"I'm afraid it's not just me, there are many powerful people in the God Emperor realm who have received invitations from Shenlong Dao."

Leng Youyue smiled bitterly.

Ye Yun nodded and smiled: "I'll ask this old guy..."

In an instant.

He appeared next to the old man in sackcloth.

The old man in sackcloth was reminiscing about the past, and he did not expect that a strange man in white would suddenly appear.

"who?"

The old man in sackcloth was startled, and he raised the Panlong crutch in his hand.

This person approached quietly, and his cultivation level must not be lower than that of a strong man at the ninth level of the God Emperor Realm.

"It really is the blood of the nine-tailed dragon..."

Facing the actions of the old man in sackcloth, Ye Yun remained indifferent, felt it carefully, and then couldn't help but laugh.

This was the first time he saw a living nine-tailed dragon.

Unfortunately, it's not Long Xiao.
Chapter completed!