Chapter 134

Eighteen golden figures stood below, and at this moment they were not carrying dragon spears, and they were displayed in two rows, like solid wooden stakes with deep roots in the ground.

At this moment, looking at the handsome young man who was drinking tea easily, he was silent for a long time, and he was nervous for no reason in his heart, and his breathing was stagnant.

Chen Sheng tasted a mouthful of the "Snow House Smile" from Xizhu's unique product, and the afterglow was always lingering on these eighteen gold-armored iron horses, and he wanted to dry these guys to explore the bottom first.

When the God of War Mansion was destroyed, he never appeared, but today he suddenly appeared, what kind of calculation did he make.

Wisps of white mist floated slowly, floating above the closed dark room, and it wasn't long before a strange fragrance, with an intoxicating scent, lingered between everyone's noses and mouths.

It was actually a little bit of mist in the mouth, and there was a kind of sweet feeling, what kind of good tea is this? The eighteen great dragons secretly thought in their hearts, there are many tea masters among them, and they have never seen such good tea.

Time passed minute by minute, Chen Sheng didn't say anything, and the Eighteen Heavenly Dragons still stood quietly without a word.

Flickering lights, shadows flickering on the walls and floors.

Finally, some of the eighteen heavenly dragons couldn't hold back their temperament, and said with some atmosphere in their hearts: "Little prince, I don't know what you called me to come here." ”

The golden helmets of the Eighteen Great Heavenly Dragons were all taken off, this was an extremely rough-looking man, and there was a faint sense of dissatisfaction.

The blue and white porcelain teacup that Chen Sheng reached his mouth suddenly stopped, and smiled coldly in his heart, the title of "Little Prince" has, to some extent, already represented a lot of things.

With a cold look in his calm eyes, he looked at the middle-aged man and said, "How many years have you been riding dragons?"

The faint voice was so quiet that it was frightening, and the middle-aged man seemed to feel that his behavior was a little inappropriate, and he arched his fist stiffly, and exhaled in his mouth, as if he was calculating, "Uh...... It's been almost ten years. ”

"How many years. Chensheng's voice suddenly froze, and the teacup in his hand suddenly snapped...... There was a clattering sound, tea splashed, shards splashed to the floor, and there was a crisp sound again.

The eighteen dragoons couldn't help but feel a sigh in their hearts.

The middle-aged man was also taken aback, and hurriedly said in an affirmative tone: "Ten years." ”

Tatsusheng stood up and took two steps, his strength running in the palm of his hand, and in an instant, the water stains splashed in his palm evaporated.

"Ten years, the dragon riding elite that my father has spent countless efforts to cultivate, and the Golden Heavenly Dragon is like this?"

"From today onwards, you will no longer be a dragoon, nor will you be a member of my God of War Mansion. ”

"What......" The man's burly body in golden iron armor trembled violently, his anger was out of control, his eyes were big with copper bells, and the momentum of the Zun Realm was instantly released, a strong wind swept away, and the swaying lights were extinguished at any time.

"Why did you let me quit the dragoon?"

"Eighteen. Looking at the excited middle-aged man, Zilong's heart was not good, and he hurriedly shouted.

I saw a black shadow suddenly appear in front of him, and then a terrifying force flashed, and Eighteen snorted, and before he could react, he flew into the wall and spit out a mouthful of blood.

"Bold ......"

The remaining seventeen golden dragon riders were taken aback, and they didn't have time to care about the terrifying strength of the other party's one-move kill eighteen, and they were about to make a move to attack the comer, only then did Zilong see the figure of the person who came, and hurriedly shouted to everyone: "Stop." ”

The sixteen dragon riders were shocked and looked at the purple dragon in astonishment.

Zilong hurriedly said: "He is the prince's person." ”

The person who came was none other than the Great Venerable Chenying.

The prince's people?

Only then did the sixteen dragon riders stop the anger in their hearts, and carefully looked at the people who came, silently, as if they did not exist at all, all of them looked at each other, their eyes were shocked, and the great venerable?

How is it possible that there is such a terrifying figure as Dazun in the hands of the little prince?

