Shenlong: Infinite evolution system super invincible

Long Jiuxiao was only interested in the old man's red pajamas. He had also heard that Hu Yinghong and Feng Feiyang were tired and crooked when they were young.

But Feng Feiyang was very nervous and could not please women, and he devoted himself to medical skills.

No matter how coquettish and dishonest Hu Yinghong was when she was young, Feng Feiyang could not find time to spend more time with her, so that relationship was abandoned. Later, when he heard that Feng Feiyang died from poisoning, Hu Yinghong burst into tears, and then met her

Long Baichuan was a high-spirited young man.

Long Baichuan spared no effort to pursue Hu Yinghong. With Hu Yinghong's help, he gradually rose from the small Dragon King of the Rivers to the throne of the Dragon King of the North Sea. Finally, he divorced his wife and married another dragon concubine.

From then on, Hu Yinghong gave up on all men in the world.

Long Jiuxiao admired himself for being such a gossip, but the story that the cold Concubine Long had to tell her and this crazy old man was really funny.

It is said that the clothes on the old man's body are all made by Hu Yinghong's needlework.

At this moment, Feng Feiyang urged Long Jiuxiao: "Your Majesty, you know that the ancestor of the Feng clan, Lei Ming, has a magical power that is not much worse than that of the Dragon God back then."

"Your Majesty had better make plans early. Feng Weiyan is very ambitious and will definitely take the opportunity to provoke the Third Rebellion at this time."

Long Jiuxiao said yes and said he understood, but his face still showed the messy look on his face.

Feng Feiyang was so angry that he wanted to run away, but Long Jiuxiao grabbed him and showed him the note with the illness of Yumiansheng's younger brother to see if there was any way to cure his leg disease.

Although Long Jiuxiao now has the ability to strengthen mortals into loose immortals, his original diseases will still exist.

Besides, there may not be anything wrong with a short life for mortals. Gods live so long. If someone has a grudge against someone, they will be remembered for thousands of years.

Feng Feiyang looked at it for a long time and said that it was difficult to deal with this congenital defect.

The old man wrote a long list of medicines and suggested that Long Jiuxiao try to refine some elixirs himself.

Long Jiuxiao returned to his alchemy room and played with what he had.

The gourd snatched from the water god is a small one, and it contains inexhaustible spiritual power**.

Little Nezha snatches back a copy of the list of gods, and with the blessing of his holy dragon attributes, he can directly turn mortals into immortals.

As a dragon with full fighting ability, he seems to be lacking a weapon.

When a master fights with someone, he at least holds up a sword. He is a dignified dragon god who fights with people by sneezing and spitting. It is really too low-level to be worth the price.

In the name of looking for a cool weapon, Long Jiuxiao left the Dragon Palace and wandered around again.

When they went out this time, Long Fang was already accustomed to His Majesty's spirit of avoiding government affairs, so he just asked His Majesty not to forget to take care of the Dragon Temple passing by, and to provide some blessings to the people who worship him.

Walking in the woods with strong winds and abundant spiritual power, Long Jiuxiao began to pray: There will be a robber, and I don't know where to buy a good weapon.

It's a pity that Long Jiuxiao is already a famous dragon for the third time. Wherever Long Wei goes, except for those who admire him and kneel down to worship him, no one dares to come forward and ask for trouble.

The extremely depressed Long Jiuxiao turned to the mortal world to drink again. He planned to go to the poor place after drinking and eating. He fell off a cliff and drilled into a cave to either get martial arts secrets or rare treasures. He wanted one.

Why is it so difficult to be worthy of one's own weapons?

The restaurant where Long Jiuxiao drank was very lively. It seemed that he was now in a bustling city.

But the waiter in the restaurant stepped forward with a bitter look on his face: "Uncle, please have mercy on me. The restaurant was taken over by a big shot at noon today. Your banquet is considered a small act of filial piety. Please take a step up!"

Long Jiuxiao hadn't finished drinking yet, and looked displeased.