I Have a Dragon

"Xuanwu tribe? This name is the same as the Oriental Star."

After learning about the origin of the Xuanwu tribe, Mo Nan couldn't help but smile.

"I heard this time that the patriarch of the basalt tribe came to bring the family treasure, the basalt spirit armor, in order to obtain the origin of the law. The purpose is to exchange the basalt spirit armor for the origin of the law!"

The old pig looked greedily at the Xuanwu tribe, wiped the saliva left by the corner of his mouth, and muttered softly,

"It is rumored that the basalt spirit armor contains a trace of basalt spirits. Those who have fate can get basalt inheritance through this spirit armor. If it weren't for the old pig, I wouldn't be able to beat the basalt patriarch. I really want to grab it and study it!"

For the greedy old pig, the biggest fun is to collect the treasures of heaven and earth. Whenever you encounter an artifact, the first thing you want is how to get it.

"Old pig, magic weapon is a foreign object in the end, only the improvement of one's own strength is the right way."

Mo Nan looked at the old pig's inability to walk when he saw the magical tool, and could not help but persuade him.

The old pig is good at everything, but he is too greedy for money. In this life, he is either on the treasure hunt or on the road to treasure hunting.

Countless treasures have been found over the years. It is no exaggeration to say that even if an old pig sneezes, it may shake an artifact from its body.

As a result, the old pig relied too much on artifact magic, but ignored its own cultivation.

It was because of fear that the old pig would go astray, so Mo Nan gave a word to remind him.

"Hey, boss, I must practice well when I look back."

The old pig raised his hand and rubbed his back, embarrassed.

When Mo Nan was talking to the old pig, he saw a masked woman with a harp rushing forward, almost smashing into Mo Nan's arms.

"Sorry!"

The woman whispered an apology to Mo Nan, and then slipped away from Mo Nan.

Mo Nan just felt that the woman stuffed something hard into his palm.

Opening his hand and looking, Mo Nan saw that there was no more delicate tortoise in his hand. The tortoise was driven by the power of a mysterious rule.

"What is this again?"

When Mo Nan couldn't think of the woman's intentions at one and a half minutes, he put away the tortoise shells in his hands and planned to do some research in his spare time.

"She's there! Hurry up and don't let her run away!"

"The Xuanwu tribe is doing business, and idlers avoid it quickly!"

"The woman stole the basalt spirit armor of my basalt tribe and captured this one. The basalt tribe has great rewards!"

...

Shortly after the woman left, five more practitioners in turquoise robes chased after her.

At the same time, hundreds of blue figures flew from the Xuanwu tribe's star shuttle, and chased after the masked woman.

The other practitioners heard this and immediately opened a way for the five people to talk in a low voice.

"Isn't basalt spirit armor a treasure of the bastion of the bastion, how could it be stolen?"

"That woman is also awesome. Even the treasures of the Xuanwu tribe dare to steal. Can it not be considered that they have a long life and are impatient?"

"Did you not hear that, as long as the woman is captured, we will be rewarded by the Xuanwu tribe. This is a great opportunity to climb the Xuanwu tribe!"

"You're crazy. Those who dare to steal things from the Xuanwu tribe are either powerful or crazy, no matter which one we can provoke."

...

Just as everyone was talking, hundreds of practitioners of the Xuanwu tribe also caught up with the masked woman and surrounded it with imperviousness!

"You thief, don't give up my Xuanwu tribe quickly!"

The elder Xuanwu cried, pointing at the masked woman.

"Oh, a group of betrayal Wang Ba dare to claim to be the Xuanwu family? This Xuanwu sacred armor was originally the Zhenhai treasure of my waters, how did it become the treasure of your group of Wangba?

The woman in black sneered again and again, and trembled with utterances of hundreds of basalt practitioners.

As the woman in black said, the true Xuanwu clan has long since cut off its heritage. Today's Xuanwu clan is nothing more than a sea turtle in the waters.

