"Young Master Huangjing, let's play with him?" the little leather insect next to him, Huang Pi, complimented.

"Okay! Let's set up a game and fight a ring!" Huangjing glanced at them.

At this time, the imperial dragon accompanied Mo Xiang'er past them casually, and walked straight in the direction of the Nai River.

"Today's sky is a little abnormal, the sun is coming out of the west!" said Huangjing Yin and Yang angrily.

"Yes! The toad wants to eat swan meat! We should call this ignorant fellow a 'fantasist'!"

"Haha......"

The people around laughed.

Huanglong knew that they were teasing him, but he only sneered slightly.

"Brother Long, don't worry about them, let's keep going!" Mo Xiang'er frowned in disgust and reminded Huanglong.

"Of course, I'll treat them like dogs!" said Huang Long, who suddenly said this.

"Who are you talking about! You are a waste of wood, what qualifications do you have to dare to insult us?" Huang Jing roared angrily, causing the people around him who were cultivating to stop their work and go back and forth in this direction.

"Someone's going to fight! go and see the excitement!" someone shouted, and the people rushed over with a cheer.

"Someone dares to be disrespectful to Young Master Ben, Young Master Ben must let him walk around without eating!" Huang Jing looked at the attention of the people around him with such eagerness, and suddenly became interested.

"That's your fetish, and I'm going to throw it away if I can't eat it! I can't walk around! I'm afraid of getting my clothes dirty!"

Huanglong's joke directly shook Huangjing's arrogance back, and the people around him were immediately amused to laugh.

"Haha!"

Huangjing was ridiculed by everyone for no reason, and naturally he couldn't hold face on his face, and he was immediately angry.

"Huanglong, don't think that because your father is the patriarch, we all have to be afraid of you! others are afraid of you, but I, Huangjing, am not afraid of you, because you are this!" Huangjing stretched out his thumb and turned his hand upside down.

"You say I'm a kettle!Yes, some people are dead pigs who are not afraid of boiling water, and my kettle has to heat up the water all the time, ready to scald the rotten dead pig in front of me!" said Huang Long as he fanned his nose with his hand, as if he smelled something.

"Haha......"

The crowd was amused by the shameless wisdom of the imperial dragon.

"You!" Huangjing was immediately so angry that his face turned pale.

"Young Master Huangjing, you don't have to sulk with him, try to compete with him, how can he beat you as a waste?" said the little skin worm attached to Huangjing's ear.

Only then did Huangjing come to his senses, nodded, restrained his anger, and said in a loud voice: "Huanglong, do you have the courage to compete with me?"

"Young Master Ben is not available!" Huang Long said and continued to walk in the direction of the Nai River.

"It's really a waste, I don't have any internal strength, and I still want to marry Miss Mo Xiang'er as my wife? It's just a fool's dream, I said, if they set up a ring the day before they got married, I will definitely be able to defeat this waste in one move, take Miss Mo Xiang'er for myself, and become my little concubine!"

Huangjing knew that the weakness of the imperial dragon was in Mo Xiang'er, so he tried his best to take advantage of his mouth.

"It's not that I don't want to compare, but I just think that you, a dignified and talented ninth-level martial artist, if you lose in the hands of me, a waste wood, won't you lose the face of your father, the general of the Imperial Temple?"

"Hmph! I'm me, my dad is my father! I'll fight my own battles, and I don't need his old man's name!" said Huangjing as he stretched out his thumb and pointed at himself, glaring at the big white eyes and gritting his teeth.

"That is, you are a waste of wood, you are always carrying the majesty of the patriarch everywhere, you are a man, you have the ability to fight with me!"

"Okay! I'll fight! what's better than that?" said the imperial dragon, and Mo Xiang'er next to him originally thought that the imperial dragon would play tricks, and then shook his hand and walked away. I didn't expect Huanglong to accept the battle letter so easily.

"Brother Long, he is a martial artist of the ninth level of Xiucai, you are ...... compared to him," Mo Xiang'er said very worriedly.

"It's okay, Xiang'er, I have a number in my heart. Huanglong smiled at Mo Xiang'er and gave her a sunny gesture.

"That's what you said last time, but didn't you tell me to run quickly?

"What are you running, it's them who are scared away, not me!" Huang Long finished speaking, and walked towards the direction of Huangjing with his arms crossed.

"Well, we're about 100 meters away from the suspended wooden frame over there. On one side of the suspended wood hangs a bronze tripod weighing 100 catties, and on the other side hangs a wooden block weighing only a few dozen catties. The rules of our game are to stand behind this line and use our inner strength to shoot down falling objects. ”

After Huangjing finished speaking, he looked triumphant. He knew in his heart that the Imperial Dragon had no internal strength at all, so how could it be possible to shoot down heavy objects.

"It's that simple?" said the dragon, and everyone almost fell to the ground.

"Brother Long, are you still talking big?" Looking at the extremely embarrassed responses of the people around her, Mo Xiang'er approached the imperial dragon and asked in a low voice.

"No, I'll show you my power in a moment!" said the dragon confidently and easily.

"Could it be that Brother Long has succeeded in cultivating?" Mo Xiang'er thought to herself, looking at Huang Long with a look of adoration on her face.

Everyone looked at Mo Xiang'er who was so obsessed with the imperial dragon, and they were all deeply killed by the thick acetic acid.

"Damn! he's a waste of wood, how could he be so fond of Miss Mo Xiang'er?" Huang Jing gritted his teeth in anger. "Gather up your waste wood today, lest you go and harm our goddess!"

The game officially began, and Huangjing was the first to come. I saw that he urged his internal strength, and a strong internal energy directly knocked the bronze tripod a hundred meters away to the ground like a fifth-level wind.

The crowd cheered.

"Young Master Huangjing is mighty!"

"Young Master Huangjing is really a great god!"

......

Listening to the praise around him, Huangjing was proud, clapped his hands, and made a word of invitation, which meant to let Huanglong try it.

Huanglong was not in a hurry, and slowly came to the back of the line to stand still.

At this time, Mo Xiang'er really pinched a sweat for Huanglong, "Huangjing's skill has really improved rapidly, I didn't expect that he has reached the realm of Xiucai's ninth level and ninth stage, and he is about to surpass me! Half a year ago, he was still Xiucai ninth level and one stage, I don't know what method he used." ”

Mo Xiang'er looked the imperial well up and down, secretly urging her soul perception, and found that there was a black qi on his body, which made people shudder.

"Wu Clan's evil spirit?" Mo Xiang'er immediately collected her soul perception and looked flustered.

At this time, Huangjing seemed to look at Mo Xiang'er perceptively. Mo Xiang'er hurriedly cast a spell to wipe away the traces of soul perception.

When Huangjing turned his head back to look in the direction of Huanglong, Mo Xiang'er let out a breath. "I didn't see it clearly just now, maybe he cultivated some unpopular spells, I was wrong! How could there be the evil spirit of the witch clan in the imperial family! This is impossible! The outside of the imperial city is already heavily guarded, how can foreign forces be allowed to invade the imperial city!"

Thinking like this, Mo Xiang'er let down her guard.

At this time, the emperor dragon was rubbing his arms and twisting his waist, as if he was preparing for a running race or something.

The people around looked at each other when they saw such a layman's action.

"Oh...... Get out of the way!"

"Fuck off!"

"Fuck off!"

......

When Huangjing heard that everyone was echoing him, he got carried away with joy.

At this time, the imperial dragon suddenly shook his hand, and the wooden block in mid-air a hundred meters away suddenly fell to the ground.

The cacophony came to an abrupt end.

The crowd grew their mouths in disbelief and looked at the unfathomable monster in front of them.