The Rise of The Mythical Dragon

His eyes were sharp, and the old look on his body had disappeared, but even the aura he released sounded a little extraordinary.

At this time, Yang Lin seemed to be not only in the realm of immortals, but also the murderous aura accumulated over the years was slowly transforming into spiritual energy and filling his whole body.

The way he moved his hands and feet made Tan Zhi feel that the other party was a sword and he was a fish.

Forcibly dispelling this feeling from his head, Tan Zhi looked at Yang Lin and said, "How do you feel, general?"

The light in his eyes flashed, and Yang Lin chuckled and said: "Very good, I suddenly feel that it is not impossible to kill a few with my own hands."

Upon hearing this, Tan Zhi clearly saw the flash of murderous intent in Yang Lin's eyes.

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Outside Yangzhou City, a white horse paced very leisurely to the city gate.

Sui Jun, who was guarding outside the city gate, looked at the incoming man and saw that the middle-aged man on the horse had a straw hat covering his face, but he felt that this man did not look that simple.

Just as his subordinates were about to step forward to interrogate him, they were stopped by a captain.

"Don't cause trouble. This person is not an ordinary person at first glance. Do you dislike yourself for living a long life?"

When the soldier heard this, he hurriedly stepped aside and did not dare to speak. However, the man on the horse opened his eyes and glanced at the soldier. A smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, his fingers moved slightly, and a piece of silver popped out from nowhere.

I saw the silver falling in an arc into the hands of the captain, and then a floating voice came: "Take it for a drink."

Everyone was slightly stunned, looking at the silver that suddenly appeared in the captain's hand, with a look of horror on their faces, thinking in their hearts how did this person do it?

"I've been walking all the way in the East China Sea, and I haven't seen this kind of human fireworks for a long time."

The man on the horse sighed, and the face hidden under the brim of his hat was revealed. It was the Dragon Emperor Ao Fan who was supposed to be in the Dragon Palace.

His son was coming here to compete, so Ao Fan thought he would come and have a look if he had nothing to do.

Let's see to what extent this so-called elixir of Western religion can disrupt the way of heaven.

The arena is in Yangzhou City, and various rebel kings have arrived one after another. Except for Li Yuan from Chang'an, all the prominent people are here.

It’s not that everyone doesn’t know that this conference is a trap, but they have been fighting for a lifetime and want to dig up the foundation of the Sui Dynasty. Why should they be afraid of this trap?

It’s not that the rebels from all walks of life have never thought about integration, but no one is convinced by the other.

This championship meeting is not so much a bait released by Yang Guang, but rather a gathering of various anti-kings to select the strongest person to command all the people.

In Ao Fan's view, this Yang Guang was rarely smart, but he became a tool.

Ao Fan stopped his horse and glanced at the arena full of busy figures. He felt faint spiritual energy fluctuations and smiled slightly at the corner of his mouth.

This Western religion really went to great lengths to put the way of heaven on their side.

"Since you have all set up the formation, I will help you strengthen it. After all, the people who are doing this in this conference are all practitioners."

After murmuring in a low voice, Ao Fan moved his fingers slightly in the air, and a ray of dragon power was injected into the formation, and an undetectable pale golden light spread from the ring.

After doing all this, Ao Fan turned his horse around and left the ring.

From the beginning to the end, no one from the Western Church was aware of this matter. They were just waiting quietly for the conference to begin the day after tomorrow.

In a bedroom in the city, Long Ao, who was sitting cross-legged and meditating, suddenly opened his eyes and looked in the direction of the ring in surprise, his eyes full of surprise.

"Someone is coming from Dragon Palace!?"

With a slight movement in his heart, Long Ao planned to get up and take a look, but found that the door was suddenly pushed open.

Seeing the pretty figure standing at the door, Long Ao was stunned: "Why are you here?"

The slim Li Yang standing at the door had an inexplicable light shining in his eyes, and his chest was rising and falling in a strong suit.

"You left Chang'an without saying a word. Have you ever thought about me?"

After hearing this, Long Ao's expression froze, and he didn't know how to answer this question for a while. It was because he didn't want to bring Li Yang to Yangzhou.

Not to mention that what he came here to do this time was related to the movement of heaven, not to mention that they were all practitioners, at least in the realm of immortals.

As for Li Yang, although he is a disciple of the emperor's uncle, his cultivation has not improved much over the years. This is due to his skills.

Being here is just a burden to myself.

Li Yang didn't realize this, he just knew that he should follow him.

"Things are rather troublesome..."

"Do you think I'm here to cause trouble for you?"

Before Long Ao finished speaking, he heard Li Yang say this, and for a moment he didn't know whether he should say it or not.

You are indeed a problem, at least for now.

Even though Long Ao didn't say a word, Li Yang still saw what Long Ao was thinking. The light in his eyes flashed slightly, and there were signs of crying.

Long Ao's heart skipped a beat, and his expression suddenly changed.

He is not afraid of anything, but he is always worried about women crying.

Li Yang's eyes were red, he opened his mouth and said, "As the eldest daughter of the Duke of Tang, I will not hesitate to despise my status to chase you. Is this how you look at me?"

Long Ao was stunned for a moment, then whispered: "I don't think so, I'm just worried about you."

"Father has already intended to marry me to you. I came to Yangzhou just to ask you, are you willing to marry me?"

Long Ao never thought that this kind of thing would happen so quickly. He just looked at Li Yang in surprise and didn't know what to say for a while.

"I have been named Princess Pingyang. My father asked me if I would like to marry you instead of marrying me as a consort. My father knows that you are arrogant and made this decision after asking me."

"I am willing to marry you, but are you willing to marry me?"

After the second question, Long Ao opened his mouth and said, "Yes, it's just an appointment with a matchmaker as ordered by my parents..."

Long Ao himself naturally had ten thousand wishes in his heart, but where was his father? In addition, if Li Yang knew his identity, it would be difficult to explain clearly.

When Li Yang heard this, a hint of joy appeared on his face and he said, "Are you finally willing to tell me about the situation at home?"

Long Ao opened his mouth not knowing what to say, but Li Yang felt that this was not a problem.

Thinking about her status in the Duke of Tang Dynasty, let alone the future, how could she not be worthy of Long Ao's status?

And just as the two were entangled, a familiar voice suddenly sounded outside the house.

"After this, my father told you that if you can't handle the matter in Yangzhou, be prepared to be a bachelor for the rest of your life."

Hearing this, Li Yang turned around in surprise, but Long Ao's face changed drastically at this time, and a trace of panic appeared on his face.

"Father...Father!?"

The father almost shouted out. At this time, Long Ao was horrified to find that Ao Fan had appeared at the door and was looking at Li Yang with a smile on his face. On the contrary, he looked at him with cold eyes from time to time.