The First Dragon of All Ages

　　 came to the big city where the thirty-second clan elder was, and flew directly into the city lord's mansion.

　　 The scene in front of him made the sixth tribe stunned.

　　 Shen Zhaoxi was also a little dazed.

　　 Long Qingchen was very angry.

　　 I saw that in the courtyard of the city lord’s mansion, the thirty-second clan elder was half lying on a rocking chair, shaking gently, closing his eyes and humming a small tune comfortably.

　　 The six maids are shaking fans, beating the back, beating the legs, and feeding

　　 "The weather is getting cold, don't fan such a strong wind, the kind of breeze that is very light and gentle, understand?"

　　 "I beat my back, add a little bit, didn't you eat?"

　　 "Those who beat your legs, don't always hammer your left leg, but also your right leg. Pay attention to balance."

　　 "Green grapes, the skin is a bit sour, peel off, and pick out the seeds."

Hearing the instructions of the 32nd clan elder, Long Qingchen was even more angry. He and the sixth clan elder, in order to get the golden soul and cultivation resources, they didn’t even have time to drink a cup of hot tea. Good guys, enjoy "Dragon's Life" here.

　　 "Hey!"

　　 "I am a dragon slayer warrior!"

　　 Long Qingchen roared, wanting to startle the thirty-second clan elder.

　　 "Who is slaughtered, slaughter yourself?"

　　 The six maids were shocked, and their faces turned pale. Unfortunately, the thirty-second clan elders did not. Obviously, they had already sensed their arrival.

　　 Long Qingchen flew down in the compound, "Go back."

　　 The thirty-second clan slowly opened his eyes and complained, "I knew I wasn't your protector. I ran with you around, and no good day passed."

　　Long Qingchen laughed, "The hard work now will definitely be rewarded in the future. When I take the charge of the ancient dragon realm, it will be the saying that you will be on the throne of the first race."

　　 The thirty-second clan elder jumped up in shock and cursed, "Smelly boy, don't talk nonsense, I have never coveted the position of the first clan elder!"

　　 He looked around with a guilty conscience, and he was relieved to make sure that the Dragon Emperor was not here at the time.

The sixth race smiled, "It's okay, with the boss's cultivation base, he should have ventured into the deep space of the universe long ago, looking for a higher martial arts, only to protect the desert ancient dragon domain, he stayed, who can take over as the first? The position of the clan elder is too late for him to be happy."

　　 The middle-aged city lord and the city lord’s wife greeted them, and first saluted the sixth clan old man and Long Qingchen.

　　 Then, he bowed to Shen Zhaoxi again, "Meet the saint."

　　 This middle-aged city lord is only the second-class elder of Luoxing Palace. In terms of status and status, he is a little lower than Shen Zhaoxi. Only the first-class elder can sit on an equal footing with Shen Zhaoxi.

　　 Shen Zhaoxi's eyes were sad, "I am no longer a saint. Now, I have joined the dragon clan."

　　 The city lord looked bitter, "The Supreme Elder, Sovereign, Elders, and millions of disciples of the Holy Land have all fallen. From now on, it will be difficult for us to keep our territory alone."

Shen Zhaoxi smiled sadly, "Without the deterrence of the Holy Land, the huge territory of our Falling Star Palace has become a piece of fat. All the surrounding forces will rush to take a bite, and you will definitely not be able to hold it. You send someone to inform other places. The city lord and fighters of, let’s run for their lives.”

　　 The city lord's eyes were a little unwilling, "We Falling Star Palace, since its establishment, after 800 million years of development, we have the current achievements. Is it just like this?"

　　 "Otherwise, what else?"

　　 Shen Zhaoxi and the city lord discussed the future way out, but consciously or unconsciously looked at Long Qingchen and the sixth clan elder. Obviously, he wanted the dragon clan to make a proper arrangement for the tribes of Luoxing Palace.

　　 Long Qingchen and the Sixth Clan looked at each other, feeling a bit difficult.

　　 If the territory of the Falling Star Palace is around the Barren Ancient Dragon Region of the Ten Thousand Clan Continent, it would be easy to handle, just merge directly.

