The First Dragon of All Ages

　　 After entering the inner world of Shanhetu, Long Qingchen found that he appeared in an ancient forest.

　　 "Who is my opponent?"

　　 He was not eager to find his opponent, but thought.

　　 "If you fight against Bahuang, Double Star Queen, and Killing Chen, the cultivation base of these three people is much higher than mine. I will face them directly. The chances of winning are not great. Some preparations are needed to win the possibility."

　　 "If it is Phoenix Dance, Silent Sorrow, and Hua Qingyu, the cultivation bases of these three people are similar to mine, and I have a 90% chance of winning against these three people, and I don't need to prepare anything."

　　 "Of course, if it's Sister Xuan, then there is no need for a duel... I just give her half the key, and it's up to me."

　　 He divided his opponents into three categories first. In the end, he decided to be safe and make some preparations.

　　 sat down cross-legged, took out the best spirit stone and seal knife from the space ring, and began to seal it.

brush! brush! brush! ......

　　 has the memory of the Nine-Ni Dragon Emperor, knows all kinds of formations well, and the speed of seal cutting is very fast. Not long after, next to him is piled up with spirit stones that have already been engraved with patterns.

　　 According to the layout of the formation, these spirit stones were buried in different places in this ancient forest.

　　 Then, he returned to his original place, sat down cross-legged, and continued the seal carving.

　　 Before the opponent can find him, he can seal the formations used in the "next two games" together. Of course, the premise is that he can defeat the current opponent before there is "the next two games".

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　　The so-called, the authorities are obsessed, and the bystanders are clear.

　　The internal world of the mountain and river map is very big. Long Qingchen has not encountered an opponent yet, and I don't know who the opponent is. However, the viewers can see the scene in the entire mountain and river map and know very well who his opponent is.

　　Desolate Ancient Dragon Realm, Dragon Blood Martial Mansion, the gate, Long Qinghu looked a little anxious, "Brother Chen's strength is not worse than this opponent, it seems that there is no need to arrange the formation, right?"

Long Qing Yi hated iron and steel and slapped him on the back of his head, and reprimanded, "Why are you still so stupid after being selected into the Dragon Blood Martial Mansion? We can see who Xiao Chen’s opponent is, but Xiao Chen can’t see him. Of course, be prepared to meet the strongest opponent."

　　 "I'm so stupid, you haven't inherited it to me."

　　 Long Qinghu touched the back of his head aggrievedly.

　　The disciples couldn't help but laugh.

　　 Longqing is irritated, "Dare to talk back?"

　　 In order to avoid being beaten, Long Qinghu had to shut up and continued to watch the battle.

　　 A girl disciple of the Thunder Dragon clan said suspiciously, "According to the rules, you are not allowed to use items that exceed your own strength. Doesn't the formation count?"

　　Long Leiming, the fourth elder of the Thunder Dragon clan, smiled lightly, "The formation of the master, as long as it does not exceed your own strength."

　　 Although I know that Long Qingchen is the "Master" of Elder Long Leiming in name, the girl disciple is still a little unaccustomed to hearing Long Leiming call it this way, "Oh..."

　　 Long Qinghao's eyes were a little moist, and he muttered to himself, "I know how to calculate my opponent, and I have finally grown up."

The 　　 clan elders are much calmer, seemingly confident in Long Qingchen, or the title of the supreme of the ten thousand clan is too difficult, and they don't hold much hope.

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　　 "The supreme dragon, at a young age, still knows the formation?"

　　 "This kid is very sinister. He wants to use the formation method to calculate the holy son."

　　 "Shengzi must find him quickly, don't let him arrange too many formations, otherwise, it will be troublesome."...

　　Northern Territory, the Holy Land of the Sea of ​​Blood, tens of thousands of people watching the game are very anxious.

　　 A woman with beautiful eyes stared at Long Qingchen who was arranging the formation. A war intent appeared in her eyes, "Unfortunately, I was in retreat at the time and didn't go to the sanctuary. I thought I would meet him."

The Lord of the Sea of ​​Blood glanced at her and said with a faint smile, "We only have one place in the Sea of ​​Blood, and your strength is stronger than that of Yanshou. At that time, I really wanted you to participate in the Holy Monastery. Considering that you were at a critical juncture of cultivation, I didn't let you go out, but fortunately, the sorrows lived up to the expectations and won the title of supreme."

The beautiful woman regretted, "Yansorry only has the cultivation base of the third-order true immortal, and it is still a little bit low. At most, I can defeat this dragon supreme. It is impossible to get the title of ten thousand supreme. If I change to me, there will be at least seven. Be sure."

The Lord of the Sea of ​​Blood shook his head slightly, "Confidence is a good thing. Too confident is arrogant. There is no evil genius who can get the title of Supreme. The title of the supreme of the ten thousand races is the most difficult one in history."

　　 "Remember the teachings of the lord." The beautiful woman bowed her body, but looked a little disapproving. Obviously, she was not satisfied with these supreme ones.

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"It's him."

　　 After waiting for about an hour, Long Qingchen sensed that someone had broken into this ancient forest. Soon, he sensed the identity of the person who came, and was speechless!

　　 "It seems that the formation I set up is not useful anymore."

　　 He slowly got up, but did not start the formation.

　　 set up the formation, just in case, used to deal with opponents whose cultivation base is higher than him.

　　 And, Wordless Sorrow is the cultivation base of the third-order true immortal, which is similar to him, and he intends to "solve it" by himself. Starting

　　 "Brother Dust, is it you?"

　　 The speechless sorrow also sensed him, flew over, landed on an old tree, and a smile appeared, "It seems that I have good luck."

　　 Long Qingchen looked indifferently, "Why, do you think I am weak?"

　　 "That's not true. There is no weak person who can get the title of supreme."

　　 Wordless sorrow shook his head slightly, and explained, "It's just that, compared to the Double Star Empress, Zhan Bahuang, Chen Chen and Long Jinxuan'er, I would rather meet you..."

　　 Vegetable chicken pecking each other?

　　 Long Qingchen was a little helpless, "Well, you are also the opponent I like to meet."

　　 speechless laughter~www.wuxiaspot.com~ To be honest, based on the cultivation base of the two of us, it is unlikely that we will get the title of the supreme of the ten thousand races, just join in the fun, don't take it too seriously. "

　　 "You admit defeat?"

　　 Long Qingchen retracted the engraved spirit stone into the space ring to avoid being shattered.

　　 speechlessly refused, "This is not good, countless people are watching the game...I still want to win."

　　 "Then do it."

Long Qingchen's eyes were dull. Although they all got the title of supreme, there are strong and weak points between supreme. No one wants to be considered the weakest one, so even if he knows he can't get the title of supreme supreme. , There will still be a competitive spirit.

　　 "Brother Dust, be careful."

　　 Silent Sorrow's spiritual power is very unique, it is a rare blood color, and it may be related to martial arts and major exercises.

　　 His shot is the top martial skill of the Holy Land of the Blood Sea-the tide of the blood sea!

　　 rumbling! ......

　　 The blood-colored spiritual power is rolling in, like a blood-colored ocean, containing majestic power, where the waves pass, crushing the void, and the surrounding ancient trees are broken like straws!

　　 Long Qingchen's eyes condensed, and he flipped his hand to take out a war sword, out of its sheath like lightning, and pointed straight ahead.

　　 Boom! ......

　　 Like a volcanic eruption, the sword intent instantly reaches its peak.

　　 hum! ......

　　 His body shook, and the dragon's physical strength, dragon power, and nine-color spiritual power were all condensed on the tip of the sword, nine kendo styles-sword drawing style!

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