I am Huanglong, the favorite of the prehistoric group

The Earthly Immortal Banquet was lively.

After the juniors discuss the Tao, the elders discuss the Tao again.

It took several years before it dispersed.

Huang Long returned to Kunlun Mountain, but his status was upgraded, and he had another job - ringing the golden bell.

It is also a noble job. It was the job of his original future senior brother and current future junior brother Guang Chengzi, and now he has replaced it.

As for what his future junior brother Guang Chengzi will do here, Huang Long has no idea.

This knock marks ten years.

After the day's knocking, Huanglong returned to his Erxian Cave and prepared to refine the weapon.

If Master refuses to give it to me, then I have to practice it myself.

In the original work, Huang Long still has a crane and a fairy sword, but now he is not as good as the original work.

Doing it yourself and having enough food and clothing is the way to go.

Sitting in front of the white jade cauldron, a ball of golden fire burned blazingly in my hand.

This fire is the true inheritance of Yuxu, the golden and jade divine flame.

Before the Earthly Immortal Banquet, Yuanshi Tianzun personally passed on the fire.

After that, he absorbed the essence and blood of the Golden Crow and merged it with the true fire of the sun, making his power even more impressive.

Mysterious runes were played one after another, and the treasures in the cauldron were melted, gradually forming the shape of a flying sword.

Huang Long couldn't help but show a look of joy, he was finally done!

I spent all my wealth to refine this first magic weapon.

"Buzz~"

Just when the spiritual sword was about to take shape, the white jade cauldron suddenly vibrated violently and made a discordant sound.

Huang Long's heart suddenly jumped up, and he quickly struck out a talisman and hit it on the steady and restless white jade cauldron. He secretly prayed in his heart that the furnace must not explode.

"Boom~"

However, something unexpected happened, and just when the spiritual sword was about to be formed, the white jade cauldron trembled violently, and the terrifying power continued to be released to the outside world, like an explosion.

No, it doesn’t seem like it.

But——

It was an explosion.

"Boom~"

There was a roar, and terrifying power struck towards Huang Long.

Huang Long looked stern, waved one hand, and the power of earth element surged, forming a solid barrier. However, at the moment when the furnace exploded, the unformed spirit sword flew out and flew straight towards Huang Long, actually breaking the barrier.

Plug it into the bun on the yellow dragon's head, and the sharp aura bursts out.

Huang Long was startled. He sat down on the ground and touched his head with lingering fear. Then he looked at the messy ground, and his heart ached again.

My family property!

In Yuxu Palace, Yuanshi Tianzun shook his head slightly, "It's just a fool!"

His eyes wandered past the Bajing Palace and Biyou Palace next to him, and not long after, spiritual thoughts surged again, and a consensus was reached.

Then Huang Long, who was immersed in sorrow and couldn't extricate himself, suddenly became dim and entered a chaotic void.

I was horrified, and I didn’t know why. I wondered if I was overly sad and had gone crazy?

I saw the light surging again, and the figures of Sanqing emerged in it.

Huang Long was greatly relieved. Although he was a little curious, Sanqing had been in seclusion since he came back. He didn't know why he was suddenly asked to come here, but he still obediently bowed to Sanqing.

"You are calm and not surprised. What do we want to do with you?" Taojun Tongtian looked at Huanglongdao curiously.

"I don't know, but the three elders have their own intentions in doing things, and they will not harm the disciples. Naturally, the disciples have nothing to be surprised and worried about." Huang Long said.

Taojun Tongtian looked at Huang Long's casualness and couldn't help but express his approval. This little dragon looked really happy. Why didn't he save it by himself in the first place?

"I accepted you as my disciple and didn't give you any magic weapon. Do you feel any injustice in your heart?" Yuanshi Tianzun said.

"How dare I, disciple? Master considers it in the long run, and is doing it for the sake of the disciple. The so-called parents love their children, and their plans are far-reaching. If you don't understand anything, it is also the disciple who doesn't understand. What's more, when you fight for kindness, you will get hatred for rice.

The disciple and the master are neither relatives nor friends. The master saved the disciple's life, taught the disciple magical powers, and created a new life through kindness. Giving the disciple a magic weapon is a kindness, and it is natural not to give it to the disciple. What right does the disciple have to be unfair?" Huang Long said sternly.

Although I want it, if I think about it carefully, I owe it to Yuanshi Tianzun, but Yuanshi Tianzun does not owe me.

Giving is a courtesy, and not giving is a duty.

"Giving is a favor, and not giving it is natural." Yuanshi Tianzun looked at Huang Long and nodded slightly, "If you say this, you are my disciple. I founded the Immortal Lineage, and the Yuxu Lineage will recruit many disciples in the future. You can be my disciple."

Set an example."

Huanglong Surong is obedient, can he be an ideological teacher in his heart?

Okay, now I have entered the door in advance and become a second disciple, and then I can train and train the other twelve golden immortals.

