"Dragon Palace?"

Chen Fusheng scratched his head and felt a headache.

Since the Terran Daxing became the master of this world, other races other than the Terran have a common name - the Demon Race.

But there are three racial exceptions.

Therefore, according to the old legend, there were three clans in ancient times.

Chaos opens up, the son of heaven and the earth are ugly, and all things evolve and are born, the beasts are long with the unicorn, the birds are long with the phoenix, and the aquatic ones are all attributed to the dragon family.

The three clans have divided up all the sea, land and air, and the human race at this time is just surviving.

Even if the human race became stronger later, they did not dare to attribute these three races to the demon genus, but called them holy beasts.

There is a way to be a unicorn, a saint is out, and the emperors of the past dynasties have the nickname of the true dragon son of heaven.

It's just that the unicorn has not walked on the dust for nearly a thousand years, and the phoenix bloodline is completely extinct, leaving only five bloodlines of the phoenix genus, and only the dragon clan has retired to the sea but there are still many real dragons in the world.

Naturally, the Dragon Palace has naturally become an extremely powerful force in the cultivation world, not to mention that the longevity they have enjoyed since their birth makes all the monks crazy with jealousy, not to mention the powerful physique and excellent talent they inherited from the True Dragon Clan.

If you add to that the power brought by the fact that they can intermarry with many races and give birth to an unknown number of Jiao genera, it is simply an existence against the sky.

If it weren't for the fact that most of the dragon clan were greedy for luxury, didn't think about cultivation, and only liked to nest in the crystal palace, I was afraid that the world would have been a mess by them a long time ago.

However, Yan Chixia said the two taboo words of pouring the sea in front of a dragon clan, which was simply the bad luck of not looking at the yellow calendar when she went out.

But neither Chen Fusheng nor Yan Chixia dared to kill this dragon boy, whether they could fight or not, let's talk about it first.

The dragon clan is really beating the small ones will attract the old ones, and on weekdays, they don't provoke others is enough to make people burn high incense, and now it's good to provoke them.

Moreover, Chen Fusheng and the others did not believe that the Dragon Palace would send such a lowly young dragon out without preparing corresponding protective measures for him.

Glancing at each other, Yan Chixia stepped forward, looked at the other party, and bowed: "This prince, Fang is Yan's slip of the tongue at a certain time, I don't know that you are next to you, as far as I know, my Ren Tianxing Ren Shibo and the third prince of the East China Sea are righteous brothers, Yan Mou, as a disciple of the Nine Heavens Sword Sect, naturally can't have the intention to insult the Dragon Palace, it is better to look at my Ren Shibo's face, forget it this time, right?"

It stands to reason that when it comes to this, ordinary people laugh at it, but this Dragon Prince is already young, and it has only been a few decades since he was born, and this is the first time he has walked out of the Dragon Palace and seen a cultivator on land.

In the crystal palace of the Jinglong King, he already felt shabby, plus he overheard Yan Chixia's words, originally Yan Chixia said what he said, which made him, a hillbilly who had never been out of the Dragon Palace, listen to it with relish, but the other party finished speaking, and did not mention the Dragon Palace, which made this little dragon very angry, plus he also wanted to fight with these so-called disciples of the famous sect, so he jumped up on the spot and opened his mouth to provoke.

In fact, he really didn't take Yan Chixia's forbidden words to heart, and this was just a reason.

"That's not going to work. ”

The young man made a random move of his hand, and a water dragon fell into the young man's hand like Bai Lian and turned into a silver-white trident.

Stretching out his hand to hold a stance, the young man spoke loudly: "I am the thirteenth prince of the Dragon King of the East China Sea, Ao Kong is also, seeing that the two of you swords must be all above the flying sword, I will not use our dragon clan's secret magic magic to bully you, as long as the two of you have gone through thirty moves under me, I will let you go." ”

Chen Fusheng's eyes shrank, and his assessment of this young man's strength was raised again, and he couldn't help but praise secretly.

Dragons are dragons.

This young man's cultivation is just ordinary, and when converted, it is only the realm of Taoist induction, and Chen Fusheng seems to be one level lower than Yan Chixia, but how can ordinary monks have such mana at this level, if they don't use a body of mana, who is willing to obey the vitality of heaven and earth, where is he as calm as he is, and he comes and goes when he is called, this is purely the most simple and direct manifestation brought by the body of the true dragon.

As for what he said about not using magic, he actually didn't let Chen Fusheng and others take advantage, even if he was just a small dragon, but he was also a genuine dragon body, even if he turned into a human body now, not to mention anything else, just two arms have the power to pull out the mountain.

And even if an ordinary cultivator has been tempered by the Gang Shah, the physical body will never be able to reach this point.

It has to be the kind of sect of Wanhua Sect or the strong gold of Buddhism, which may be comparable to it just now.

However, Chen Fusheng and the others did not have the slightest intention of retreating, and they would always encounter all kinds of difficulties on the road of cultivation, and they could not easily avoid them, so they could only choose to face them.

If you retreat now, you will retreat step by step in the future, and there will be no chance to move forward.

Especially Yan Chixia, his cultivation is one level higher than that of a young man, if he avoids fighting today, then he is afraid that his cultivation Dao heart will collapse immediately, and there is no hope of diligentness.

Not to mention that he still has the prestige of the Nine Heavens Sword Sect for thousands of years behind him, Chen Fusheng doesn't need to think about it to know that if he has to retreat when he encounters this kind of thing, the Nine Heavens Sword Sect will not say that it can be ranked among the thirteen sects of the Dao Sect, and it will have long disappeared into the clouds of the past.

Yan Chixia took a step forward, and as soon as the momentum around her body was released, the Chixia sword was already out of its sheath.

It's just that this time he didn't choose the flying sword technique, but held the sword in his right hand like an ordinary charlatan.

Within 100 steps, three feet in front of you is enough.

Take a long, slow breath in, then exhale it again long, slowly.

Just before this breath was about to be exhaled completely, Yan Chixia's mana had been urged to the extreme, and the evil qi of the refining Dacheng naturally appeared and attached to the Chixia sword that was as red as the sunset.

Leaping forward in great strides, the Chixia Sword was already wrapped in the huge power of the mountain and slashed down from top to bottom.

Fast as lightning and powerful as thunder, this sword can almost be said to be the highest peak of Yan Chixia's swordsmanship.

Chen Fusheng, on the other hand, stood aside, his hands running his true qi and gently rested on the Qiankun bag in his belt, ready to be excited at any time.

Ever since he had a fight with the Qingyang Daoist, his Qiankun bag was always filled with dozens of talisman seals with different effects to meet the requirements.

Although Yan Chixia had signaled him not to interfere before he made his move, he obviously couldn't turn a blind eye to it.

Although this blow was powerful, it was not very much in Ao Kong's eyes, and he saw that he stretched out his hand and lifted it upward, and he actually wanted to use this trident condensed by ice to face this Chixia sword.

Cracking sound.

After all, the trident is not made of good material, and it shatters in response, which is simply overwhelming.