"Congratulations, Brother Yang, you got another treasure. The mage standing beside Yang Zongheng said with a smile.

Yang Zongheng glanced at the male and female mages, and said with some doubts: "Which of you?"

The female mage hurriedly tore off the mask on her face, and it turned out to be Liu Xiaoxiao, and the male mage was naturally Chu Yunlou.

Yang Zongheng almost forgot that Chu Yunlou's disguise technique was quite skillful.

The three of them were naturally happy to get together, but they couldn't help but feel a little worried when they saw that the mages around them were all eyeing each other, and it seemed that they were going to dismantle themselves at any time.

At this moment, a person suddenly said, "It seems that the dragon pool is about to close." The sound was not loud, but it made everyone around him tremble.

Once the dragon pond is closed, it means that they will be locked up here for a year.

Although those mages didn't encounter any danger along the way, they had a vague feeling that this place was really not a good place.

As for Yang Zongheng, anyway, so many mages were present, even if they came out of the dragon pool, they would not be able to escape their palms.

As for why he fled last time in Xichuan, those mages chose to forget.

Practice has proven that those who choose to forget their frustrations will encounter greater setbacks.

I saw that the light hole in the air was gradually darkening, so those mages flew towards the bright light one after another.

The donkey also flew back into Yang Zongheng's body, and Yang Zongheng kowtowed three times to the ruins of the stone tablet, expressing his gratitude to the ancient dragon.

After that, Yang Zongheng, Liu Xiaoxiao, and Chu Yunlou sat on the magic wheel and flew towards the light.

Seeing the light, Yang Zongheng suddenly saw the figure of the Qin family's mage, and at this time he suddenly thought: "I got the ancient desolate dragon, but I promised to help the Qin family's Canglong tendon vein but didn't get it." ”

But there was no time left, and besides, he couldn't kill a dragon.

Yang Zongheng was a little upset for a while, and just as they were about to approach the light hole, suddenly a figure "swished" and pushed Yang Zongheng off the magic wheel like an eagle predator

Liu Xiaoxiao and Chu Yunlou were startled, and were about to jump down, but suddenly felt a strong suction force sucking the two of them into the aperture.

The magic wheel stayed for a moment before breaking free of the suction and flying towards Yang Zongheng, and it was at this moment that the dragon pool closed the exit.

And this Yang Zongheng had already spread his wings, holding the Tibetan shadow in the air, looking at the familiar face opposite-Mo Xingyan!

"Boy, thank you for bringing me one more treasure. Mo Xingyan looked confident.

And Yang Zongheng glanced at his left arm, a little strange, like the blood phoenix phoenix feather and the Xuanhu hidden shadow before, there will be tattoo-like marks on the body, but this Canglong has nothing.

At this time, I suddenly heard a dragon roar in the air, and then I saw that the clouds suddenly covered my head, and a thunderous roar shook Yang Zongheng's eardrums.

One by one, the giant dragons rolled in the dark clouds, and suddenly the dark clouds cracked a gap, and the golden light in the gap was dazzling, and for a while, Mo Xingyan and Yang Zongheng couldn't help but cover their eyes with their hands.

While the two were distracted, a giant dragon suddenly appeared from behind Mo Xingyan and knocked Mo Xingyan out of the air.

I saw a golden dragon flying out of the crack in the dark clouds and flying straight towards Yang Zongheng, Yang Zongheng only felt that there was something strange in his left arm, so he couldn't help but stretch it out.

I saw that the golden dragon hit Yang Zongheng's left arm and immediately spread out like a snowflake, turning into pieces of dragon scales, and then covering Yang Zongheng's left arm layer by layer.

When all the dragon scales merged into Yang Zongheng's body, the dragon in the sky and the dark clouds gradually dispersed.

Yang Zongheng looked at his left arm and saw an obvious layer of dragon scales on it, which made Yang Zongheng, who was originally a dense phobia, couldn't help but get goosebumps.

