The dragon celebration came as scheduled, but with Long Xiangtian's heavy mood, everything was hasty.

The disciples who entered the burial immortal tai should be rewarded, and the seal should be sealed, and even the names of those who were buried in the burial immortal tai were also engraved on the Fenggong monument, so it can be regarded as an explanation to the family.

The other disciples, one by one, were either red-eyed or angry, and they all fantasized that if they entered this burial immortal, their achievements would be even higher.

Long Lifei and Long Liyang have been smiling all the time, but in Long Xiangtian's eyes, how unpleasant they look.

Long Xiangtian, who returned to the study, closed the door directly, personally brewed a pot of good dragon well before the rain, and looked at the lifelike heat, and fell into contemplation again.

He has to recalculate all this, his plan with the addition of the three too elders, completely out of direction, Long Qing'er's arrogance, Long Xue'er's willfulness, already made him distressed, and now the companion Long Yuan, who is in his hands, is also missing, all this seems to be the other two veins making trouble, but the source of everything is in Lin Luo.

"Is this a game of chess?"

A strangely remote place for the Dragons, with a stream running through it, a thatched hut, and not even a yard.

A sheep's gut trail leads from the bank of the stream to the huts, or because it runs next to the creek, the path is muddy.

In front of the hut, a thin figure squatted on the ground, holding a dying cuckoo in his hand.

The figure didn't care about the blood stains on his hands, and a faint smile appeared on his face, and then he looked at the mouth shape and closed as if he was muttering something.

When I got closer, I vaguely heard, "It doesn't hurt, it doesn't hurt, I'm letting you live a little longer, it's good for you, besides, let you get stained with iron and stone, and the taste will change." ”

The cuckoo seemed to be in great pain, and struggled violently.

Due to the cuckoo's struggle, the figure with a little blood splashed all over his face, the thin figure stretched out his tongue and licked the blood from the corner of his mouth, and said: "That's right, you have to work hard to live, otherwise no one feels sorry for you." ”

The cuckoo didn't move, and the figure tore off one of its legs, stuffed it directly into its mouth, and chewed it with relish.

A middle-aged woman, holding her dress in both hands, walked lightly across the stream, and stepped on the sheep intestine path, which was too muddy, and a pair of thin white steps were stained with mud, the middle-aged woman frowned slightly, looked up and looked at the thin figure again, exhaled lightly, and did not care that the mud stained her steps, and stepped forward directly.

The middle-aged woman didn't seem surprised by what the thin figure was doing, so she stood at a distance, smiling and waiting.

After the last piece of flesh was stuffed into his mouth, the thin figure stood up and wiped the blood stains on his black clothes, and then looked at the middle-aged woman and said vaguely: "Is there something wrong with me?"

The middle-aged woman sneered, "Dragon Decision?"

The thin figure smiled and nodded.

"You look good at eating, too. ”

This person is indeed a dragon, but seeing that he swallowed the last piece of flesh and blood with great difficulty, he clenched his fists and bent down to salute, and said with a bright face: "Sister Xie praised, my sister was the first to praise me." ”

The middle-aged woman smiled again, "I didn't expect the inheritor of the Black Dragon lineage to be so hypocritical, so my sister will praise you a few more words?"

Long Jue waved his hand, "Sensei, just a polite word to you." ”

The middle-aged woman looked around, as if there was a hint of mockery, "As the inheritor of the Black Dragon lineage, he actually lives in such a humble place, who would believe it." ”

Long Jue also looked at it, "This place is surrounded by mountains and rivers, what's wrong, but you delicate people who are used to living in Qionglou Yuyu will think that this place is simple." Tell me, what the hell are you looking for me?"

After saying that, the dragon squatted down again and cleaned up the feathers and organs of the cuckoo.

The middle-aged woman was a little unbearable, tilted her head slightly, looked at the flowing stream, and said leisurely: "I heard that the Black Dragon Vein entered the Burial Immortal Tai this time and did not gain anything?"

The dragon refused to answer, and threw the messy things aside.

"Can you get your ancestral blood?"

Long Jue wiped his hands on his body again, and raised his eyes to look at the middle-aged woman, "So I forgot to ask, who are you?"

The middle-aged woman laughed coquettishly, and her plump body trembled, "I forgot to introduce, sister, I am the messenger sent by the Lich Clan." ”

"Oh, what's wrong with me?"

The middle-aged woman took a few steps closer and whispered, "Sister, I heard your name when I was in the Lich Clan, and now I really see that you are a talent. ”

The dragon pouted, went straight into the house, and slammed the door shut.

