In the early morning of the third day, all the relatives, including the elders, were called out to watch the main characters this time. In Ye Qiao's imagination, the mysterious dragon clan should at least be a giant dragon falling from the sky. The moment he actually saw it, the same thing happened. There was silence for a few seconds.
It's not that the other party is ugly or anything else, it's a bit different from what he imagined.
He is a young child, about twelve or thirteen years old, and his baby fat has not gone away. No matter how you look at it, it cannot be linked to the legendary dragon, and it is incomparable with the phantom seen in the inheritance land.
In the early morning, the five sect members were called out to watch a child. To be honest, their faces were not very good-looking, and even their attitude gradually changed from solemn at the beginning to casual and perfunctory.
Chu Xingzhi even wanted to say harshly, 'That's it? The young man opened his mouth, but was glared at by the elders.
Mingxuan looked at the little prince in front of him in surprise, turned his head and asked Xue Yu next to him: "Is this the legendary dragon clan?"
Mu Chongxi was equally surprised: "So, he is a human being?" He thought he was a beast like KFC.
Ye Qiao: "It's hard to imagine that he is actually a human being."
The young prince of the dragon tribe has sensitive ears and looks directly at the most unpleasant-tongued descendant. The girl is wearing plain clothes, and her features look a little cute and quiet.
The curve of his lips was a little cold: "Who is speaking?"
"The personal descendant of the Changming Sect."
"Where's the person next to her?"
"Another direct descendant of the Changming Sect."
oh. Are these two Crouching Dragon and Phoenix chicks still one?
So it is conceivable that the sect is not a serious sect.
From the bottom of his heart, he immediately eliminated the Changming Sect as a major option among the human races that could be cooperated with.
When the direct descendants paid no attention to this child and even wanted to wave their hands and go back to sleep, Zhou Xingyun said softly, "He is in the late Nascent Soul stage."
He and Ye Qinghan broke through early, and their cultivation was in the middle stage of Yuanying. If the little prince didn't use a magic weapon to block his cultivation, then there was no doubt that he was in the late stage of Yuanying.
Chu Xingzhi turned his eyes: "Seriously?"
"Just him?" Su Zhuo also interjected.
"Yes." Ye Qinghan nodded affirmatively, "very strong."
Even Ye Qinghan said this, so it can only be the late Nascent Soul stage.
"Are you sure he needs our protection?" Ye Qiao pointed to himself in disbelief, "It's better to protect him than to protect me."
"That's not the point." Xue Yu shook her and asked her to cheer up, "Who doesn't want to be friends with the Dragon Clan."
"There is also the matter of face. This is our venue and we must not lose to other sects."
In this case, even if you don't want to fight, you have to decide the outcome. It's a matter of face.
"Come to Chang Ming Zong's back mountain sword training ground." Duan Yu motioned for them to follow. This time the young prince brought a few guards with him. Their cultivations were all in the late Jindan stage according to visual inspection. As soon as they came in, they looked at Chang Ming Zong up and down.
Made a few mocking noises.
The most indispensable thing for the Dragon Clan is spirit stones. This can be seen from the various good things left over from the place of inheritance. Leng Buding saw that the large number of human monks were so monotonous and expressed it without any concealment. Disdainful.
Zhou Xingyun glanced at them and passed by them lightly, "Don't make pig noises if it's okay."
One of them was furious: "You..."
"Wait a minute." Ye Qiao interrupted him in time and bumped into the opponent with a sprint. When the dragon clan was shocked and angry and thought she had something to say, Ye Qiao asked as if nothing had happened: "What are you going to have for breakfast today, second senior brother. "
Mingxuan laughed twice without meaning and passed by them.
The dragons who had just arrived were almost furious to death due to the tacit cooperation of the Changming Sect.
"They know how to cooperate so well." The little prince of the dragon clan twitched his lips, "I hope they can have such a tacit understanding when the time comes to fight."
There is only one competition stage in the back mountain sword training ground. For the sake of safety, Elder Zhao made one point in advance after they arrived, "If all the venues are damaged, ten times the compensation will be paid."
"I don't think there are any direct disciples who want to stay and compensate." He glanced at a few sword cultivators with powerful destructive power: "Do you think so?"
