Battle Dragon Lingshen

Chapter 789 Guards from the Eastern Protoss

Dongfang Tuntian showed a look of astonishment, he would never have thought that when he was trampled by Aoyunlong in the palm of his hand, Dongfang Qingfeng would make amends to him.

Dongfang Tuntian's face was ashes, and he completely lost hope of living. Ao Yunlong smiled at him coldly, "Dongfang Tuntian, if you do many injustices, you will kill yourself."

"Huh? Wait, no matter what, he is also mine, whoever allowed you to kill him, why don't you let him go!" Dongfang Qingfeng on the opposite side, after seeing Aoyunlong, his face turned cold quickly, and he stopped loudly.

Now that he has the help of his elder brother, Dongfang Qingfeng is full of arrogance, and the look of looking at Ao Yunlong also becomes glaring.

But he remembered that Ao Yunlong had given him a hard time to embarrass him in front of his subordinates, and this account would not be settled so easily.

"Oh, what if I don't let go?" Ao Yunlong said lightly, and casually glanced at the cultivator behind Dongfang Qingfeng, "Well, the eighth-rank Martial God, I'm afraid his strength is far beyond that."

"Is this Dongfang Qingfeng's support?" Ao Yunlong sneered inwardly, noncommittal, "Dongfang Qingfeng, you are still so useless, you can only rely on your subordinates to help you find your place."

As soon as the words fell, Ao Yunlong sneered, and pinched Dongfang Tuntian, who was almost indistinguishable from a dead fish, with one hand, completely ending his miserable life.

Dongfang Tuntian is nothing to be afraid of. He has always been a running dog, begging for mercy behind Dongfang Qingfeng.

What kind of master there is, will teach that kind of slave.

"Aoyunlong!" Dongfang Qingfeng gritted his teeth with his eyes open, his hatred for Aoyunlong deepened, almost to the marrow of his bones.

"Brother, this kid seems to hate you very much, are you digging his family's grave?" Dark Flying Eagle couldn't help but sneered.

Ao Yunlong rolled his eyes at him, scared the Diablo Flying Eagle out of his wits, and quickly covered his mouth with his wings.

The Dark Flying Eagle is a dumb eater of Coptis chinensis this time, and has to swallow it by himself. It seems to be the expression of Aoyunlong, which frightens it. Let people fall into it.

"Dongfang Qingfeng, you are not my opponent." Ao Yunlong simply stood with his hands behind his back, and said calmly, this statement directly alarmed everyone present.

"Is this Aoyunlong so arrogant when facing the young master of the Eastern Protoss?"

"Hey, it's probably because Ao Yunlong is not afraid of the Eastern Protoss at all. With his performance, it doesn't matter whether he is an elder or not."

Everyone knows that whether Ao Yunlong wins or loses this battle, he will be remembered by the young talented elites of the Eight Great God Clans.

Without him, the young talents here are all young representatives of the Eight Great God Clans, and they are also the backbone of the family.

Being recognized by such an existence, it is difficult for Ao Yunlong not to evade.

Strength, only strength, can win the respect of others. Previously, Aoyunlong did not show his strength and was rejected by all the young talents present. However, when Aoyunlong showed his strength and wiped out Dongfang Tuntian, everything changed.

And then... Ao Yunlong can be so calm and confident when facing the young master of the Eastern Protoss, which is really admirable.

What's more, Fairy Baijiao from Misty Pavilion was also present here. From the beginning to the end, apart from urging Mr. Mei to speak for Ao Yunlong, she fell silent, as if she didn't care about the things around her.

"No wonder, even Young Master Mei from Misty Pavilion will speak for this kid. Did they already know about his potential?" Several people whispered to each other, and glanced involuntarily at Young Master Mei who was talking with Fairy Bai Jiao across the round table.

"Little brother, do I look good?" Unexpectedly, Mr. Mei's eyes happened to turn around, and the two of them looked at each other. Mr. Mei grinned directly, with a charming and charming face... It's just that some people's stomachs are turning upside down.

"Damn shemale, I'm so disgusted." Some of the young talents complained softly, but of course they didn't dare to say these words out loud. That's another story.

There were rumors that once Mr. Mei made a move, his strength would be on par with that of Fairy Baijiao. As we all know, Fairy Baijiao is the master of Misty Pavilion, so this Mr. Mei, who is as powerful as Fairy Baijiao, must be a terrifying existence.

And among them, regarding Mr. Mei, very few people have seen him do it, because those who have seen him do it for real have already become dead souls of his subordinates.

A dead soul means that a person has already become a dead person. Mr. Mei is good at bewitching. Facing this kind of attack, very few strong men of the same level can survive.

"I don't know what Mr. Mei is interested in this kid."

"It's hard to say, Young Master Mei likes to be curious, maybe it's because of his delicate skin and tender flesh, he has some thoughts about that..."

Ao Yunlong's eyes were flat, always staring at the eighth-rank Martial God behind Dongfang Qingfeng, and regarded Dongfeng Qingfeng as air.

"Damn it, you don't have this young master in your eyes, no matter what, this young master will surpass you sooner or later, but you have no chance to improve your cultivation level, because... this young master wants you to die today."

Dongfang Qingfeng glared at Ao Yunlong, just as he said this, the mysterious man behind him suddenly disappeared from the spot like a blue smoke, and the next moment he landed in front of Ao Yunlong, who greeted Ao Yunlong with a heavy punch.

This person's boxing was as swift and violent as lightning, and Ao Yunlong was caught off guard, in a hurry, he dodged hastily, the peak of his fist made a deafening crackling sound in the air, and brushed against Ao Yunlong's cheek.

A trace of blood appeared on Ao Yunlong's left face, and the blood oozes slightly, Ao Yunlong's eyes lighted up, he glanced at the eighth-rank Martial God coldly, wiped off the blood casually, and continued to sneer: "You just do this." To what extent?"

"What did you say?" The eighth-rank Martial God asked tentatively with a dazed expression.

"I'm so disappointed. The gold content of your eighth-rank Martial God is really bad." Ao Yunlong couldn't help shaking his head, a rookie is just a rookie, and the attack strength of the mysterious man even reached [-]% of Tai Cangning's strength less than. "

I thought that there would be a good opponent for Ao Yunlong to practice. After all, besides Tai Cangning, this was the second eighth-rank Martial God he met.

However, the opponent's standard was beyond Ao Yunlong's expectation, it was so poor that it cannot be evaluated.

Anger, anger, violence, and destruction, these inner emotions continued to proliferate from the man's body. As the powerful chief guard of the Eastern God Race, he was criticized as useless by a wild boy, in front of his young master!

Faced with this situation that almost made him lose face, the chief guard erupted, and substantial power gushed out from his body violently, like a beast in the deep sea, with strange-colored glare, breaking through the darkness, and crazily drilled out of his body.

His cultivation has been directly promoted to the middle level of the eighth rank Martial God!
(End of this chapter)