When Zhuo Bufan was talking to Qing Wei, several familiar figures walked towards him next to him.
Ning Wang, Lei Yuan, Luo Xin, Chen Hui and others are all among them, including He Xu, who has always been a little inexplicably cautious about Zhuo Bufan.
These new friends are friends Zhuo Bufan met on the ancient battlefield, and they have all witnessed him creating miracles.
"Eight Yuan Whirlpool, you guy is such a pervert." Lei Yuan looked at Zhuo Bufan, suddenly opened his mouth exaggeratedly and said.
At this time, the other people also discovered Zhuo Bufan's strength. In the ancient battlefield, showing some strength necessary can dispel the covetousness of many people, and of course, it can also save some trouble.
Several people reminisce about the past. When King Ning learned that Zhuo Bufan had killed Flita, he first showed a shocked expression, and then a bitter taste appeared on his lips. The rebellious genius naturally was unwilling to admit defeat. Especially after seeing Zhuo Bufan killing Jin Tan's son, Ning Nihan regarded Zhuo Bufan as his target and always wanted to surpass the former.
"King Ning, don't be discouraged. I'm also a little depressed by this pervert. He's just a pervert." Lei Yuan patted King Ning's shoulder and showed a kind smile. He knew very well about the latter's feelings.
More and more people gathered in the square, including some geniuses from other groups, and they also gathered on this square, but in terms of strength and number of people, the most were the human race, the barbarian demon race, and the strong men of the demon race.
Everyone is clearly divided into small groups, standing together, sitting cross-legged and calming their breathing, waiting for the people from the Qinglong Palace to come out to take over. Once they enter here, all races dare not compete for the Dragon Yuan. Once a fight occurs, the strong men of the Dragon Clan will throw people directly out of the ancient battlefield.
Therefore, the guys who were originally ambitious and planned to take the opportunity to seize Long Yuan could only calm down.
In addition to meeting Qing Wei and others, Zhuo Bufan also saw King Kasha. The other party also gathered a third-grade Tianlong Seal. The two did not belong to the same group of clans, but they had some friendship, just nodded slightly from the air and showed a little.
Suddenly, Zhuo Bufan noticed a slightly sharp look on his body, and the coldness slashed the bones of the muscles. He couldn't help but glance at the place where the demon clan and the barbarian demon clan were the territory. A demon cultivator wearing dark and dumb armor and a long dark sword behind him was staring at him, his eyes were cold and harsh.
Zhuo Bufan frowned. In his image, he didn't know this person and had no hatred, but the other party was hostile to him.
"What's the defeated army? Want to find his bad luck?" Next to the demon cultivator carrying a long dark sword, a convex figure walked to him, breathing like an orchid, and his voice exuded a sense of charm.
"Shadow Killing King, a strong man from the human race, I am very interested in fighting with him." The defeated army opened his mouth and said in a low voice.
The Tianmei Wang pursed his red lips slightly, his face full of charm, which was related to some kind of martial arts she practiced. He said, "I have seen him kill Freita with my own eyes. Do you think you are his opponent? I'm afraid even Jiang Tai may not be able to beat him easily."
"Hmph." The defeated army snorted coldly and said, "Don't compare Jiang Tai with me. Our Pojun Palace will definitely beat the Demon Temple in this year's competition."
The Tianmei King smiled, pursed his lips, and remained silent.
The nine temples of the Demon Clan and the Demon God Temple have always been the number one, and the second one is the Pojun Palace. The inheritor of the Pojun Palace defeated the army is also a ruthless character and cannot be underestimated. In particular, the defeated army is good at some strange means. Jiang Tai once defeated the former in the palace trial, but at the same time he also paid a considerable price.
As time goes by, fewer and fewer practitioners enter the square. In the end, no one has entered the square. About three hundred people gathered in the huge square.
"Are you nervous?" Zhuo Bufan looked at Qing Wei beside him and asked with a smile.
Qing Wei looked at the solemn palace ahead, pursed her lips vigorously, remained silent for a while, and nodded gently.
"You have already obtained the inheritance of the Qinglong Saint. I think the Qinglong clan will definitely let you enter the genealogy and let you fulfill your mother's wish." Zhuo Bufan said with a smile.
When they discovered the Qinglong Holy Land, Qingwei made great efforts to obtain the Qinglong inheritance. Even if he was risking his soul to destroy himself, Zhuo Bufan could have seen a familiar stubbornness in this slightly immature woman at that time.
When Ye Ziqin was running the Tianmei Group on Earth, she also encountered various difficulties, but she also showed a heartbreaking stubbornness. Zhuo Bufan killed the Holy Son of Jin Tan, one to help Ye Ziqin take revenge, and the second to protect Qingliang's safety.
Qing Wei turned her head, and the slightly cold face finally felt a little moved, and she smiled and said, "Well, I hope I can fulfill my mother's wish this time. I don't care about the essence and blood of the Ancestral Dragon. As long as the Qinglong clan is willing to accept me."
"We are friends. If you can help you, I am willing to help you." Zhuo Bufan said with a faint smile.
Suddenly, a powerful aura suddenly appeared, which made many geniuses' faces change color, and even the air seemed to be frozen. A figure flew out from the palace in front of him, and several people were followed behind him, all of whom were powerful beings.
With so many strong people gathering together, the pressure alone makes people's scalp numb.
Zhuo Bufan frowned, and even circulated his true energy to make his blood boil, resisting the feeling of oppression brought by the strong man.
The leader was an old man, with a green robe, a long white beard, and there were not many expressions on his face, but there were two blue horns on his forehead, which was obviously a powerful man from the Qinglong clan.
"This kind of oppression is at least a semi-saint." Zhuo Bufan was secretly surprised.
Several strong men following the old man, including middle-aged and old men, also had two blue horns on their foreheads, and their bodies were filled with majestic aura of looking down on the world. At least they were strong men in the realm of the Lord of the Realm.
The Dragon Clan belongs to the peak clan in the universe. Although there are few people, everyone is a powerful person who can shake the world.
"Congratulations, you have passed all the difficult tests of the ancient battlefield and finally came here. I am the leader of the Qinglong clan." The old man in the head said lightly, but his voice had a strong penetration, as if it sounded in everyone's mind.
"Now you can take out the dragon essence. Anyone who can gather the Tianlong Seal can get a Qinglong True Yuan, which can help you improve your cultivation level. Your results will also be recorded. The final competition will be held in two days to see who can get the essence and blood of the ancestor dragon." said the leader of the Qinglong clan.
There is no nonsense. They have treasure protection in this area and will not be eroded by evil spirits. Geniuses can also hand it over to them for treasures when they collect dragons.
Qing Wei bit her lips, a trace of firmness flashed across her beautiful eyes. She suddenly took a step, looked at the Qinglong Clan Chief, bowed and said, "Captain Qinglong Clan Chief, I heard that with the Tianlong Seal, you can get a chance to break the Qinglong Holy Monument."