To be honest, in the future, Jiejiao will recruit many disciples, eat human hearts, set fire to massacre cities, spread plagues, help the tyrants to commit crimes, etc., etc., etc., etc., etc., but Chanjiao will only be better than this, and there will be many worse ones, and there are four more

Apostate.

If we use the metaphor of martial arts, Jiejiao is the collective of the Mingjiao and the Sun-Moon God Sect, and the Chanjiao is the collective of the six major sects that besieged Guangmingding!

Now that I am a second disciple, I should have a good chat with them.

Teach them how to be gods.

If you don’t accept it, you’ll be beaten to death.

Anyway, since he was a senior brother, they didn’t dare to fight back when they first entered.

"However, this is not the reason for not giving you the magic weapon. I don't know how many disciples I will have in the future, but you and Nanji will always be extraordinary in my heart." Yuanshi Tianzun said.

Huang Long's eyes suddenly lit up, and he felt much more stable, but he was also a little curious, why?

"Because you have great luck!" Yuanshi Tianzun said.

"Huh?"

Huang Long's eyes widened, and his head was filled with questions?

Master, don’t bully me. I have read a lot of books. Is there anyone with such great luck like me?

Poor jingle...

No, I just made all the family property and blew it up. You can’t even hear the clanking sound.

I choked my teeth even after taking a sip of cold water, and when I finally went out, I was burned by the stinky bird from the Hardware Crow with the real fire of the sun. In the ten years since I came back, I still feel pain occasionally.

Although this pain can promote cultivation, it is really painful!

I think this is great luck. According to the three of you, luck is your favorite. You can pick up treasures at any time. Have a good trip. Those who are destined to become saints are super lucky?

No, if you calculate it this way, Duobao Antarctica is super lucky, and you are super lucky.

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"Do you know how many heirs Zulong has?" Yuanshi Tianzun saw that Huanglong was confused and asked.

"I don't know?" Huang Long said honestly. The teacher didn't expect him to answer this question, so he was honest and flattering.

Unfortunately, the dark clouds are not here.

"A hundred yuan." Yuanshi Tianzun said.

"One hundred yuan?" Huang Long's eyes bulged, and he was really frightened.

The number of one dollar is one hundred and twenty-nine thousand six hundred.

One hundred yuan...

The cheap old man from my predecessor was indeed the leader of the dragon clan.

A monster that is said to have created the prosperity of the scale clan with just one dragon.

"And now there are less than half a hundred surviving descendants. What do you think of your luck?" Yuanshi Tianzun said.

Huang Long opened his mouth slightly. If you say so, it seems that my luck is really good. Ten million brothers and compatriots died, but the dragon survived.

If you include the embryonic stage, there are hundreds of millions of brothers, it would be even more awesome!

With that being said, luck seems to be pretty good.

Although it’s a bit hard, life is still okay.

"So your luck is different from that of ordinary monks." Yuanshi Tianzun said indifferently. He pointed his finger and a flash of yellow light flew out and fell on Huang Long.

Huang Long looked down and saw a lotus mark appeared on the palm of his left hand. However, the flower had twelve petals, but only nine petals opened. There was confusion on his face.

"This is your luck. Six petals is better. If there are more than six petals, disasters will come. If everything goes wrong. If there are less than six petals, good luck will come. Therefore, I plan to have you experience more.

These are small disasters and small tribulations to prevent big disasters from happening and prevent you from dying on the spot. Therefore, I teach you the three postures of opening the sky. The purpose is to make you fearless. If you endure more hardships at ordinary times, you can be stable at the last moment. If I give you a treasure,

You may not be able to bear it." Yuanshi Tianzun said.

Huang Long blinked, is that so?

So is this why Huang Long is so brave in Fengshen?

As we all know, Huanglong has five things.

The record is also the worst among the Twelve Golden Immortals.

So many people who don't know him take it for granted that he is timid, cowardly, and even bullied.

But in fact, it’s just the opposite!

Among the twelve golden immortals, he is the bravest one.

During the Battle of the Gods, Zhao Gongming appeared domineeringly. Even Ran Deng, who was above the Twelve Golden Immortals, was afraid of him. He Huanglong jumped out and shouted directly, since Zhao Gongming is here, you should die today.

This!

Then he was quickly defeated by Zhao Gongming, hung up with a dragon rope and beaten, and hung on a flagpole to show the public! He had to rely on Yang Jian to save him in the middle of the night.

Afterwards, the Ten Thousand Immortals Formation was the first to rush forward fiercely.

Then he was defeated by the Golden Cudgel Immortal Ma Sui in one move, killing him instantly! He had a terrible headache, and he had enjoyed the pain of Sun Wukong for who knows how many years in advance.

Although I have never won a fight, I have never been afraid of fighting.

You must know that among the Twelve Golden Immortals, Huang Long is not the only one who has no treasures, no apprentices, and no victories!

There is also a non-existent Ling (Zero) Treasure Master!