The middle-aged woman frowned again, bypassed the blood stains on the muddy ground, and pushed the door directly.

Looking around, the hut was neat and tidy, and there was no other strange smell, a simple straw bed, a shabby table, a lame stool, and that's it.

"Sister, I came to your dragon clan some time ago, don't you know, why do you treat your sister like this today?"

The dragon sat cross-legged on the bed and flipped out a red drop of blood.

As soon as the drops of blood appeared, a coercion emanated out, rippling throughout the room.

The middle-aged woman squinted, this is the ancestral blood of the black dragon is undoubted, but this dragon is really bold, and he dares to show it so easily in front of him, so he is not afraid that he will snatch it?

The middle-aged woman glanced at Long Jue, who was staring at the blood droplets in a daze, and said no more nonsense, and said directly: "Sister, I am looking for you for your vein ancestor weapon, I don't know if you are interested?"

Long Du withdrew the drops of blood, and looked at the middle-aged woman with a surprised face: "You have reached a consensus with my vein master, and I don't see this collusion with foreign clans, but now you have come to bewitch me again, I'm afraid you don't have any good intentions." ”

The middle-aged woman smiled, or she was tired of standing, and she didn't care whether the lame stool was clean or not, and sat directly on it, and said: "The master of Xiangyang Gate is too insincere, if I continue to cooperate with this, I am afraid that this little life will die here." ”

"Since the master wants to kill you, what's the use of you looking for me? ”

The middle-aged woman glanced at Long Jue, "Sister, I know that you are not a thing in the pool, he Long Xiangyang wants to kill me, and after thinking about it, maybe only you can help me." ”

Long Jue was interested, so he turned over and got off the grass bed, squatted down again, and asked, "Oh, how do you say this?"

The middle-aged woman sat on the lame stool, leaned forward, most of the spring light on her chest was exposed, and said with a smile: "The black dragon vein cooperates with the lich clan, if you let the other two veins know, I am afraid that Long Liyang will die, and I will also die, so you and I can't help but join forces, I will help you ascend to the position of patriarch, and return your ancestral weapon." ”

Long Jue dragged his chin with his hands curiously, staring at the white flowers on the middle-aged woman's chest with his eyes, and couldn't help but swallow a mouthful of saliva, "What do you want?"

But Long Jue did not see any greed between men and women in the eyes of the middle-aged woman, but felt like a prey to be hunted.

The middle-aged woman chuckled, flicked her sleeves, and a fragrant breeze blew, "Sister, of course I want to get the Colorful Divine Stone." ”

Long Du shook his head, "I'm not interested in the patriarch position, and besides, although I am a disciple of the Black Dragon lineage, and I take it as my responsibility to get back the ancestral weapon, I can exchange the Colorful Divine Stone, but it is a little more than worth the loss." ”

The middle-aged woman walked to the door, intentionally or unintentionally, "Then what else do you want?"

Long Jue dragged his chin and pondered for a moment, "Unless you help me find out the whereabouts of the ancestor." ”

The middle-aged woman was obviously stunned, no one in the Desolate Ancient Continent didn't know that the ancestor of the Black Dragon Vein left the Dragon Clan 100,000 years ago, and there has been no trace since then, but as for where to go, who will know?" "It's difficult for the little brother to be a sister like this, your vein ancestor has disappeared for more than 100,000 years, how can I know?"

Long decided to get up and stretch, and said listlessly: "Then there is no need to talk about it, I am sleepy and want to sleep." ”

The middle-aged woman no longer had the calm color she had before, before, she had inquired about this dragon duel, she thought that this dragon duel was so ambitious, I was afraid that the entire dragon clan was unmatched, I thought that such a tempting deal, he would gladly agree, it seems that she underestimated this person too much.

The middle-aged woman's mind is full of thoughts, everything is really as she said, Long Liyang has made his attitude clear more than once, and wants to swallow the weapon of the Black Dragon Ancestor, as for the colorful divine stone, don't even think about it, now she is like a prey to be slaughtered in this dragon clan, the demon king let her come alone, I am afraid that she is also worried about this, if the black dragon vein really turned his face, a sentence has nothing to do with the Lich clan, you can perfunctory this matter, after all, with the strength of the dragon clan, now do not dare to tear your face with the Lich clan with great fanfare.

"It's better to ask the demon king in this way, it is estimated that with his old man's strength and knowledge, he may be able to know the whereabouts of your ancestor. ”

At this time, Long Jue had already turned over and got on the bed, lying on his side facing the wall, and when he heard the middle-aged woman say this, he raised his hand very casually, waved it twice, and said, "Then I'll talk about it then." ”