"Something interesting..."

A handsome and handsome young man with a folding fan shaking out of the palace held by the nine-headed giant python walked out. He looked at Qin Fei slowly, as if he was looking at an ant.

The corner of his mouth curled slightly and said playfully: "This ant is indeed a little different from the ant I have seen before. It is quite temperate. But, so what? Ants are always ants."

"Two uncles, why don't you play with him?"

The handsome young man did not seem to care about the life and death of a guard during the ascension period, but turned his head and asked the two old men behind him to take action.

They all have the cultivation level of the late stage of Ascension. If they join forces, they will be more than enough to deal with a late stage of Ascension cultivator of the same level.

What's more, Qin Fei is just in the early stage of ascension?

"Yes, young master!"

Two old men in the late stage of ascension hugged their fists, turned into flowing light, and instantly appeared in front of Qin Fei.

However, the space behind Qin Fei squirmed slightly, and an old man appeared in a yellow robe and slightly carrying his back.

Behind him, the commander of the Dragon Clan, Long Tianyou, and the elites of the more than 100 dragon clans, almost all had the strength of the mid-stage of the Ten Tribulations.

"Hehe, brother, you want to bear it alone, right? We don't agree!" Long Tianyou said with a wink.

"Qin Fei, if you are a member of my Dragon Clan for one day, you will be a member of my Dragon Clan for the rest of your life. I, Long Shitian, have never done anything to be sorry to my own tribe in this life. I don't care about their purpose or any background. Since I bullied me to the door of my house, I will beat you hard!"

The old patriarch's voice was very slow, but he paused word by word, landing soundly.

Qin Fei's eyes turned red slightly, his heart was extremely moved, and his voice was a little hoarse: "Class leader, Qin Fei is incompetent, causing trouble to the family!"

"Brother, it's not your fault. If you didn't take action first, I would have killed the bearded one. Now, the world has begun to be in chaos, and only the strong can survive. Since that kid likes to show off so much, then I'll play with him!"

After Long Tianyou finished speaking, his whole body was wrapped in a layer of golden light, and he flew directly into the air and restored his body.

A golden holy dragon that is tens of thousands of meters long has a huge body, like a Great Wall.

The golden scales, each piece, are the size of a millstone, shines brightly in the sun.

"hold head high....."

Long Tianyou roared, and the space kept rippling. The nine-headed giant python holding the palace was so scared that it trembled all over. It didn't even dare to flap its wings, and it fell straight down from the void.

He was not even a dragon, but just a huge giant python. In front of Long Tianyou, the holy dragon, he was naturally scared and trembled, and almost forgot that he was holding a palace.

"You fucking fool!"

Yu Qilin's face looked very ugly. When he saw the nine-headed giant python falling straight down from the void, he fell to pieces from the palace and could only float in the void, staring at Long Tianyou who was constantly circling.

"You are the young master of the Dragon Clan, okay, I will play with you!"

After saying that, Yu Qilin flew into the void and sacrificed a bronze axe. After injecting spiritual power, a shadow of an axe of a thousand meters was emitted with a dazzling white light, and it slashed towards Long Tianyou fiercely.

"hold head high...."

Long Tianyou roared, opened his mouth and sprayed a pillar of fire dozens of meters thick. The terrifying high temperature caused the space around him to collapse and melt.

boom.....

With a loud bang, the axe light split the flames, forming a rain of fire all over the sky, constantly splashing.

Long Tianyou groaned, and a faint trace of blood appeared between his eyebrows.

It can be seen that Yu Qilin's weapon is absolutely extraordinary. It can break through Long Tianyou's defense and is under the condition that he restores his body.

"Young Master Yu, the magic weapon in your hand is the fifth most ten magic weapons in the Immortal Spirit Continent - the Battle of the Sky Axe?" The old patriarch did not care too much about his son's injuries, but looked at Yu Qilin indifferently and asked.

"Old Dragon King, you have some vision. If you don't want your son to be skinned and cramped by me, just stop meddling nostalgic!" Yu Qilin said very pretentiously.

"Young Master Yu, this is a bad word. I am just protecting my tribe. Since Youth has magical weapons and weapons in your hands, my son cannot suffer too much. Tianyou, don't embarrass me!"

After the old patriarch finished speaking, he added a set of sword armor in his hand, which was cast like gold, emitting a scorching sunlight.

This set of equipment is not on the list of the top ten divine weapons in the Fairy Continent, but the weapon used by the Holy Dragon clan, the ascension ancestors. After hundreds of thousands of years of tempering, even a piece of wood can be turned into an innate spiritual treasure.

"Holy Dragon Armor, Holy Dragon Sword?"

Long Tianyou was very surprised. He had known that his father had a set of sword armor in his hand, but he didn't expect that he would be willing to use it for himself today.

As expected, Brother Qin is very proud of his face, so his father made an exception to take out the treasure of the Holy Dragon clan.

"Don't worry, my father, if I can't beat this stupid man, I'm not worthy of being your son."

Long Tianyou regained his human form and took the sword armor from the old patriarch. After wearing it neatly, a faint golden light lingered all over his body, which looked very stylish.

"Young Master Yu, if you have magical weapons, my dragon clan will naturally not be naked, right?" the old patriarch asked lightly.

"It's fair, but if your son loses, this set of sword armor will be a spoil!" Yu Qilin said coldly.

"Yes." The old patriarch nodded.

"Then come on, let you see the real trick of our Yu family!"

Yu Qilin kept pinching the magic tricks with both hands, and nine golden dragons appeared behind him, constantly scattering his teeth and claws, with an amazing momentum.

"Dragon Control Art!"

Yu Qilin shouted loudly, and the phantoms of the nine golden dragons roared, and rushed towards Long Tianyou.

Even the dragon clan is divided into three or six categories. The Holy Dragon clan is considered to be the lowest among the dragon clan.

Only Diudi's ancestors can be considered the real "Dragon Emperor". Even in the ancient fairy world, they are still at the level of a big shot.
Chapter completed!