Although the little white dragon was only born from the dragon egg, its memories have been there for many years, and only it knows how many years it has.

Therefore, once the resentment and hatred on its body are stimulated, it basically can't stop the car.

The people of the Blood Pavilion took away the dragon spirit stone that their father left to protect it, and also used it as the treasure of the Blood Pavilion for their own use, and this alone was enough to humiliate the pride of the dragon people.

At this moment, when its little white dragon saw me chasing after me to kill, he thought that he was ready to kill, so he took the initiative to release the moves he was good at.

I never imagined that the little white dragon could release so many ice picks in an instant, like ten thousand arrows firing at once.

In times of war, this little white dragon alone is enough to compete with thousands of troops.

It is conceivable how powerful the dragon clan was back then, and it also makes me very curious about who made the dragon clan completely destroyed.

Thinking about it, seeing the ice picks falling from the sky, I turned around and lightly touched the air with my feet, and suddenly flew back into the air.

I only heard the "boom" explosion sound below, and it was the ice pick that smashed the roof tiles.

The little white dragon's icicles are not only dense, but each one is also full of power, but wherever it touches it, it is a big hole.

Those disciples whose strength was slightly weaker were even more unable to dodge, and the ice pick fell and passed along the body in an instant.

In just a few seconds, the large building of the Blood Pavilion was already full of holes, and as far as the eye could see, the ground and the roof were full of sharp icicles.

Only dozens of slightly stronger Spirit Pill Realm masters, relying on their flexible body skills, floated between the crevices of ice picks, and rescued one or two trapped disciples from time to time.

No one wants to come up and die again, or rather, they are waiting for a stronger master to come.

Although the little white dragon did not cultivate to the grade, the strength he showed was by no means as simple as the spirit pill realm.

It's been this point, and I still haven't been able to see Qi Xiu's figure.

At this time, the several powerful breaths that I had already felt before finally came to the stage.

They had actually arrived a long time ago, but they had been observing me and the little white dragon, and now they saw that the little white dragon's round of offensive was over, so they took the opportunity to fly over.

Five people flew over from the direction of due north, except for the hunchbacked old man in the center who couldn't see the cultivation clearly, the rest were all in the spirit pill second-grade realm.

It seems that there is indeed another powerful one.

The four elixirs are no longer a force that I can compete with.

But the little white dragon was still calmly holding the dragon head high, and he didn't even look at them.

A few people approached us in the blink of an eye, stopping twenty meters away from us.

The hunchbacked old man was holding a red snake-headed crutch in his hand, and the crutches flashed from time to time, which seemed to be a good weapon.

The hunchbacked old man squinted and kept looking at us without saying a word.

A few people next to him scolded angrily:

"Even if you are a real dragon, you can't be presumptuous in the Blood Pavilion! do you really think that no one can cure you?"

"And that kid next to him, he offended our Blood Pavilion, and you will definitely not be able to move an inch in the cultivation circle in the future...... You won't be able to take half a step in the Blood Pavilion today!"

I snorted coldly:

"Seeing that you are not young, why do you become more shameless the older you get? Who the hell has offended whom? Your Blood Pavilion has sent so many masters to kill me, a newcomer in the cultivation world, and I haven't caught it for fifteen days, so why are you embarrassed to say that it is difficult to move an inch?"

I took a few steps forward and smiled:

"Look, I'm not going to walk an inch? Another five inches...... Ten more inches ......"

The two people who had just spoken were blushing and gritting their teeth at my angry faces.

Cultivating to the point where they are accustomed to being respected by their juniors as bodhisattvas, where can they stand such an insult from me.

They drew their swords and were about to rush forward, but they were stopped by the hunchbacked old man who was at the head stretched out his hand.

The hunchbacked old man looked a little prestigious, and with a slight wave of his hand, although several people were angry, they could only retreat to the side with a red face.

The hunchbacked old man slowly took the black crutch, took two steps forward, and said in a pale voice:

"Old man Heijingzhi, as the Great Elder of the Inner Gate of the Blood Pavilion, dare to ask the names of the two heroes?"

The little white dragon raised its proud dragon head and howled twice, still not looking at them squarely.

But I understood what it said, "You don't deserve to know!"

The hunchbacked old man obviously didn't understand, and I couldn't translate it.

He locked his deep gaze on me again, and the oppressive feeling of this power made me clearly feel the gap in cultivation level.

The hunchbacked old man didn't speak, just stared at me.

After a few seconds, I felt like I couldn't breathe, and I even felt that something huge above my head was pressing on me, so that my legs couldn't help bending, and I was about to kneel.

I scolded in my heart: This hunchbacked old man, smiling and grinning with you on the surface, but behind your back.

The hunchbacked old man's trick was useless to the little white dragon, but I couldn't speak, and the little white dragon didn't notice that I had been tricked for the time being.

I was silently controlled by the hunchbacked old man behind the white dragon, and I could only grit my teeth fiercely, forcibly struggling and insisting on not kneeling.

It's despicable!

A few people around him obviously saw that something was wrong with me, and knew that it was the hunchbacked old man's hand, and they were all secretly snickering, looking like they were watching the excitement.

At this time, the old man in my mind finally couldn't help it.

He said with some annoyance:

"Hmph, the carving insect skills dare to bully you?"

I really can't say it, so I can only say to the old man with a divine thought:

"Dry old man...... I'm ...... I can't hold it!"

I don't know whether it was intentional or unintentional, but I slowly took out a treasure from my ring.

Then he said indifferently:

"It's really aggrieved to use this treasure against him. ”

"Inject demonic power, concentrate on the word "protection" in your heart!"

Although I was miserable on the surface, since I was willing to help, I was still very happy in my heart.

The treasure in the mouth of the old man was the rectangular golden ruler like a charm that sealed it in the first place.

The hunchbacked old man, seeing that I was supporting more and more difficult, couldn't help but hook the corners of his mouth and snickered.

I stared at the golden ruler with my divine thoughts, simply closed my eyes, and after concentrating, I said, "Protection!"

The voice fell in my heart, and the golden ruler in the ring suddenly glowed, and all kinds of unknown spells on it turned into red phantoms and floated out.

The golden ruler seemed to force me to open my eyes forcibly.

And the moment I opened my eyes, I only heard the sound of "boom!", a pale red transparent semicircle about dozens of meters in diameter, which instantly enveloped me inside.

The hunchbacked old man was even more surprised, and before he could react, it was as if he was hit hard by some invisible force, and the whole person flew out a long way with the sound of "bang!"

He didn't even hold the black cane in his hand steadily, and he threw it away indiscriminately.

(Good night)