Regarding Zhang Long's decision, Wu Xie did not question or object. Since he is the head of the twenty-seventh generation of disciples, he should stand up in case of trouble, and his identity and responsibility have always been integrated.

But the third prince of Ao didn't think so, when he heard Zhang Long's words, his eyes suddenly widened, and he looked Wu Xie up and down very impolitely, and then let out a cold snort from his nose.

"You're going to let such a little guy who doesn't even understand the truth of life and death do this? It's too child's play! ”

Yun Mengze Da Longjun's son unabashedly showed his displeasure, and his words were full of dissatisfaction with Qingyang Guan: "I want to tell you, whether you can handle this matter to our satisfaction will directly affect the relationship between our Yun Mengze and Qingyang Guan!" ”

His words were full of threat, which made Wu Xie frown.

Zhang Long was not affected by the words of the third prince of Ao, and still smiled confidently and calmly: "Wu Xie is the head of the twenty-seventh generation of disciples of our Qingyang Concept, and he is very reliable in terms of ability and character. ”

"That's just from the perspective of you, who is too partial to your fellow disciples!" The third prince of Ao sneered and said, "He is not even thirty years old, and his knowledge is very shallow. The strength is even weaker, and when it comes to the authority of a dragon monarch, he can't do it at all! ”

"Believe in his ability, in the ten years since he entered the Tao, he has done several remarkable things. His abilities are far stronger than what you see on the surface. ”

The third prince of Ao coldly looked at Zhang Long for a moment, hesitated, but still shook his head.

"You monks don't know about the situation of our water tribe. I don't think he can handle this-" He also seemed to sense that his tone was too bad, and he paused slightly, and his words softened a little, "Zhang Chiyan, you are also an ethnic group with dragon blood flowing in it, you should understand very well, but anything that involves my clan, even a small matter can easily become a big thing." ”

"Chiyan" is Zhang Long's Dao name, and most monks will choose the Dao name for themselves after they have broken through life and death, but compared to this Dao name that alludes to the red dragon blood of his ancestors, Zhang Long prefers the name left by his parents to him.

He frowned slightly, lost in thought.

As one of the most brave and skilled fighters among the twenty-sixth generation of disciples, he has participated in hundreds of battles, and has also experienced all kinds of things that ordinary people cannot experience in several lifetimes. This not only cultivated his steady character, but also made him indifferent to some things that should have been particularly vigilant.

But under the reminder of the third prince of Ao, he noticed the problem.

The dragons are the most bizarre race in the world, their blood can flow in all things, and this free power seems to be naturally present in their souls, especially for the male dragons, there seems to be nothing that can bind them - whether it is strength, duty, or death.

It seems to echo this free and easy temperament, but whenever it comes to the relationship with the dragon clan, there are often some unexpected changes, which makes people unprepared.

With the ability to understand, it is certainly enough to deal with the situation in general, but what if there is an unexpected change?

Zhang Long pondered for a long time, and his eyes fell on Wu Jie.

He could see that Wu Jie's luck was extremely strong, and his successful chivalry and righteousness again and again not only increased his fortune, but also allowed him to accumulate a lot of prestige among the people. The worship of the gods has further increased his luck, and now he is said not to fall unless he seeks his own death.

In that case, giving him a little more training will help him grow faster.

As for the question of whether this matter can be done, Zhang Long did not think too deeply.

If Wu Xie can't stand it, there is also him Zhang Long; If he can't stand it, he can ask Shaoguang Zhenren to come forward; Even if Shaoguang Zhenren can't handle it, there are some ancestors who have not retreated at the moment.

No matter what, even if you use brute force, you can handle this matter well.

…… Although there is a little dragon blood flowing, Zhang Long is a monk of Qingyang Guan after all, not a member of the Dragon Clan, and he thinks about the problem from the perspective of Qingyang Guan.

Even if it will bring a little extra loss to Yun Mengze, as long as Wu Xie can grow, he will not bother to care about Yun Mengze!

Yun Mengze's affairs, the dragon clan with their own Yun Mengze will find a way by themselves. Anyway, Yunmengze has the Dragon Ancestor of the Huandan realm, and there are a large number of shrimp soldiers and crab generals, who want money, money, people, and people who want money, and they themselves cause trouble, and Qingyangguan is also a favor to help, do you still expect Qingyangguan to use his strength to help outsiders?

As for Luo Yu's question, it's even funnier. Want to hook the soul of the disciples of Qingyangguan? Okay, give it a try!

The status of Qingyang Guan for tens of thousands of years, and the prestige of the seven disciples of the twenty-sixth generation, are not blown out, but played!

recalled that the brothers and sisters fought together, defeated one enemy after another, and finally played the prestige of the "Seven Great Disciples of Qingyang Temple...... Zhang Long couldn't help laughing.

But he immediately realized his gaffe, quickly regained his serious appearance, and was about to persuade a little more, when a black-clothed figure suddenly appeared at the door and walked in directly.

His steps were not fast, but with each step, the momentum on his body increased by a point, and the whole person looked a little bigger, and more light continued to emanate from his body. When he walked in front of the three of them, he had already turned into a giant of light, as if he could crush everyone with one hand, and people couldn't help but be in awe from the bottom of their hearts.

This is the leader of the twenty-sixth generation of disciples of Qingyang Guan, who has accumulated in the realm of initiation for hundreds of years, and then accumulated thick and thin, breaking through the realm of refining Gang in one go, and has even begun to condense the Jiang'an of the true yuan.