The direct reflex of the person who was shot straightened his back and nodded subconsciously.
"Your Highness. Should we leave first, or stay and see?" the guard asked in a low voice.
"Stay and take a look." The little prince's voice was a little soft, and his eyes fell on Wenjian Zong.
He is more optimistic about this sect. Compared with the weird one before, this one seems much more normal. And what is the difference between the human monks and their dragon clan? No matter what, it was worth his while to stay and watch the competition between these so-called direct descendants.
"Are you the most powerful monks in the world of cultivation?" he asked as if he didn't understand. The little prince looked at Ye Qinghan, a serious man.
Ye Qinghan said calmly: "No. We cannot rule out some talented casual cultivators."
"But the younger ones and the stronger ones are basically all here."
The little prince realized, "Then I hope you can win."
No matter how you look at it, the Wenjian Sect is more reliable than the Changming Sect.
Ye Qinghan nodded.
Deep down in their hearts, they have already analyzed each other's strength.
The Bishui Sect was the first to be eliminated, the Chengfeng Sect only had two sword cultivators, and the Yue Qing Sect didn't even mention four talisman cultivators.
Nowadays, only Changming Sect and Wenjian Sect can compete for the task of escorting the young prince.
Before the game even started, there were already all kinds of flashes of swords and swords floating around.
"Come on, come on." Ye Qiao motioned for them to bring their heads over, and then whispered something.
Mu Chongxi thought for a moment, "I'm holding Chu Xingzhi behind."
Ye Qiao blinked: "Leave it to me, Ye Qinghan." Ye Qinghan probably also wanted to beat himself up in such a formal competition.
"In addition to Zhu You, there are also those two sword cultivators. It is difficult to cooperate." Mu Zhongxi reminded, "Is it okay to leave it to senior brother?"
Zhou Xingyun looked indifferent and felt confused, "Didn't they say that the strength is average?"
"It's really average to fight alone, but the two of them cooperate very well. When the two of them join forces, they can complete the cross-border counterattack."
Ye Qiao saw that what he said was clear and logical, "Have you ever fought against them?"
Mu Chongxi shook his head honestly: "No, but I have seen the scene where they teamed up to deal with the monster."
Ye Qiao and Mu Chongxi were often trained together by having their heads pressed.
One is good at avoiding, the other is good at confronting.
It cannot be said that there is no cooperation between the two, it can only be said that they both like to fight independently, and now the test of team battle is cooperation.
These people didn't know what they were discussing in secret. Ye Qinghan frowned and said, "Be careful with Ye Qiao."
"Try to get rid of her first."
Both sides have great ill will toward each other.
Zhu You held up his chin: "Do you hate her so much?"
Ye Qinghan: "I just analyze it from an objective perspective. She is very troublesome."
"But Changming Sect has an alchemy cultivator, so we have the advantage."
Dan Xiu is a treasure in the world of cultivation, but he has no advantage in the fight. Chu Xingzhi raised his head again and said, "We must win this time."
The conversation between both parties was clearly heard by those with high cultivation levels present.
"Huh. These bastards have been debating for a long time so they don't take Dan Xiu seriously."
Duan Yu smiled, "Maybe it's because he usually behaves too harmlessly."
This game is very interesting.
There is no big gap in cultivation, so under the same level, who will win?
The default rules of this kind of competition are that sword spirits are not allowed to draw, fields are not allowed to be opened, and it is a fair duel.
Ye Qinghan and Ye Qiao looked at each other and said coldly: "I usually never lose."
"I don't usually brag." She curled her lips, "When I say it, I've already won."
Ye Qinghan raised the corners of his lips coldly when he heard this, and prepared to go on stage without saying a word.
"Ye Qinghan." At the end, Ye Qiao called him before going on stage, smiled at him, and said in a disgusting tone: "Come on, duck."
What greeted Ye Qiao was Ye Qing's cold eyes.
The young prince of the Dragon Clan saw the relationship between the two hostile sects and stared thoughtfully for a few seconds without saying a word.
Ye Qiao discovered that the young prince liked to observe how the monks got along.
She paused, turned around and chatted with Mingxuan, and said: "Speaking of which, the way we monks speak. Putting a "duck" when speaking will look very friendly."
The little prince was stunned and silently memorized it.
