Lao Zhurong was really stunned when he saw Ying Long, and then he remembered who the person in front of him was.

"You're the dragon next to Gongsun, what's your name?" Lao Zhurong pondered, "By the way, your name is Mirage!" ”

Ying Long didn't feel any excitement at all because Lao Zhurong thought of him. On the contrary, he even had a certain amount of anger.

"I haven't used the name Mirage for a long time, you can call me Ying Long." Ying Long said politely.

"What kind of dragon do I care you are? You're here to be a peacemaker, too? "Lao Zhurong's temper is as fiery as the exercises he practiced.

Ying Long put away the smiling look on his face, and said seriously: "What am I here for, don't worry about it for now." Whether you call me a mirage dragon or a Ying dragon, I don't care. However, as a junior, how can you call Emperor Xuanyuan by his name. Even if you are your predecessor Zhu Rong earlier, you don't dare to call Emperor Xuanyuan by his name. You clone gods who have been inherited for many years, haven't you long forgotten that Emperor Xuanyuan has even cut down the main bodies of the twelve main gods? ”

"Lao Yinglong, you're forcing me!" Lao Zhurong was still hard-mouthed, but unconsciously, he changed his name to the corresponding dragon.

Ying Long still looked light-hearted, and said in a bitter tone: "I used to receive the favor of that little doll over there, and today's matter, if you look at my face, you will let that little doll go." If there's anything that doesn't go well, it's all on my head, okay? ”

"Favor?" Lao Zhurong's eyes shrank for a while, "Favor or something, I'm afraid it's not a pretext, right?" I said, how can this kid have 10,000 dragoons, it looks like this old dragon is messing around, right? ”

"Alas!" Ying Long sighed and said, "Since it doesn't make sense, even if I take this cause and effect, why don't you come directly to me." ”

"Good!" Lao Zhurong agreed, "How do you say that he is also the town god of this side of the world, and he came together with the king of people." If I don't give you face, I wish the Rong God Clan this world, and it will be mixed up. ”

"Sure enough, it's still the old comrades who have high consciousness." Ying Long's expression could not see joy and sorrow.

Lao Zhurong took a step forward, clenched his right hand, which had been dyed bright gold by the golden divine fire, into a fist, and smashed it into Ying Long's face door with one punch.

"Today, if you can make me happy, I will give you this face, and I won't pursue that little doll for the time being." Lao Zhurong said angrily, and in his words, he didn't mean to see Ying Long's strength in his eyes at all.

As Lao Zhurong punched out, the temperature on the entire Zhurong Peak immediately rose by dozens of degrees.

Even if the surrounding creatures had already cultivated to the realm of cold and heat, they couldn't help frowning slightly, and moved towards a place away from the battlefield.

Lao Zhurong was an ally specially found by Emperor Zhurong for the development of the human race, and Emperor Zhurong was originally very familiar with Lao Zhurong's strength.

When I saw it today, Emperor Zhuan couldn't help but be surprised. This old Zhurong has been missing for so long, could it be that he is really looking for a place to retreat? Looking at the posture of his punch, Emperor Zhuan thought of more than a dozen defensive means in a row, all of which were denied by himself.

The innate Protoss is easy to cultivate. It's just that I haven't seen him for a while, and he has already left behind the best of the human race like Emperor Zhuan.

Thinking like this, Emperor Zhuan also sweated for Ying Long.

Originally, Lao Zhurong's cultivation basically couldn't enter Ying Long's eyes. It's just that Ying Long is now recovering from a serious injury. No one knows how much combat power Ying Long has recovered.

Lao Zhurong also took a fancy to this point and dared to argue with Ying Long.

If Ying Long is in his heyday, don't say it's Lao Zhurong, it's Lao Zhurong, Lao Lao Zhurong...... They didn't dare to play with Ying Long casually.

Ying Long tilted his head and carefully looked at the punch that Lao Zhurong attacked. The moment Lao Zhurong's fist was about to touch his cheek, Ying Long stepped back, picked up his left hand and grabbed Lao Zhurong's fist.

The appearance of Ying Long's left hand Jackie Chan grip also ignited a layer of bright golden flames. Between the fists and claws striking, there was no vision of heaven and earth. It's just like a slap, there was an abrupt crisp sound, and the divine fire in both hands was extinguished at the same time.

Perhaps, such a situation where there is no special supernatural picture at all is a kind of vision in itself.

Offset?

Emperor Zhuan's heart moved, and at this moment, he took the initiative to adjust his original eight-point confidence to ten points. As long as Ying Long has the same strength as Lao Zhurong, he will definitely not lose to Lao Zhurong.

This is Emperor Zhuan's trust in Ying Long, and it is also the guarantee of Ying Long's own strength over the years.

"How about it, my old bones, can I still afford to toss?" Ying Long spoke, "If you don't have any worries, let go of your hands and feet to fight." ”

Could it be that Lao Zhurong's attack just now didn't use all his strength at all? ——Emperor Zhuan, who had just completely put down his heart, couldn't help but lift his heart again because of Ying Long's opening.

I saw that Lao Zhurong bowed slightly, and then the divine light under his feet burst out, and the whole person turned into a golden streamer and pounced on Ying Long.

In the next moment, Ying Long also put on the same posture, not dodging or dodging, and pounced on the golden light that Lao Zhu melted into in reverse.

The two beams of golden light collided for only a moment, and then the two exchanged positions for a moment.

In this moment's interaction, the golden fist and the golden dragon grip collided with each other no less than 100,000 times.

If you weren't watching the battle, you were all monks in the Shinto realm. At that moment, he might only see a large patch of dazzling golden light in his eyes.

Even if there are Shinto cultivators around, there are some people who simply don't have the ability to count the number of times these two have fought each other.

Perhaps, this is the battle between the high-ranking gods. Don't say mortals, even low-level gods can't understand it when they see it.

"Alas...... After all, it's old arms and legs......" Ying Long was the first to speak, and then his body staggered for a moment, and he began to knead his shoulders. It seems that there has been quite a shock.

Lao Zhurong on the other side, the corners of his mouth wanted to raise a smile. Then, with a "wow" sound, one didn't hold back, and a mouthful of blood like magma spurted out.

"Lao Yinglong, are you a little too much!" Lao Zhurong was annoyed and ashamed, shouted angrily, turned over and killed Ying Long again.

At this moment, the mouthful of blood he spit out just now had just fallen on Zhu Rongfeng.

Ying Long looked down and saw that because the temperature was too high, the Zhurong Divine Clan's mountain protection array had stirred up a burst of smoke and blood.

After retracting his gaze, Ying Long commented on Lao Zhurong and said: "Your cultivation is indeed profound, unfortunately, you can only play with fire and will not use other attributes." In this way, it is not comprehensive enough. ”