and Zhao Lie, then quickly disappeared and returned to Mei Ji.
As if claiming credit from Mei Ji, Chen Xiaozhi opened his mouth and showed the two Sumeru rings in his palm.
"Where is my Sumeru Ring?"
"That's our Sumeru Ring. Give it back to us, brat!"
Seeing Chen Xiaozhi holding two Sumeru Rings and winking at them, Sun Qing and Zhao Lie became furious and their lungs almost exploded with anger.
And at this moment, the little kid's clone came to the old man in Tang suit. The bloody sword light on the broken knife in his hand was hidden, and he rushed carelessly into the airtight shadow of the knife wielded by the old man in Tang suit.
"Ping Ping Ping Ping..."
Gold and iron clash, and sparks fly.
The next moment, the old man in Tang suit was like a curled-up prawn, flying away with a bang, and his back hit the wall of the conference room heavily.
"Bang!"
"Wow……"
The eyes of the old man in Tang suit protruded, and he spurted out a mouthful of hot blood on the spot, and then he slid down from the wall softly.
"Brother!"
Sun Qing and Zhao Lie's expressions suddenly changed, and they hurriedly rushed toward the old man in Tang suit.
"Brother, how are you?" Sun Qing helped the old man in Tang suit, whose face was as golden as paper and whose breath was scattered, feeling extremely heavy.
Seeing how miserable his eldest brother had become, Zhao Lie felt as if a fire was burning in his heart.
At this moment, he had forgotten the pain of his broken leg and the fear of the little kid's clone.
At this moment, he only had one thought.
That is to use his own flames to turn all three people in front of him into ashes.
"boom!"
Orange-red flames wrapped in high temperature rushed out from Zhao Lie's body, and a terrifying heat wave swept across all directions.
At this time, Zhao Lie was wrapped in orange-red flames and turned into a burning man.
"Not enough!" But he was still gritting his teeth and constantly stimulating his abilities.
Gradually, the orange-red flames around his body even began to transform into higher-temperature blue-white flames.
All this was seen by the kid's clone, but he was indifferent and didn't even raise his eyelids.
In his eyes, Zhao Lie was already a dead man.
After Zhao Lie repeatedly released heat and withered the flowers piled next to the crystal coffin, the little boy's clone officially sentenced him to death.
If he dares to cause trouble in the old turtle's mourning hall, no matter who is behind him or who pleads for him, nothing can change the little brat's clone's determination to kill him.
He tightened his hand and broke the handle of the knife. Just as the little kid was about to split Zhao Lie in half, a lazy hoarse voice reached the ears of everyone present.
"Really, what's the fuss about? I was sleeping soundly!"
"Bah!" The broken knife in the kid's clone hand fell straight to the ground, and he looked at the source of the sound, which was the direction of the crystal coffin, as if he had seen a ghost.
This voice was very familiar to him and he would never forget it in his life.
The little boy's clone's little face was full of excitement, but he still felt a little uneasy in his heart, fearing that this was his hallucination.
"This is the voice of Grandpa Xuangui!" Chen Xiaozhi couldn't help but exclaimed after the initial confusion.
Mei Ji covered her mouth with her hands, tears of joy welling up in her eyes.
"Great, great, Mr. Black Turtle, he's not dead!"
Zhao Lie had already removed the flames from his body and looked at the old man in Tang suit blankly, as if asking, isn't that turtle dead? Why is it alive again?
Is it a fake corpse?!
Just when everyone, with their own different moods, focused their attention on the crystal coffin.
"Kakaka..."
The sound, like an egg breaking its shell, clearly reached the ears of everyone present.
Immediately afterwards, everyone discovered that the old turtle, which was lying quietly in the crystal coffin, began to have cracks on its shell.
This trend is becoming more and more obvious, as if a mysterious creature is about to break open the turtle shell and emerge.
As the cracks on the old turtle's shell gradually grew larger and gaps began to appear, there was soon a huge sound like the rushing waves, roaring in everyone's ears.
"What is this sound?" Everyone was shocked.
Only the kid's clone had a golden halo shining in his eyes, and a cheerful smile gradually appeared on his childish little face.
"Old Chen, we succeeded!"
Hearing this, Chen Xiaozhi, who was a bit belated, was stunned for a while, and then said dryly: "Master Gou, what do you mean...the dragon fruit?"
The little boy's clone smiled and nodded: "Yes, the Dragon Transformation Fruit has completely transformed Grandpa Turtle into the blood of the dragon. It has greatly increased its lifespan and regained a new life. The sound of the waves just now was the blood in its body.
The sound of blood flowing."
As soon as the kid's clone finished speaking, a weird-looking creature that was only the size of a football appeared in front of everyone.
Seeing this strange creature in front of them with a turtle shell on its back, short and thick limbs covered with blue scales, and a ferocious dragon head on its head, everyone was amazed.