The Era of Monster Editing: From the College Entrance Examination to the Lord of the Dragon God

24K pure gold.

On the front is the arched gate of the Ninth Academy, and on the back is the miniature of the whole school of the Ninth Academy, outlined with exquisite and gorgeous patterns.

There is only one gold medal per game.

And the gold medal always belongs to the champion!

This medal is the highest level of praise for his nearly two-month journey of trials in another world.

"Hey, I don't want to bite this one, I'll get you another dragon-printed gold coin when I go back!"

Xiao Ting took back the gold medal with quick eyesight and quick hands.

It was not bitten by the two little dragon cubs with bright eyes.

At this moment, everyone cast their eyes over.

Didn't see any great monster vs. editor battles today.

Seeing the freshly baked freshman king of this year, it is not bad to leave a championship moment.

Many people waited in secret, Xiao Ting summoned his third dragon—actually the Little Thunder God, the leader of the Dragon Clan, to see the demeanor of the leader of the Dragon Clan.

"Roar?!"

As soon as I heard the photo was taken, I was sent to the Hall of Champions.

The little Vulcan, who is a stinky fart in the second class, pricked up his ears on the spot, showing the expression that I won't be sleepy if you say this.

"Mi woo."

It sounds like fun.

Xiao Senling shook his head, causing a ringing sound, and fell to the ground together with Xiao Vulcan, turning into a flood dragon.

The body sinks and rises.

Put on a professional pose.

(??????)

"There just happened to be the last time, the number of times to wake up Little Thor."

Standing in the winding dragon aura of cyan and red, Xiao Ting was about to summon his primordial dragon.

His fingers spread out and turned gently in the void.

As if opening an infinite gate, he called softly to the back of the gate: "Little Thunder God, get up."

This is the fourth chance to awaken Little Thor.

Also the last time.

The acquired Little Thunder God will be able to step into the master level, fully digest the evolutionary power of Fenglong Fruit, and wake up completely.

There is no need to keep this awakening, it's time to hunt!

The monster tunnel is wide open.

Thunder rumbled and the airflow howled.

Two purple moon-like eyes lit up.

The rainbow's halo rushes out of the towering and violent giant shadow! !

The [-]-meter-high dragon supported the ground with its thunder wings, raised its beardless jaw, and spewed out purple dragon air from its nostrils, scanning all directions.

Those dragon eyes with purple outside and gold inside were violent, as if they were being burned by lightning.

The incomparably vast wings of thunder and lightning shake off thousands of thunder light particles, which are brighter than lightning.

99% of the audience held their breath.

Feeling the blood pressure from the leader of the dragon clan.

The roaring tsunami Long Wei, Xiao Ting in the center of the mountain and the sea didn't notice it, but the circular audience was covered, like a storm like a wave covering it! !

"No mistake, this aura should be at the commanding level!"

"And it's still a King Dragon in the middle and late stages of the commanding class!"

"The editor master of the Dragon Clan... I am afraid, the tail of the cranes in the Dragon Yard picked up a general for nothing, it must be too lucky!"

The auditorium was very noisy.

Big guys have big guys opinions.

The moods of the students of the Ninth Academy are also different.

But without exception, endless mess and sluggishness remained in their hearts.

Therefore, what the group of friends on the forum said is true.

This animal actually has a dragon clan leader.

Enrollment is both a master.

Let me go, Li Zaigan of the Ninth Academy, God and Demon, why didn't you recruit this person directly to the fourth grade!

Keeping him in the first grade, isn't he stepping on our corpses and playing the championship moment anytime and anywhere! !

In the audience, the group of people with the straightest backs and the happiest faces were the Dragon Institute.

They were giggling.

Watching the championship moment when Xiao Ting and the three dragon cubs dominated the arena, I felt a sense of elation.

For ten years, the Dragon Department was at the bottom, and became famous all over the world in one fell swoop.

Since Xiao E rebelled, our dragon family can finally kneel and stand up again!

This side of the arena.

Little Thunder God glanced at the group of chattering humans, and looked back with disinterest.

Stretching his hind legs, the arena rumbled and he came behind Xiao Ting.

Its movements attracted the attention of the audience.

Every outline outlined by the eyes is the shining of Ziji Xinghui, telling the power of ancient life.

There is no doubt that this is a powerful and ancient blood king of the sky!

"Roar…"

Little Thunder God looked at Xiao Ting and tilted his head.

Dad, don't you want to fight?

(???)

"Without fighting, we are already champions."

If we fight again, the only thing we can do is to beat up the seniors and sisters and the teacher and the principal.

Xiao Ting touched Little Thunder God's drooping chin.

Its size already made it impossible for him to reach its head and horns.

"Although it's just an entry-level championship moment, it's barely a championship..."

This is their first championship.

Also the first championship moment!

Before taking pictures, He Mengsong poked his head out again:

"By the way Xiao Xiao, when taking pictures, you can use some skills and do some artificial special effects."

Does this mean you can have fun and add drama to yourself?

Xiao Ting heard the words.

After a moment of contemplation, he rubbed his chin and nodded.

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To understanding.

"That's how it is, little Thunder God, 'Dragon God Dive', little Vulcan God, little Forest Spirit, 'Dragon Dragon Rising Abyss'!"

"Crack."

The photos came out quickly.

Take two copies.

Take photos now.

The three little guys all put their heads together.

Because the little Thunder God was too big, Xiao Ting transformed himself into electro-optical particles, landed on its nose, spread the photo, and handed it to the eyes watered by lightning, next to two flying dragons, together with three little dragon cubs. Ornamental.

In the photo, Xiao Ting stepped on the tip of the wind and was suspended in the air.

Behind him is the soaring purple Dragon God swooping down.

In the phantom of the dragon, there is a flying dragon that looks up to the sky and roars.

On both sides, there are dragons swaying.

Not to be outdone, the bodies of the two huge oriental dragons twisted and became extremely large.

The majestic dragon claws stick out, and every move still has the supreme majesty of the totem life!

"This family portrait of a family of four is not bad, not bad."

Xiao Ting put this championship photo into the bracelet space with satisfaction.

"Go back to sleep."

Afterwards, he shot a huge arc-shaped void tunnel, bringing the little Thor, who was sleepy and wanted to sleep, into his lair.

"Then, the [-]-day Ninth Academy's "Practice Selection and Test for Trainee Editors" contest officially ends here!"

With Liu Chuanqi's announcement.

There are countless smoke fireworks spraying around the venue.