The waterfall dragon wrapped its tail around the little crocodile spirit and gently sent it to Zhu Minglang.

Completely different from the way of dealing with the catfish, the waterfall dragon treats the little crocodile spirit quite gently.

"Woo oh ~~~~~" The little crocodile spirit saw Zhu Minglang with a look of grievance.

Zhu Minglang sat in front of its big head, and a smile gradually appeared on his face.

"Little Black Fang, you see, even it is impressed with you, you are doing a good job. Zhu Minglang pointed to the waterfall Jiaolong.

The little crocodile spirit was full of wounds, and it tried hard to raise its head, and found that the neck and head of the waterfall dragon were standing proudly beside it, but most of its body was under the deep pool.

It seemed that when he thought that his goal was to become a dragon as powerful as this Zhanchuan dragon, how could he collapse here and wail, the little crocodile spirit got up on his own again, looking stubborn that I would not fall down easily.

The little crocodile probably wanted to say that we worked together to kill that catfish.

"Teacher Duan Lan, ......" Zhu Minglang was about to say goodbye, but saw Duan Lan standing on a boulder, heading towards the rock wall where the catfish was crushed and broken.

The waterfall fog is drifting, hazy, and the body of Duan Lan, the daughter of the dragon, looks more graceful in these wet air, even if the majestic waterfall is noisy, it can't hide her delicate and unearthly beauty.

She lifted the palm of her hand, as if to grasp something in the air.

After staying so quietly for a few minutes, she finally got something, slowly turned around, and walked towards Zhu Minglang and the injured little crocodile spirit.

"It turns out that this catfish has been cultivated for nearly two hundred years, and the cunning beast has been hiding here. This is its soul demon orb, as a healing medicine for your little crocodile spirit, it should be able to make your crocodile spirit turn into a dragon faster. Duan Lan handed a cloudy dark red bead to Zhu Minglang.

The bead was not big, only the size of a thumb, and Duan Lan seemed to be using her spiritual power to stabilize it and not let it dissipate.

That's a good thing!

Zhu Minglang didn't expect Teacher Duan Lan to be so generous, and he didn't hesitate to consume a lot of spiritual power to collect souls and brew pearls for himself!

Being a student of Teacher Duan Lan is so happy.

After taking the demon bead, Zhu Minglang naturally knew that this thing was not so easy to condense, so he fed the little crocodile spirit as soon as possible.

In addition to raising dragons and training dragons, dragon herders also have a particularly powerful ability, that is, collecting souls and brewing pearls.

Like the old monsters in the deep pool, their cultivation has been separated from the mortal spirit, and even the souls that dissipate after death are extraordinary.

The dragon herder can use his spiritual power to condense these afterlife spirits in his hands, and purify the cruel resentment of the demon spirit before his death, and turn it into a demon bead that is very beneficial to his young spirit and young dragon!

Generally speaking, the higher the cultivation year of the demon spirit, the better the spirit bead it will turn into after death.

Nearly two hundred years, although the little crocodile spirit did not inherit 100% of these two hundred years of cultivation after taking it, it had already made it grow a big step forward!

After digesting this demon bead, the little crocodile spirit is about to become a big predator spirit, and it is not far from the dragon gate......

After obtaining a jar of frost tree nectar from Teacher Duan Lan, the recent ration problem of the two dragon babies was completely solved, and Zhu Minglang didn't have to work so hard to stay up all night.

Sleep peacefully, and the next thing to do is to wait slowly for Xiao Bai and Xiao Heiya to grow.

In their own spiritual realm, they actually grow very fast, like those wild monsters, they either rely on fighting and snatching spiritual fruits to improve their cultivation, or they rely on the accumulation of time and slowly cultivate.

The Dragon Herder's spiritual realm not only increases the growth rate of the dragon, but also allows the dragon's cultivation to increase several times.

One year of dragon cultivation in the spirit realm is about equal to ten years of cultivation of living beings outside, and with the improvement of the dragon herder's own strength, this multiple will rise.

It's a pity that the little black tooth didn't turn into a dragon, otherwise sleeping in the spiritual realm, even if he slept all day long, he could easily surpass the young spirits of those students.

......

The best thing about how to train your dragon is that they have a huge dragon library, which contains a large number of dragon species, in order to better understand Bai Yi's growth, Zhu Minglang also deliberately went to the library to find out the details about the Bingchen White Dragon.

The library is elegant, whether it is the floor or the wooden bookshelves, they are all cleaned without a trace of dust, and the warm light of the rare afternoon in the cold autumn is scattered on Zhu Minglang's body from the spacious rattan window like a golden velvet carpet......

A few books, a glass of water, the academy is really extraordinarily spacious, and the common area is also so stylish, which is like two worlds from the chaotic, poor and backward land.

"Whether it is the Silver Moon Ying Dragon or the Starwind Ice Dragon, it is only about a year and a half from the juvenile period to the growth period, not only does it not belong to the dragon clan that has been developing for a long time, but it still grows quite fast. Zhu Minglang was holding two books at the same time, making a comparison,

"In this way, the Bingchen White Dragon, which has both of their bloodlines, should only need a year and a half to reach the growth stage. ”

There are not many records of the Bingchen White Dragon, and Zhu Minglang can only analyze it from its two major bloodlines.

"For a year and a half, with the nourishment of the Spirit Realm, it will only take more than a month. ”

"Feeding enough nectar can be shortened to a month. ”

"It's a pity that if all the nectar is frost tree nectar, this time may be shortened to more than twenty days, and Bai Dai's ice velvet feather and ice magic will be stronger. ”

The market price of frost tree nectar is five grains of golden sand in a jar, which is five times higher than that of ordinary nectar, and the supply is still very small.

"Speaking of which, the little black tooth ate the demon beads, and the amount of food increased again, and the big meat silkworm prepared before was no longer enough......"

While reading a book and pinching his fingers to calculate, Zhu Minglang soon fell into the most profound contemplation in his life - how to get money.

Zhu Minglang took another book on the way to make money, and when he saw a stunning proposal in the book, "The dragon's lair is generally full of gold and silver treasures, and looting the dragon's lair is the fastest way to make money", so he closed it heavily.

Let's look for the records about the little black tooth, Teacher Duan Lan repeatedly emphasized that it was a young spirit with great potential, and he should also make more plans for its dragon life!

Walking down the long corridor, the sunlight slanting in the clear sky came in from the west, passed through the shelves one after another, layer after layer, and was cut into countless golden silks......

Between the light and silk, a wonderful woman wandered carelessly between the corridors, and a pair of eyes that were brighter and more beautiful than the golden sunlight were also so careless.

She walked lightly past the bookshelf, her slender hand resting on the spine of a few old books, but in the end she didn't select it, and slowly put it back.

There are no books she wants, and it seems that she is not in the mood to read them today.

Zhu Minglang was at the intersection of the book gallery, his eyes were involuntarily attracted, forgetting that it was an offense to stare at a woman like this, and he also forgot that he was looking for a book.

How is she?

Nan Ling Sa......

Or Li Yunzi?

The last time he glanced at it in a hurry, Zhu Minglang began to suspect that he was stunned, how could he see another woman as Li Yunzi.

But when they meet again this time, Zhu Minglang is still sure that she is Li Yunzi.

Today, she is a little less cold and resolute, and a little more bookish.

"What a coincidence, we met again. Zhu Minglang saw her slowly walking here, and still opened his mouth to say hello.

"Do you think it's a coincidence?" the woman seemed to have seen him a long time ago, her beautiful eyes staring at the bookshelf, but her words responded to Zhu Minglang.

"Yunzi?" Zhu Minglang had a hint of joy in his heart.