Fortunately, after a short time, the dragon scales disappeared, leaving only a golden dragon tattoo on Yang Zongheng's left arm.

With the tail of the dragon on the shoulder, the dragon's body wrapping around the entire left arm, and the dragon's head on the back of the hand, the whole golden dragon is lifelike, and it seems that it will leap out at any moment.

Now Yang Zongheng is on the right number, the same as Fengyu Xuanhu.

Import is the beginning, texture is the end.

Mo Xingyan was very shocked when he saw this scene, could this be the treasure formed by the divine beast? Obviously, he has become one with this kid, how can this be?

He had to be killed.

Although Mo Xingyan thought so, he also planned to do so, and even planned to kill Yang Zongheng when he absorbed the dragon scales.

But he couldn't.

The dragon seemed to recognize him, and as soon as he was going to give up entanglement with the dragon, the dragon would immediately turn around and provoke the interference.

The key is that Mo Xingyan has no way yet, if he spells spells properly, Mo Xingyan is really not afraid of this dragon.

But the dragon seemed to understand this, as soon as Mo Xingyan was ready to use a spell, the dragon immediately flew into the distance, and the speed was so fast that Mo Xingyan sighed to himself.

When Yang Zongheng finished absorbing the dragon scales, he looked at his arm, then at Mo Xingyan, and punched at Mo Xingyan.

only heard a thunderclap in the air, which couldn't help but make Mo Xingyan shocked, and even Yang Zongheng was startled.

Then I saw dark clouds in the sky, and lightning in the air slashed towards Mo Xingyan.

"What the hell is this, is this the power of the Ancient Dragon?" Mo Xingyan thought.

Although the thunder and lightning were very dense, Mo Xingyan ran left and right and finally dodged the past, although the movements were a little indecent, but they did not hurt him in the slightest.

Mo Xingyan couldn't help but laugh dumbly: "That's it." ”

As he was talking, he saw a golden dragon, wrapped in lightning, and he didn't know when it had arrived in front of him.

I had been trying to avoid lightning before, but I didn't notice that a golden dragon rushed out of Yang Zongheng's arm, and under the bombardment of lightning, it grew bigger and bigger, and finally became the size of a train.

Seeing this, Mo Xingyan was about to block it with a spell, but the golden dragon immediately dispersed into more than a dozen golden dragons as thick as buckets, and pounced on Mo Xingyan from all directions.

Mo Xingyan gave up resistance when he ascended, only to see that with a wave of his figure, the person was gone.

Yang Zongheng frowned and ran away?

Even so, Yang Zongheng was still very happy, he just wanted to try the power of the dragon casually, and he didn't expect much, but he didn't expect to beat it away with a direct punch, which was also an unexpected joy.

Just when Yang Zongheng was secretly happy, suddenly Mo Xingyan suddenly appeared not far from him, and slashed at Yang Zongheng with his sword.

At this time, Yang Zongheng had already put away the Xuanhu Hidden Shadow, and it was too late to block it with the Hidden Shadow or the Iron Wing, so he hurriedly raised his left arm.

Mo Xingyan was overjoyed.

This will take the life of this boy.

But the sword was cut down, but Yang Zongheng was not injured at all.

I saw that the sword was blocked by a light film that seemed to be nothing, and there were faint dragon scales on the light film, and the light film was naturally formed by the dragon scales on Yang Zongheng's left arm.

When Mo Xingyan was stunned, Yang Zongheng had already sent out the Flying Smoke Sword.

I saw a white light passing by, and before Mo Xingyan could react, he had already penetrated his left shoulder.

Originally, Yang Zongheng could have asked for his life, but he didn't, but he didn't have any special reason, just that he didn't want to kill him in his heart.

Seeing Mo Xingyan clutching his bleeding shoulder, he looked at himself with a collapsed expression.

Yang Zongheng laughed, but Mo Xingyan was almost crying.

Without this, I am a genius master, but I was repeatedly injured and humiliated by a fledgling stinky boy?

It's good to have treasures!