Myriad Ages First Dragon

Myriad Ages First Dragon Chapter 1005

2020-10-30

Chapter 1005 I give you a hand!

"It's not convenient to do it here, just follow me to the martial stage."

The Eight Wilderness Sect Master's voice was cold, and he should go to the outside first.

Eight Desolate Sect's Supreme Elders, high-level Elders and three Supreme geniuses followed grandiosely.

Gold Ancestral Dragon, Blood Ancestral Dragon and Long Qingchen looked at each other and followed behind.

sou! sou! sou!

Following the eight Desolate Sect people, they took off and flew thousands of miles to a huge martial stage.

I saw that this martial stage covers an area of 500 miles and is divided into thousands of arenas. Many youngsters are practicing boxing, swordsmanship, and sparring. In a frenzy, the atmosphere of cultivation is very strong. Moreover, each of them is a good cultivation base, it should be the inner sect disciple of the eight Desolate Sect.

Seeing eight Desolate Sect executives and three Supreme geniuses coming together, these inner sect disciples stopped curiously and looked here.

In the sky above this martial stage, there is a black ring suspended, looking up, I feel a heavy oppression.

"This martial stage is the largest martial stage in our eight Desolate Sects. There are tens of thousands of Defensive Great Arrays arranged underground, which can withstand the duel below the Long Habitat."

An elder with white hair like snow looked a little proud, and pointed to the black arena above, "The arena above is a super arena that can withstand a duel above the immortality level, considering the cultivation of Sect Master and the golden Ancestral Dragon The base has reached the peak of the eternal life, so let's fight in the arena above."

Long Qingchen stared at the arena above, "Why do I feel that the arena above, faintly exudes Death Aura, like a A corpse."

The cool-faced Supreme genius said with a sneer, "If you have some eyesight, the arena above is indeed a corpse. Two epochs ago, there was a terrifying tortoise. Invading the galaxy of our eight Desolate Sects, our eight Desolate Sect three Ancestor Masters fought with it for eight days before beheading it, its corpse is immortal and extremely strong, so it is placed here and used as a super ring ."

Long Qingchen's eyes flickered, the three Ancestor Masters of the Eight Desolate Sects should be existences beyond the long-lived realm, they joined forces and fought hard for eight days before beheading this mysterious turtle. , It can be seen that the strength of this mysterious turtle is extremely tyrannical. Two epochs have passed, and the strength of the three Ancestor Masters of the Eight Desolate Sect is also more deep and unmeasurable.

The elder, with white hair like snow, said, "Gold Ancestral Dragon, Blood Ancestral Dragon and Holy Son, our eight Desolate Sects won't rely on crowds for wheel battles, you only have three, for fairness For the sake of it, how about three games?"

Golden Ancestral Dragon said indifferently, "Any comparison will do."

"A lot of things!"

Bahuang Sect Master glanced at the elder, and said dissatisfiedly, "You are worried that I won't be able to win the golden Ancestral Dragon, so, do you propose to have three matches?" The elder is a little embarrassed, Dragon Clan's Ancestral Dragon, which is famous for its strong battle strength, he is indeed a little worried for the Sect Master, of course, he can't say this, "This subordinate has no intention, we eight Desolate The three Supreme geniuses of Sect are here, and the Dragon Clan chief Holy Son is also here, just to give the younger generation a chance to learn from each other."

The handsome young man asked, "Please Sect Master give me a replacement for Xuanzu. A chance for revenge!"

The youth who was in a refined manner also said, "Please ask Sect Master to give Yang Ran Junior Brother this chance."

The cool-looking female Supreme genius followed suit.

"Alright."

Bahuang Sect Master looked at the three Supreme geniuses, and then at Long Qingchen. He is still very good at these three Supreme geniuses. If you are confident, don't say anything more.

Boom!

He stepped on the ground and jumped onto the suspended arena first.

The golden Ancestral Dragon followed along without any hesitation.

"Who is that old man with golden light even in his hair? How dare he fight against Sect Master."

"I've seen his portrait of that young man in azure clothes. , he is Dragon Clan's chief Holy Son Long Qingchen, then, the blond old man and the blood-haired old man should be Dragon Clan's two Ancestral Dragons, the golden Ancestral Dragon and the blood Ancestral Dragon!"

"Yes, it is indeed the Ancestral Dragon of Dragon Clan. I heard that the Sect Master invited them to discuss the matter against the Dark Souls, but I don't know why it is right."

"Your news is too much Blocked, I can hear that the Great Elder was beaten by Long Qingchen when he went to Dragon Clan to deliver the notice yesterday. Sect Master is seeking justice for the Great Elder!"

"Impossible, Long Qingchen actually Dare to beat the Great Elder, he is obviously contempt for our Eight Desolate Sect, and he must be taught a profound lesson!"

After these inner sect disciples discuss spiritedly, after figuring out the whole sequence of events, they are filled with righteous indignation , all glaring at Long Qingchen.

"What are you looking at? Haven't you seen such a handsome man?"

Long Qingchen touched his chin, and I have to say that the Eight Desolate Sects are relatively united. Elder was injured by him, and each of these inner sect disciples wanted to tear him apart.

"Ah~ Bah!"

"Smelly shameless!"

Seeing his narcissistic appearance, these inner sect disciples became even more angry.

Long Qingchen stretched out his hand and pointed at a young white-clothed girl casually, "You, come here."

The white-clothed girl froze for a moment, then pointed at herself, " Me?"

Long Qingchen said to himself, "That's right, it's you, come and come, let's discuss, I'll give you a hand, if you can beat me, let me tell your Great Elder Apologize, what's the harm?"

"I-I"

The white-clothed girl blushed and hesitated for a while, but didn't know what to say, although she looked down on this Long Qingchen, However, Long Qingchen is also the Holy Son of Dragon Clan, and a well-known expert among young generations in the whole universe. However, she has just been selected for the Inner Sect. Even if Long Qingchen stands still, she will not be able to break Long Qingchen's body protection dragon power. ,how to spell?

"Why, don't you dare to fight?"

Long Qingchen indifferently said, "It seems that you eight Desolate Sect dísciple inner sect disciple are not very good, you are all cowards."

Hearing this, these inner sect disciple's eyes were all red, and they really wanted to rush over and beat him to death, but unfortunately, they couldn't beat him.

"You!"

The white-clothed girl had tears in her eyes and was about to cry. I've never seen such a shameless person.

"cough cough" Blood Ancestral Dragon coughed a few times, looked towards the distance, looked steadily forward, pretended not to know Long Qingchen, was too shameless and couldn't stand it.

Eight Desolate Sect elders, senior elders and three Supreme geniuses all looked at Long Qingchen coldly, as if looking at a clown.

“Long Qingchen, what kind of ability is it to challenge our Inner Sect’s youngest Junior Sister? Later, Yangran Senior Brother will naturally beat you injured badly with many teeth knocked out!”

"Yangran Senior Brother, you can defeat you within 100 moves!"

"I don't think it will take 100 moves, but at most fifty moves!"

"Ten Trick, that's enough!"

These inner sect disciples hated to gnash the teeth, they couldn't beat them, they could only ridicule.

"Ten tricks?"

Long Qingchen smiled, "Okay, I'll wait."

The handsome young man's face darkened. Guaranteed to defeat Long Qingchen with ten strokes. If Long Qingchen has not been promoted to the immortal realm, he is still confident. Long Qingchen has been promoted to the immortal realm, so it is very difficult to defeat him with ten strokes.

(end of this chapter)