The crane egg also seemed to be aware of the existence of the green dragon, and the speed of the rupture became faster and faster.

"Boom!"

With a loud bang, the upper part of the crane egg finally cracked, and as the bullet case broke, everyone held their breath.

"Squeak!"

From the crane egg, there was a childish cry, and the green dragon flew over, raised the dragon's head to look at the crane egg, only to see a small black head poking out of the cracked crane egg.

Suddenly, all the cranes in the Qianxi Mountains shouted loudly, flapped their wings, and lowered their heads in the direction of the crane eggs.

The little head opened his eyes, twisted from side to side curiously, and seemed to feel that the dragon in front of him was a little strange, and the green dragon excitedly shook the dragon's tail, brought the dragon's head closer, and rubbed the long beak of the Moyu crane with the dragon's beak.

The ink feather crane was newborn, and its small head was not as big as the dragon horns of the green dragon, and it was a little impatient to be rubbed by the green dragon, so he raised his head and gently pecked the dragon's mouth with his beak.

Qinglong seemed to enjoy the feeling of being pecked by the Ink Feather Crane, and kept rubbing the little head of the Ink Feather Crane with the dragon's beak, and the two venerable beasts rubbed back and forth in mid-air, which was very funny.

The Moyu Crane was annoyed by the rubbing, and fell backwards, the movement was a little big, and the remaining half of the eggshell was squeezed into pieces by it, and everyone saw the Moyu Crane's whole body clearly.

At this time, the black feather crane is only the size of a pheasant, but its body is covered with black feathers, and it flies with two wings, and it is not very skilled, and the end of the wings is completely different from the body, with white feathers.

On the little head, there is a faint red dot, the green dragon seems to be curious, rubbing the red dot on the top of its head, the black feather crane can't fight the green dragon, so it has to fly to the cliff, but it flies very clumsily, the green dragon just gently flicked its tail, and chased after it.

Qinglong loves this newborn black feather crane very much, it has guarded the southern cold mountain for many years, has seen countless black feather cranes born, and has a strong affection for this magical creature.

It kept rubbing against the Moyu Crane to express its affection, but it was afraid that it would use too much force and hurt the Moyu Crane, and the whole body twisted and pinched, which was very interesting.

Seeing this, Han Yu Zhenren laughed and said: "Everyone, the Moyu Crane has been born, and those who are destined can become its master, but please keep your hands and don't hurt the rest of the cranes." ”

As soon as these words came out, everyone was gearing up, Wuchenzi took the first step, and quickly swept up the cliff, and the rest of the mountain gates hurriedly followed, and then, thousands of Qiyunguan disciples ran towards the cliff quickly.

Xin Yibo pulled Qiu Ze tightly, afraid that he would get lost in the crowd, Han Yu Zhenren squeezed over and asked, "Senior brother, why don't you go?"

Xin Yibo smiled: "I don't want to be hurt by your senior brothers, let's take a look first." ”

"Well, let's go to the treetops and have a look. ”

Xin Yibo nodded, pulled Qiu Ze and flew to an ancient tree, and Han Yu Zhenren also flew up to the treetops.

Han Yuzhen stroked his beard: "Senior brother, in your opinion, who has the honor to be favored by the Moyu Crane?"

Xin Yibo smiled: "In my opinion, the head of the family is very promising." ”

"Oh, yes? I don't think Daochen has a chance of winning. ”

On the cliff, Wuchenzi used his body technique and stepped quickly, behind him, there were four mountain gates closely following him, and Daochen Zhenren jumped to the other side, turned around and said something quickly, and more than a dozen disciples in dark blue robes behind him nodded yes and dispersed, seemingly impermanent, but intentionally or unintentionally blocked the rest of the disciples of the mountain gates.

Qi Yunguan's disciples are numerous, but at this time, among the noisy crowd under the cliff, nearly eighty percent are white-robed disciples, these disciples are not cultivated enough, and the cliff is too steep, they can't go up at all, they can only climb, but under the crowd, many disciples just climbed up and fell down.

The disciple wearing a light blue robe has already had some cultivation, and his body is not bad, and he can climb the cliff, at this time, on the cliff, Wuchenzi is at the highest place, below, is the mountain gate of each peak and valley, and Daochen Zhenren is eyeing the other side.

In the middle, there are dozens of disciples wearing dark blue robes, their strength is strong, they are the mainstay of various peaks and valleys, but they are blocked by the disciples of Daochen Zhenren, and it is not easy to step forward again.

Anyone could have imagined such a venerable beast as Mo Yu He, and the short-tempered disciples pulled out their long swords and fought with Dao Chen's disciples.

Under the careful cultivation of Daochen Zhenren, the number of senior disciples under the sect was extremely large, and when they saw their fellow disciples draw their swords, they didn't talk nonsense much, and rushed forward directly.

Suddenly, the entire cliff was in a mess, and the sound of mana and weapons colliding resounded throughout the entire mountain, and the brothers and sisters on weekdays all started to fight, and the sky was dark.

In the melee, from time to time, a disciple was hit, fell off the cliff, fell down, the anger in his eyes soared, he took the sword, and rushed up to join the battle group.

Looking at the disciples who were fighting, Han Yu Zhenren said helplessly: "If there is a strong enemy attacking at this time, I'm afraid it will be difficult for Qi Yunguan." ”

Han Yu Zhenren never participated in any struggle, and the disciples under his seat also became desireless under his influence, and dozens of disciples all stood under the trees, looking at the farce on the cliff.

Xin Yibo also said helplessly: "People's hearts are always complicated. ”

The contradictions on the cliff were constantly intensifying, and in the chaotic battle, many disciples were injured, and in anger, they summoned the crane to help in the battle, and the battle gradually spread from the cliff to the air.

The white-robed disciples under the cliff were divided into several camps, holding weapons, and they also fought.

If it is placed in normal times, it is a great sin to fight with the same door, especially the fighting between the various peaks and valleys, which will be severely punished by the door rules, but the fight for the Moyu Crane depends on the ability, even if the same door is seriously injured, it will not be punished.

The battle intensified, from the cliff to the air, and then to the Qianxi Ridge, there were fierce battles everywhere, mana collisions, weapons collisions, the momentum was huge, and the birds in the Qianxi Ridge fled one after another.

"Alas, if Master Qing Yi is still on the mountain, looking at this scene, I don't know how he will feel. ”

Han Yu Zhenren sighed and shook his head.

In the melee, someone often got a sword and screamed loudly, and Han Yu Zhenren couldn't help but feel a little distressed when he heard it.

Wuchenzi swept away, and in the blink of an eye, he arrived not far from the Moyu Crane.

Where had the newborn Inkfeather Crane ever seen such a scene? I saw someone come to catch it, fluttering its wings, and running up and down the cliff.

Although it has only been born for a short time, it is a venerable beast after all, running on a steep cliff, and its movements are a little clumsy, but it runs extremely fast.