"Yes, the young master is a genius of Qingyun Realm who is qualified to participate in the Dragon Gate Trial!" The figure outside the door flashed, and Cao Shangfei, one of his father's right-hand men, strode in, he obviously heard the good news of Zhong Fan's recovery of strength outside the courtyard, and he couldn't stop smiling when he saw him: "I'll send a message to Wang Yiyu when I go back, he travels everywhere, and the news is wider than ours...... Alas, it is the lack of resources in our Qingyun Realm, and it is not easy to find a dragon soul that can match the talent of the young master. ”

The Wang Yiyu in his mouth is the name of Wang Chong's father, the Wang Chamber of Commerce, with the support of Zhong Qingyang, is equivalent to the exclusive monopoly of the Shanjiao clan's bulk fur, mountain goods, herbs, grain and other businesses, which can be described as the money bag of the Shanjiao clan.

"Yes, if your mother is still talking, this question shouldn't be a problem......" Zhong Qingyang was also a little worried, and couldn't help but feel it.

"My mother......" As soon as Zhong Fan heard it, he wanted to ask again.

"Okay, my son is back today, I have to celebrate, come, the best wine and food, I want my son to accompany him for a few drinks. Zhong Qingyang interrupted his words and shouted outward, and it didn't take long for one by one to send a table of sumptuous wine and food.

"Come on, come on, Lao Cao, you sit too. Zhong Qingyang grabbed Cao Shangfei, who wanted to retreat, and smiled at him, Cao Shangfei was not polite, greeted Zhong Fan, and sat down together, eating and drinking.

"What, you met a killer named Bao Ting'an in Heijiao Lake, who specifically wanted to kill you?" During the banquet, Zhong Fan told him in detail about his sudden sniping by Bao Ting'an in Heijiao Lake, and Zhong Qingyang became angry when he heard it.

"I've heard of the name Bao Ting'an, he is the Shuijiao tribe, a loose martial artist of the Hanshuihu tribe, he has been in the rivers and lakes for a long time, but he has also made a little reputation, people give him the nickname 'Iron Fist Bear', fierce and good, like to block money, form a team in his spare time, hunt some Jiao beasts and sell them for money, sometimes the money is tight, and he secretly participates in some bandit gangs, robs small and medium-sized caravans, and does some murderous and expensive business, this guy, he dares to kill Han Shao, he really deserves to die. No need to ask, he must have been bribed by Jiang Yunfei, the young master of the Shuijiao clan who was jealous of Han Shao......" As soon as Cao Shangfei heard this, he told Bao Ting'an's origin and judged who was behind it.

"Fan'er, in the future, you have to be wary of that Jiang Yunfei, this kid's personality is as virtuous as his father, and he is a sinister and despicable villain. Zhong Qingyang couldn't help but be happy when he saw that such a somewhat famous casual cultivator died in the hands of his son, drank a big bowl of wine, and told him.

"I know. Zhong Fan nodded.

"Big brother, something big has happened...... Suddenly, a thunderous voice sounded in the courtyard, followed by hurried footsteps, and a burly man like a black iron tower rushed in: "It's terrible, it's bad, it's amazing, the dragon has fallen from the sky, the dragon has fallen from the sky......"

"......" Zhong Qingyang and Cao Shangfei looked at the strong man of the iron tower who was talking upside down, Cao Shangfei swallowed a mouthful of saliva: "Lao Ding, you don't have a fever, how can you talk nonsense in broad daylight?"

Zhong Fan also heard it confusedly, this strong man like a black tower is one of Zhong Qingyang's right-hand men, called Ding Kui, the founder of the mountain, muscular, rough personality, upright, and quite loyal to a mountain Jiao clan warrior.

"Hey, Xiaofan is back? Hey, has your cultivation recovered? This is great, come, make a big bowl of celebration with your uncle, I'll drink it first......" Ding Kui, who rushed in with excitement on his face, shouted again with a burst of ecstasy when he saw Zhong Fan in front of him, grabbed a big bowl of wine, and drank it clean in the shouting.

Zhong Fan knew his character, so he took a sip of wine, although he also likes to drink, but he doesn't have the amount of rough alcohol that Ding Quina drinks like water.

"How is your strange illness good, tell your uncle......" Ding Kui watched Zhong Fan grow up since he was a child, Zhong Fan when he was a child, and his favorite thing to do was to ride on Uncle Ding's neck and play the game of riding a big horse, so the two had a good relationship, as soon as he drank the bowl of wine, pulled over a chair and sat down, and asked him directly.

"Uncle Ding, you roared and roared in, why did you say that the dragon fell from the sky, what is going on?" Zhong Fan blinked and asked curiously.

"Hey, when I saw you, I forgot about it......" Ding Kui slapped his thigh, turned his head and shouted: "Big brother, ** fell from the sky, a real dragon......"

"You speak slowly, speak carefully. Zhong Qingyang poured him a big bowl of wine and smiled at him, he and Ding Kui grew up together and were like brothers, so Ding Kui didn't call him the patriarch, but called the eldest brother. He knew his temperament, and while pouring wine, he motioned for him to be calm and clear.

"That's right, just now Wang Yilu sent someone to tell me, saying that at dusk yesterday, someone was in the Broken Soul Ridge, and saw with his own eyes that a terrible and terrifying black dragon fell from the depths of the clouds, and the dragon blood sprinkled was like a waterfall, dyeing several mountain peaks red. This was heard by the people of the branch he set up on the territory of the Shui Jiao Clan, and immediately reported to him through the signal charm, and said that the high-level of the Shui Jiao Clan had urgently blocked the news, and wanted to capture the black dragon that was obviously seriously injured and almost immortal. Big brother, shall we go and catch it?"

Ding Kui drank the bowl of wine, wiped the wine stains on his mouth with his sleeve, stared at the ring, and said an earth-shattering news.

Zhong Fan was shocked when he heard it, that Wang Yilu is Wang Chong's father, he is also a partner who grew up with Zhong Qingyang, and he is good at trading, as Zhong Qingyang gradually ruled the land of the entire Shanjiao clan, he also followed the light, and almost monopolized the fur, herbs, grain, cattle and sheep and other bulk businesses of the Shanjiao clan, which can be said to be Zhong Qingyang's money bag. His chamber of commerce, in the territory of the other six clans, has many branch business points, in addition to facilitating the sale of goods, but also the secret task of exploring the intelligence of all parties.

"This news was obtained by Wang Yiyu, why didn't he come and tell the clan master in person?" Cao Shangfei couldn't believe it, he was the patriarch of a large tribe of tens of thousands of people in the Shanjiao tribe, and was later annexed and subdued by Zhong Qingyang, and since then he has followed Zhong Qingyang to conquer the east and west, and has become one of his most powerful generals.

"Yes, why didn't the big fat man come to tell me?" Zhong Qingyang was also a little unbelievable, in this world, there are many legends of dragons that have been passed down since ancient times. But for the Beijiao Realm in a remote corner, this kind of legend is definitely an ancient myth, and I have heard a lot, who has ever seen it?

There are even warriors in the Qingyun Realm, doubting whether there is a real dragon in the world!

This news of a black dragon falling from the sky came out of thin air, how incredible it sounded, it was hard to believe!

(End of chapter)