"You are still the same Cao Lie, and you haven't changed at all. ”

Cao Meng, the master of the Scale Sect, glanced at An Yuanxi, who was stunned by the pull-aside, and then turned back to Cao Lie, who didn't seem to think that there was anything wrong with taking away his disciple Feilong, and sneered: "In this way, this sect is more firm in that guess, the research of Luyang City is not your glorious return, you are doing this just for yourself!"

"Smack, smack, smack!"

Cao Lie applauded and smiled: "Wonderful analysis, extraordinary imagination. It's a pity that no one will believe it, not even yourself, and you can only take this as a guess. ”

His fists clenched unconsciously, and Cao Meng's eyes were like lightning: "As long as this sect is still reigning for a day, the Scale Sect will never be able to ally with you, and now I will tell you that the previous agreement is null and void, and the Scale Sect will not supply you with any dragon beasts." ”

"It's too late to show your determination!"

Cao Lie smiled and waved his hand, and sighed: "After seeing Shi Sanke and Xiang Dongyou, Elder Jiao is full of joy and wants to vigorously promote this new type of dragon beast in the Scale Sect, even if there is no you, there are also Zhongzhou Scale Sect and Tiannan Scale Sect to prepare dragon beasts for me." Now that the general trend has been achieved, this king hopes that your resistance can be tougher, after all, playing with young beasts, how can you pull the Lord of the Scale Sect off the throne?"

"Roar!"

A beast roar full of murderous intent came from behind the Dragon Palace, and the flying dragon with bright red scales poked out of the porch of the apse, and a pair of red eyes were full of murderous intent and fear.

If you look closely, you can also see that the dragon wing attached to the left rib has some distorted bones.

"The Sect Master War Beast is actually a remnant dragon, I knew that Dragon Valley was so poor, and it was time to change the partner. ”

Glancing at the fierce war dragon, Cao Lie sneered lightly: "If the Scale Sect is in charge of me, even if it is handed over to Cao Jinyu, it will not be in such a situation." Cao Meng, you are just a second-rate commodity after all, I really don't know what the ancestor likes about you. Abdicate early, it's good for you and for the Scale Sect. ”

"Wenzhi martial arts, this sect is indeed not considered to be a stream, but if you want to be the sect master, you and Cao Jinyu will have another chance to come again, and you can only be a guard chief and intelligence leader. ”

Cao Meng, who was completely ridiculed, sneered and said: "Even if it's not Cao Meng, there are others, take another 10,000 steps back, lie on the throne of the Dragon Palace, lie on a cat, lead a dog, and it won't be your turn to take charge!"

"To make sense, it's all your ten-year delivery time. ”

For the king, the truth is a great thing.

Cao Lie has always been puzzled in his heart, he, Cao Jinyu, and Cao Guang were the most amazing and brilliant disciples in Longgu at that time, this kind of amazement is not only far beyond the level of their peers, in front of the three of them, Longgu's inner doors and true legends are like chickens and dogs, straw and wood.

But he was deprived of everything just because he did some research, and Cao Jinyu was also isolated from the Dragon Valley Power Center for unknown reasons, and even Cao Guang did not really have the ability to involve the decision-making level of Dragon Valley.

Isn't it the simplest and most obvious truth that the most eminent people should lead the Holy Land?

But why do teachers and teachers who have been cultivating second-rate qualifications since they were young, and support them to the top?

Cao Lie really hates Cao Meng, not because he covets the throne of the Scales Sect, but because he hates the mediocre people, and he doesn't know what to say.

If Cao Meng couldn't tell him why, he would definitely give him a lesson that he would never forget, such as pulling out the bones of a certain remnant dragon with blood and blood.

Licking his lips, Cao Lie glanced at the red dragon behind the porch door and locked his gaze on Cao Meng.

"Huh. What does it need?"

Cao Meng shook his arms and stepped forward a few steps, meeting Cao Lie's gaze and pointing at his chest: "A guy who doesn't even have a heart, what qualifications does he have for the matter of the Holy Land." A person like you, even if you put on clothes and achieve the other side, you are still not a person. At best, it's just an animal that is a little more ferocious than the king beast. ”

"The Imperial Beast Sect has been in the Beast Sect for thousands of years, only humans control beasts, how can there be beasts that control people?

Cao Lie, who was humiliated in person, did not get angry, or said that after he broke the mirror, he would no longer be angry.

He just thought it was funny, it was funny that Cao Meng was able to say such a stupid truth, this Dragon Valley was really too old and rotten.

His decision to come back was truly correct and wise.

Thinking of this, Cao Lie looked at Cao Meng, who exuded arrogance in his eyebrows, smiled, shook his head and turned to An Yuanxi, who had been pulled aside since entering the hall.

The former holy son of the Divine Court, a brilliant Tianjiao known as the Feather God.

Cao Lie naturally knew about such a character, so after entering the hall, he trapped him aside with the Dao realm.

Originally, he thought that this young man would struggle desperately after being trapped, but he could just see how far the Yi Shenjue had reached now.

But this kid is very deep in the city, and he obviously has the ability to wrestle with the same Dao realm, but he can't bear it, and since he was pushed aside, he hasn't even changed his breathing in the slightest.

That's kind of interesting...

Waving his hand to disperse the Dao realm, Cao Lie looked at the young man with a jade face for a long time, and asked with a smile: "Why don't you resist, now that the Daozi of the Divine Court doesn't even have the courage to fight." ”

"It's okay for the elders to talk about something, and the juniors and so on. ”

The eight winds are blowing like a willow breeze, An Yuanxi's eyes are calm, his breathing is steady, and he is polite and polite: "Surrounded by mundane affairs, if the seniors don't have any other instructions, the juniors will leave first." ”

"Don't rush to leave. ”

The smile on Cao Lie's face became even stronger: "The king of Shicai heard it, you seem to have evidence of the identity of the new king of Chixia in your hand, take a look." ”

"There is no evidence, just an inference, the seniors are interested?"

......

The immortal realm of Middle-earth, the first peak of ten thousand years

The competition had been going on for a full day and a half, but the faces of the onlookers of the Medicine God Sect powerhouses were not too good.

The dean of Wushuang, who was sitting cross-legged on the podium, was still the chic appearance of his clothes facing the wind, and the black sphere hanging above his head was the same as yesterday.

However, the Hundred Herbs Divine Monarch opposite him had changed his appearance, and when he returned to the Tibetan Peak, the man in the prime of life who contained hundreds of millions of herbs and trees and spiritual energy was constantly overflowing, traveled for hundreds of years in just one day.

The head is full of silver threads, the shriveled body, the face is crawling with deep wrinkles, and the expression is extremely complicated.

After consuming the vitality of hundreds of millions of plants and trees, Jiang Fushen only wanted to renew the life of the peony, but the energy that could move mountains and reclaim the sea failed to delay the withering and withering of the peony.

The peony that slowly rotated in the sight of the two, the dew had dried up, the pink and white petals were black and yellow, and the outermost piece of the compound leaves had been rolled outward, as if it was broken.

Anyone can see that this is a sign of imminent withering and withering.

In this gambling battle between the two kings, it is obvious that the dean has the upper hand.

It's not that the Medicine God Sect can't afford to lose, it's just that these Divine Sects can't understand why the Hundred Herbs Divine Monarch would lose in the field they are best at.