Looking at Yang Chen, who instantly became the center of the banquet, a thin old man with a gloomy expression on the side finally couldn't help his fiery personality, and the old man always thought that if he was really a strong man thousands of years ago, how could he not appear until today. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Nobody, pretending to be a ghost!

No one thought that the old man, out of jealousy, guessed the most real situation.

"Master Yang Chen, the old man questioned your previous statement, the Eight Rings Sect Master has been dead for more than 2,000 years, and the Si people have passed away, why bother to use the reputation of his predecessors to put gold on his body?"

Yang Chen looked at this thin old man standing in front of him, even if he raised his head, it was only as high as his chest, and frowned, although he was very unhappy to be questioned, Yang Chen still asked:

"Well, I don't know, this master, who are you?"

Who are you?

Who is it?

Who is it?

Bit?

In fact, Yang Chen's voice did not echo in the entire hall like this, but such a clever narration brilliantly showed the anger in the old man's heart, and by the way, the number of words quietly came out.

The thin old man's snort was already a little heavy.

"I, the Cold Mountain Empire, the Master of War Songs, Goethe!"

Yang Chen was stunned in an instant, no wonder after he just asked this question, the old man became panting like a rhinoceros with hair and love, as the two most important people in this banquet, everyone recognized Yang Chenlai, but when he came to himself, he did not recognize Master Goethe.

Is this invisible, not taking the opponent into account?

Deliberately, right? It must be on purpose!

For a moment, everyone present had the same idea, not to mention anything else, as the only master of war songs in the human race, or calling others, it was considered a respectful title, only here in Goethe, who really studied war songs to the master level, how could anyone not know him?

The portrait of this guy, hanging on the wall, can already be seen as the ancestor-level figure of the war singer, but he was ignored by his own opponent at a top-notch banquet!

"Oh...... So you're the Goethe. ”

Yang Chen suddenly realized, but this tone always gave people a sense of ", it turns out that you are the old man of Goethe".

The originally gloomy face became more and more gloomy, as if someone had splashed ink on his face.

Just when Goethe was about to have a seizure, he suddenly saw a panic in the crowd, and then an attendant hurried into the hall.

"Honorable Dragon Knight, Master Grino, your mount is rioting in the backyard, we ...... We can't hold it back. ”

Not far from Yang Chen, a stout-looking figure frowned, and said helplessly:

"It's really rude, I don't know what's wrong with Filin these days, I'm always restless, I'll take a look. ”

As he spoke, Grino was about to get up and leave, but at this time, a loud cry suddenly came, and Yang Chen saw that Grino's face had completely changed, and he immediately felt that the temperature around him was rising.

Rumble!

The sound of some kind of heavy object falling to the ground, Yang Chen saw that it was a pterodactyl with a red body, the size of a helicopter in his previous life.

"Be quiet, it's rude for you to do this!"

The aura on Grino's body emanated, and he felt his contract knight beside him, this flame pterodactyl called Filin finally quieted down, but it was still restless, and it seemed that it would spew flames at any time.

Looking at Grino who walked in front of him, the film pterosaur opened its bloody mouth, and strange tones suddenly appeared.

However, no matter what Fei Lin said, everyone present maintained a bewildered expression in unison, but immediately showed a little intoxication.

"I didn't expect to have the privilege of hearing the sound of the dragon language today, which is really one of the several ancient languages that are really wonderful. ”

"Hmph, our ancient elven language is the most wonderful of the ancient languages!"

"Phew, long-eared monsters, your ancient elven language has been lost for I don't know how many years! How do you know that it is the most wonderful?"

"The elf goddess is above, you red-robed old ghost, you dare to blaspheme our ancient elf language, anyway, no matter how beautiful the dragon language is, you people can't understand it!"

……

For a while, a strong man of the elven clan actually quarreled with a red-clothed sect leader of the Holy See, and the reason for the quarrel turned out to be the dispute between the ancient elf language and the dragon language.

And because of the quarrel between the two, more and more people began to talk about the beautiful dragon language.

"Alas, it's a pity, such a beautiful language, if it were possible to understand it, maybe Grino would be able to solve the problem of the Pterodactyl. ”

"Who said no, it's a pity, the dragon language is too difficult, and like the tadpole inscription, we can't find a clue at all. ”

……

Listening to everyone's discussions, Yang Chen had a faint sadness.

Dragons, an ancient language, beautiful and beautiful, no one can understand them anymore?

I'll you, are you sure this isn't a pterodactyl that has passed the TOEFL IELTS test and English has passed the professional level 8?

Where is this dragon language, it is clearly English!

Is it because it is the reason for the Western Dragon, or or, thousands of years ago, the ancestor of the Dragon Clan also crossed over like this?

Running towards the principle of this banquet to the end, Fang Yun coughed lightly twice, focusing the attention of many people on himself, and then politely parted the crowd and walked towards the lawn outside the hall.

Looking at Yang Chen's figure walking over, Grino subconsciously blocked:

"Master Yang Chen, Fei Lin has been losing his temper recently, and his temperament is very irritable, you'd better not get too close to it. ”

Yang Chen still had a faint confident smile on the corner of his mouth, waved his hand to show that it didn't matter, and continued to walk forward a few steps, and then a person and a dragon were there with big eyes and small eyes.

Even though the language is incomprehensible, no matter who it is, they can clearly read a trace of anxiety from the eyes of the Filmin Pterodactyl.

"Tiny human, don't look at the great flame pterosaur Firin, he's very agitated and angry right now, and he may injure you by mistake!"

It is the so-called dragon language that is spoken, which makes everyone feel pleasing to the eye.

And at this time, Yang Chen suddenly spoke, but the entire hall fell into a dead silence.

"Great Flame Pterodactyl Firin, maybe you can talk about your troubles, and I may be able to help you. ”

Dragon ...... Professional!

Although no one knew what Yang Chen said, seeing Yang Chen's fluent language and the joy blooming in Fei Lin's eyes, everyone knew that what Yang Chen said was the real dragon language!

Tadpole inscriptions, Buddhist scriptures, dragon languages, what else, is this person not?

Just when everyone was wondering about this question, one person and one dragon had an in-depth conversation across races.