Three thousand years ago, the patriarch of the Turtles stole the sacred armor of Zhenhai, and accidentally obtained the basalt inheritance from the armor.

After the patriarch of the Turtle family acquired the Xuanwu heritage, they assumed themselves as the Xuanwu tribe and occupied three planes.

However, due to the great power of the Xuanwu tribe, ordinary practitioners did not dare to raise these secrets on the premise of the Xuanwu tribe.

Over time, in addition to the Xuanwu practitioners, other practitioners have gradually forgotten this history.

"Who the **** are you, why do you discredit my basalt!"

An old man from the Xuanwu tribe was so angry that he had to stand upside down, and the fingers of the masked woman began to tremble.

"Well, keep your dog's eyes open, look at who I am!"

The masked woman snorted and took off the masked black veil.

Suddenly, a stunning face of the world was exposed in front of everyone.

"Goddess of the sea! She is the sea goddess of the sea!"

"My God, is it true that the goddess Hailing just said was true, Xuanwu tribe was a turtle before?"

"No wonder the basalts and the sea have always been hostile. It turned out that the basalts stole the basalt armor in the sea."

"Shh! Keep quiet! You don't want to live anymore! Don't you see so many basalt practitioners here!"

...

The surrounding monks were uproar after recognizing the identity of the masked woman.

"Your sea area is really poisonous. Not only does it destroy our clan armor, but it also tarnishes our clan's reputation. When it comes to the Heidi cliff, our clan will definitely seek justice from your waters!"

A basaltic monk counterattacked in despair.

"Xuanwu Sacred Armor was originally used to suppress the channels connecting the dark forces. Since being stolen by you, the sea area has sacrificed tens of thousands of practitioners every year to suppress the dark forces!"

"Ask for justice? You Bawang are so embarrassed to say!"

The goddess Hailing speaks out loud, and the hundreds of Xunwu practitioners are speechless for a moment.

After hearing the words of the goddess Hailing, the attitude of the practitioners around him turned towards the practitioners of the Xuanwu tribe.

For tens of thousands of years, countless powers died in order to resist the invasion of the dark forces.

However, for the benefit of one family, the Xuanwu tribe even opened the channel to connect the dark forces, which is really disgusting.

"Come here, take down this demon girl!"

The elders of the basalt tribe sang, and dozens of basalt monks joined forces to form a blue tortoise shell on the head of the goddess Hailing.

With the peak of Mount Tai, she fell to the goddess of the sea!

boom!

Suddenly, a horrible divine power swept across the circle, all the onlookers were shocked, and the weaker practitioners were injured by this divine power.

Throughout the audience, only Mo Nan and his team of five remained as if nothing was happening!

"Huh! Wang Ba is Wang Ba, and he will be more bullied!"

The goddess Hailing was not afraid of the tortoise shell above her head, she took off the guqin behind her and talked with her fingers.

Uh ~

A rapid sound of the piano sounded, and countless rays of light flew from the fingertips of the goddess Hailing, constantly hitting on the falling tortoise.

Bang Bang Bang ~

Countless rays of light hit the tortoise shell, and a continuous loud noise erupted, but it was unable to stop the downward trend of the tortoise shell.

At this moment, Mo Nan's eyes and pupils standing not far away suddenly tightened, and suddenly felt a very familiar atmosphere from the sound of the goddess Hailing's piano!

Slightly cold breath!

A few days ago, he sensed this breath from the attack of the goddess Hailing.

However, at that time, because Mo Nan had to resist the cursing power, he could not identify it.

Now, as a bystander, Mo Nan instantly recognized the breath that belongs to the cold!

What is the relationship between this goddess of sea spirit and Qing Han? Why is there a slight chill in the sound of the piano?

Just when Mo Nan was thinking in secret, the tortoise shell had already fallen on top of the goddess Hailing, and watching it would suppress the goddess Hailing.

"stop!"

With Mo Nan shouting, the tortoiseshell really stopped. No matter how hard the Xuanwu practitioners worked, they couldn't let the tortoiseshell drop by one cent!