　　 It's a pity that the territory of Falling Star Palace is in Tianqing Continent, too far away to take over.

　　 "This is simple, just send some clan elders to guard it, and in the future, the land of the Falling Star Palace will become the land of our dragon clan."

　　 The 32nd clan boss waved his hand, "I still don't believe it, who would dare to hit our Dragon Clan territory."

The sixth clan shook his head slightly, "You are too simple to think. Since ancient times, our dragon clan has exclusively occupied a large domain, that is, the barren ancient dragon domain. The dragon clan’s power is too large. Once it expands, it will make the major forces of Tianyao Star feel uneasy and fearful, and even unite to fight against our dragon clan. Therefore, there is no exception. The dragon clan must not expand abroad."

　　 Long Qingchen thought for a while, "On the Ten Thousand Clan Continent, I have supported a great army empire, and the tribes of Luoxing Palace can go to the great army empire."

　　The sixth race old man nodded, "This is okay."

　　 Shen Zhaoxi asked, "How many star powers is the Dagan Empire?"

　　 "Seven stars." Long Qingchen told the truth.

　　 "The territory of the Seven Stars is too small, and there are not many cultivation resources."

A trace of disappointment appeared in Shen Zhaoxi's eyes, "Our Starfall Palace was originally a 20-star power, with a lot of tribes and a lot of training resources. Can't let all the tribes of the Starfall Palace stop practicing, right? "

Long Qingchen said indifferently, "After the members of the Falling Star Palace go to the Dagan Empire, the strength of the Dagan Empire will skyrocket. It is not only the Seven Stars. It is fully capable of expanding the territory and competing for more training resources. When the time comes, our dragon clan will also secretly help, and you can make a comeback in the Falling Star Palace."

After receiving this promise, Shen Zhaoxi no longer hesitated, took out the token of the saint and gave it to the middle-aged city lord, "pass my order, all guarding city lord, deputy city lord, team, brigade, and squad in the territory of Falling Star Palace, carry all The cultivation resources of the city, as well as relatives, came to Tuotu City to gather and prepare to move."

"Yes!"

　　 The middle-aged city lord respectfully accepted the token of the saint with both hands. Now, all the high-levels of Falling Star Palace have fallen, and the saint is the highest controller of Falling Star Palace.

After hesitating for a while, Shen Zhaoxi stopped him again and slowly said, "If there are some people who want to find another way out and don't want to move with us, don't force these people to allocate some cultivation resources to these people and let them leave. "

The middle-aged city lord worries, "If you voluntarily, many people may not come. I heard that some city lord and deputy city lord have received other forces' wooing~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Anyway, they used to be the same door. The Star Palace has fallen, it’s good to get together and get away, they have a better way out, I am happy for them, and bless them."

　　 Shen Zhaoxi waved tiredly, "Go."

　　 Helpless, the middle-aged city lord took the token of the saint and hurried away.

　　嗖! Whoosh! Whoosh!

　　 Not long after, flying alien beasts soared from the city lord’s mansion to the cities!

　　 After the middle-aged city lord left, Shen Zhaoxi frowned and thought about it. Just now, she said that she was very "chic", but in fact, she was not "chic", and she was still worried that many people would not come.

　　 "Those people don't come, it's just their loss."

　　 Long Qingchen patted her slender shoulders, and comforted, all the high-levels of Falling Star Palace had fallen, and the hope of Falling Star Palace's future rise was all pressured on her alone, which was indeed a lot of pressure.

You know, although she is the saint of the Fallen Star Palace, the young Tianqing Supreme, but after all, she is only a girl of less than twenty. It is by no means easy to prop up a force of twenty stars that is about to collapse. Thing.

"Ok."

Shen Zhaoxi replied absent-mindedly. As time passed, her face began to pale. If no one came, or few people came, then the hope of Falling Star Palace's re-emergence was basically gone. , In other words, the falling star palace is completely scattered.

　　 (s: I wish you all a happy Mid-Autumn Festival!!!)

　　 The first dragon of the ages