"You're thinking too much." Jiang'an's voice was like thunder, full of unhappiness, "Whether it is a monk or a dragon, walking in the world, one relies on integrity to win respect, the second relies on friendship to win friends, and the third relies on strength to win victory." The integrity of Qingyang Concept, Prince You will see; We are willing to talk to you for so long, and friendship is already in front of us; What you are doubting and not confirming now is just the amount of strength, right? ”

Although the Third Prince Ao was shocked by Monk Ning Yuan's momentum, he still reluctantly raised his head and replied loudly with disguised pride: "That's right! So what are you going to do? ”

"If you want to see the strength of the force, let him show you!" Jiang'an's figure gradually shrunk, returning to him who was usually dressed in black, and the dazzling light like the sun disappeared without a trace, "Wu Jie, if the third prince's subordinates are merciful, can you catch him with three moves?" ”

"It should be fine." Wu Xie hurriedly bowed his head and replied.

In front of outsiders, the rules are still very important, and the Dragon Palace can't let the Dragon Palace underestimate the Qingyang Temple, and feel that the Qingyang Temple monks are not big or small—although it seems that this is the case.

Jiang An's proposal made Zhang Long slightly surprised, he looked at his senior brother suspiciously, but did not question Jiang An's decision.

Jiang An is the leader of the twenty-sixth generation of disciples, and as long as he does not violate the rules of the sect, even the master cannot deprive him of the command of his junior disciples.

It doesn't matter if you talk about it, laugh and make trouble, but on serious issues, if you understand, you must implement it, and if you don't understand it, you must also implement it.

The sect that has been inherited for tens of thousands of years has its own set of rules.

The third prince of Ao widened his eyes and stayed there for a few seconds before he asked loudly, "What did you say?" Let this kid pick me up three ways? ”

"If he can do it, it will be enough to prove his ability, right?" Will the shore said expressionlessly.

“…… I stepped into the realm of refining gang hundreds of years ago, and I'm a dragon! Third Prince Ao couldn't help but feel angry on his face, "A mere cultivator under the age of thirty, a mortal who can't even understand the principle of life and death, wants to catch my three moves?" Are you looking down on me! ”

"He can do it." Jiang An said lightly, "That's why we can rest assured that we will leave this matter to him in charge." ”

There seemed to be flames erupting from the eyes of the third prince of Ao, and his chest rose and fell violently, and it took a long time to suppress his anger and say in a deep voice: "Good! Then let him try! ”

The immortals have always been very efficient in doing things, and after a while, the four of them have already arrived at the martial arts arena, and Jiang An has specially used the formation of the martial arts arena, and the opaque light curtain covers the huge martial arts arena, and the disciples passing by and the monsters patrolling will not be able to see everything that happens here.

Wu Xie and the third prince of Ao stood face to face on the martial arts training ground, but compared to Wu Jie, who was waiting for the battle and looked a little nervous, the third prince of Ao was very leisurely and arrogant.

He has the capital of pride.

In terms of cultivation, he is two realms higher than Wu Jie, especially the gap between refining Gang and entering the Dao, which is by no means beyond the reach of ordinary people.

In terms of physique, he is a dragon in human form, who can tear steel with his bare hands, and mortals are not vulnerable in front of him.

In terms of experience, he has lived for nearly four hundred years, and Wu Xie is not even one-tenth of his.

No matter how he looked at it, he didn't think that this ordinary-looking young man in front of him could catch his three moves!

"I'll be merciful, but if you're too weak, you can still get hurt." He sneered and said, "Little guy, if you feel that you can't stand it, just say it honestly, don't hold on." ”

Wu Xie bowed slightly and saluted his seniors, but did not answer.

He expressed his resolve in silence.

The third prince of Ao frowned, and was greatly dissatisfied with Wu Jie's ignorant performance.

So he simply clenched his fist neatly and hit Wu Xie in the air.

This punch contained the true qi that far surpassed that of an ordinary cultivator, turning into a majestic wind, which wanted to blow Wu Xie directly away.

This is the crudest but most effective method, and it is difficult to solve because of its simplicity.

The most powerful swordsman couldn't deal with a stone wall that suddenly collapsed, because he had nowhere to run or stop - this was the situation Wu Xie was facing now.

But Wu Xie is not a swordsman, he is a monk, and he is the best among the monks of the same level!

In the face of the howling wind, he didn't have any panic, just a red light flashed under his feet, and the whole person had moved to the other side of the martial arts arena.

This is a very common five-element escape technique in spells, fire escape.

"It's really a bit of a skill to practice Huo Dun so proficiently!" The third prince of Ao couldn't help but raise his eyebrows slightly, and his evaluation of Wu Xie was one or two points higher.

But it's not enough to just run away!

He was about to continue attacking, but he saw that Wu Xie suddenly took out a cyan wooden staff in his right hand, and then pinched a few pills in his left hand, and his body suddenly became red, and he cast several powerful auxiliary spells on himself one after another for a while.

"Want to use this method to bridge the gap between each other? The idea is good, but the gap in strength is not so easy to make up! ”

A sarcastic smile appeared at the corner of Ao Sanzi's mouth, his right hand was raised high, and the white torrent swirled over his palm, which was about to turn into a surging wave, submerging the entire martial arts arena.

At this moment, Wu Xie had already absorbed the True Yuan mana provided by the Yuan Staff and the Pill, and restored himself to an almost intact state.

Then, before the third prince of Ao made a move, he launched the True Fire Law Body!