Almost all of the powerhouses of the Great Venerable Realm are the ancestors of the same sect, and the forces without the background cannot take out such terrifying powerhouses at all.

In terms of dragon riding alone, even if they were invincible back then, and no force could stop them, there were only three powerhouses in the Great Venerable Realm, and all of them were buried in that epic battle.

Zilong is the boss of the Eighteen Heavenly Dragons, and he is also the most rational one, he understands that the Eighteen is a little presumptuous today, which angers the little prince.

With a faint sigh in his heart, Zilong looked at the virtuous king on the three steps, exhaled lightly, bowed down and said: "Lord Wang, the eighteenth has always been rude, and it is the last general who is usually negligent in discipline, and I ask the prince to forgive me." ”

Although the other Tianlong were also unconvinced, they saw that their eldest brothers were like this, and they also pressed the unwillingness in their hearts to intercede for Eighteen.

"Please forgive the prince for ......"

"Please forgive the prince for ......"

The sonorous sound echoed in the dark room, and it took a long time to dissipate.

Eighteen also stood up from the ground, touched the blood on his mouth, gritted his teeth, and fell to his knees to plead guilty.

Seeing that the eighteenth heavenly dragon was soft, Chen Sheng's heart felt slightly better, at least the spirit of dragon riding still existed.

Glancing lightly at Tianlong Eighteen who was kneeling on the ground, Chen Sheng said coldly: "This king knows that you have worked hard and made great achievements, and each of you is a great hero, and this king is a mere descendant, how can He De rule you, and why should he give orders to you? But now whether you want to or not, this king is the head of the dragon rider, unless you betray the dragon rider and no longer be a dragon rider, otherwise the spirit of the dragon rider, obedience, and loyalty are supreme." ”

Chen Sheng's gaze swept towards the Eighteen Heavenly Dragons, and the cold cold air burst out from his body, like an emperor from the Nine Shadows, and the terrifying aura forced the Eighteen Heavenly Dragons to breathe as if they were cold.

Simple, crisp.

As long as you are dragoons you must be loyal to me.

Otherwise, fuck off!

The Eighteenth Great Heavenly Dragon, his heart was stagnant, his breath was short, and he was extremely kind on the outside, but he was domineering in his bones, and there was a faint glimmer of hope in the light of the lamp.

Perhaps, now that the dragon riders are exhausted, they need such a domineering figure to dominate the banner and restore their former peak glory and dominate the world again.

If you are loyal to the dragoon, the eighteen-day dragon should be in the first place.

The space of the dark room entered an icy stagnant, and the cold sweat on Eighteen's forehead did not stop.

Emotions are worthless in the face of faith.

He has carved the dragoon brand in his bones, he can't do without the dragoon, let him leave the dragoon, and undoubtedly let him die.

Zilong's heart was heavy, he glanced at the trembling eighteen, took a deep breath of cold air, straightened up his iron waist, and shouted loudly: "Swear to die for the dragon rider......"

"Swear to die as a dragoon. ”

The eighteen-day dragon blood vessels increased dramatically, the blood was hot, there seemed to be an angry beast roaring in the chest, and the meridians were bursting, as if the golden iron armor could not stop the hot breath.

This is faith, the tremor of the soul.

In this life, he entered the dragon ride, and his bones and blood entered the dragon soul mound.

Is this the dragon riding that my father worked so hard to create?

A stream of blood in Chensheng's heart was inexplicably agitated, boiling in his chest, as if he saw the once invincible iron horseman, roaring about fate.

"Good...... That king gave the former hero another chance. ”

"Are you dragoons ......?"

"Yes......"

This sonorous sound, like an angry thunder explosion, seems to be able to shatter the iron wall of the dark room, how decisive, it is a cry with life.

Chensheng's eyes condensed again, and at this moment, he seemed to be walking on the top of the whole world, and my palm was up and down.

"What is the purpose of the dragoon?"

"Loyal, loyal, loyal. ”

Three neat muffled thunderbolts exploded over the dark room, echoing and terrifying.

"Serve the dragon on the ......," Chen Sheng shouted first.

"Serve the dragon rider ...... order," the eighteen heavenly dragons roared hysterically.

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