Is it a joke? Longzhuer is so close, but Tang Cheng wants to accept hundreds of alien women as gifts. Isn’t this the rhythm of seeking death?

As for women who are not jealous, although the world is vast, there is no such magical creature!

Long Yun's eyes circulated, and he turned around Long Zhu'er, then he smiled and said, "Hehe, understand, understand, are you afraid that she will be jealous? From this point of view, she will not be as good as me!"

"It's better for me to be your lover!"

Long Yun seemed to be trying to stimulate Long Zhuer, and he wanted to press his whole body on Tang Cheng, and his high breasts were squeezed and deformed. Such a ridiculous scene appeared in public, and the eyes of the dragon clans were almost green. But Long Zhuer was still extremely calm, which made Long Yun very discouraged.

"It's really not fun!" Long Yun pouted and gave up. From beginning to end, Tang Cheng was not moved. Long Yun was extremely discouraged and asked, "Are you not moved at all when I am a beautiful woman who comes to my door?"

"Once the vast sea of ​​water was hard to make water, but Wushan was not cloudy. Although the person who wrote this poem was a bastard, this poem was very good."

"All poetry are useless things. Are they more adorable than power?" Long Yun was not interested at all. In the history of the dragon clan's evolution for billions of years, no such thing as poetry, songs and essays appeared.

Pursuing immortality and pursuing power is the necessity of the dragon clan's daily life. Spells and magical powers are occasional adjustments. In addition, sleeping in becomes their favorite.

As for the word game, they are the descendants of the Qinglong.

Tang Cheng Fu Zhixiao, but he didn't mind. For Tang Cheng, the dragon clan was so good that he didn't want to do it. When they were talking in a low voice, the ring was full of excitement and the battle gradually became fierce.

As a result, it was not as expected by Tang Cheng. In terms of points, several people in the Dragon Clan were far ahead and left Tang Cheng behind.

Some guys who are destined to be eliminated take the initiative to help them get points, which is absolutely impossible to see in previous years. Hundreds of people work together to maintain the title of No. 1 in the Dragon Clan.

"When it's over, remember to wake me up!"

Long Yun glanced at Tang Cheng and felt a little touched. She herself was already a typical example of diligent practice. Without this guarantee, with her average figure, it would be impossible for her to reach her current height.

But diligence can be divided into superiority and inferiority. There are absolutely few people like Tang Cheng who will never waste a minute or a second. Long Yun nodded in a complicated expression and agreed.

[It seems that after the Dragon King Sacrifice, I have to work harder!]

The game lasted for a full twenty-three days, and the entire ranking was just over. Tang Cheng ranked 19th. It seems that the guys from the Dragon Clan are not very good at scoring points.

In the huge Jixian Hall, there is no other woman who came up from the lower level except Long Yun. Logically speaking, Long Zhuer, as the seed contestant who was appointed by the elders to participate in the Dragon King Festival, must be more jealous than Long Yun.

However, sometimes, appearance is the strongest weapon. In front of Longzhuer, all strange emotions disappeared, and the rest were just admiration, but admiration.

Long Zhuer did not practice charming skills like Xinyuehu. Her every word, smile, every move was natural. It is precisely this that it makes people even more heart-wrenching.

According to the rules of previous ranking competitions, the first 300 people will automatically be qualified for the Dragon King Festival. However, there are five seed players this year, so the first 295 people can only be admitted.

It seems to be a lot, but among these 300 people, there are only less than 200 people who are truly willing to participate in the Dragon King Festival. Even so, this year is the largest number of people in the past 100 sessions.

Long Haotian stood up and stroked his beard and said, "You are all heroes of my Dragon Clan, but before the Holy Dragon Altar, there is no noise. You must keep this in mind." As he said that, Long Haotian applauded gently. In the Jixian Hall, the four corners of the walls were rayed, and runes flowed, spreading throughout the Jixian Hall in the blink of an eye.

Tang Cheng was calm and he could see with a glance that this was a teleportation array.

Sure enough, the next moment, everyone had already appeared on the turbulent sea surface. However, this time, the sea surface was no longer empty, and a huge dragon skeleton slowly floated out of the sea surface and continued to rise.

It was not until a thousand feet high that the dragon skeleton stopped moving. Looking at it, the skeleton was endless, at least tens of thousands of miles long. Unlike the miserable white bones of other creatures, the dragon skeleton showed a brilliant broken gold color, dazzling and full of texture.

Everyone understands that such a magical creature has only one possibility. This must be the bones of the Oriental Qinglong, one of the four sacred beasts.

"Huh!" Tang Cheng let out a long sigh and sighed in his heart.

[It’s a pity that I was born late. If I lived in the glorious Middle Ages, how wonderful life would be. It is a lifelong regret that I cannot see the unparalleled magical powers of the holy beasts in all directions!]

Long Haotian looked solemn. Facing the remains of the dragon, even as the elder, he had to express his respect. After praying silently for a while, Long Haotian waved his hands and made a series of magic tricks, which slowly opened the head of the dragon bone.

As the dragon's mouth opened wide, a long dragon roar resounded throughout the sky.

This sound is wonderful and goes deep into the soul, making the irritable mind calm down in an instant. All distractions, whether positive or negative, melt away in this long dragon roar.

"You can go in!"

Long Haotian signaled that the tribe members who wanted to accept the Dragon King sacrifice flew into the dragon's mouth, and the so-called holy dragon altar was in the mind of the holy beast Qinglong.

Within the bones, these people, including Long Zhuer and others, will receive the initiation of the Holy Dragon. The initiation process will last for a full seven days, and this process is extremely rough and unlucky. If you are not lucky, it will directly lead to death.

This is why you need to eliminate distracting thoughts with the sound of dragon roar before entering the holy dragon altar. If there are many distracting thoughts, the mortality rate will increase several times. However, even if the dragon clan controls everything in the process to perfection through various arrangements, there will inevitably be someone who dies, which is inevitable.

More than two hundred mermaids entered the skeleton of the holy dragon. This time, Longzhu was left at the end. Before leaving, she looked at Tang Cheng deeply. Then she left, and saw the dragon mouth slowly closing and sinking into the endless deep sea again.

Tang Cheng smiled slightly, and the two of them didn't communicate with each other from beginning to end, but everything was secretly understood. Just now, Long Zhuer told Tang Cheng to be careful.

It is obvious that Tangcheng is in danger here. As for where the danger comes from, it is self-evident!

On the sea, waves were rippling. Long Yiming was looking at Tang Cheng with malicious intentions, with a cruel smile hanging on the corner of his mouth. He brought the holy dragon to the sea. Long Yiming could no longer bear it, so he took two steps forward and shouted sternly: "There is no one in the wilderness, why not fight for you and me to cheer up, how about it?"

Tang tilted his head, glanced at Long Yiming lazyly, and thought to himself: "This is the danger that Long Zhuer implies. The problem is that if this kind of villain does not teach a lesson, he will be more and more fiercely!"

The Holy Dragon Altar had already sank into the endless deep sea. Even if the twelve-level wind blew on the sea surface, it would not be possible to affect the altar at all. Therefore, the only person who had the opportunity to stop this battle was silent.
Chapter completed!